The Last One – Chapter Twenty-One
Isabella walked toward Edward as he started to get dressed. He was sitting on a chair she had just outside of her closet.
"What are you doing?"
He smiled up at her as he tied the laces of his shoes. "I realized I forgot something in my car."
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, causing Edward to frown. He sighed when he realized what she was likely thinking.
"I'm not leaving, Isabella. I'm simply going down to my car to get the last of the presents I bought for you and your son."
She loved when he called her Isabella; no one in her family used it, and the fact it was only him made it more special to her. A part of her was still guarding her heart against Edward, erecting walls when she thought there were none left.
She was wrong, and now she hurt him.
"I'm sorry." She ran her fingers through his hair, loving the softness of it after their shower. "I guess you're not the only one quick to jump to conclusions."
He captured her hand from his hair, kissing her fingertips, his darkening eyes on her face. Considering she was completely naked, he seemed to focus on fixing whatever snapped during her moment of doubt.
"Did you honestly think I was leaving because I got what I wanted?"
She held up her free hand, holding her forefinger and thumb an inch apart. "For a moment."
He nodded, understanding after his behavior at the bookstore and at the office when he thought she spent the night with her neighbor. He didn't blame her for a moment of doubt.
Isabella's fingers swept through his hair again, unable to stay away from it. "I'm human; don't let this be a step back. Now, we both know, a small part of me is still scared you're going to hurt me."
He lifted her hand to his shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer. His forehead rested on her stomach, his hands sweeping down the back of her thighs and knees.
For several minutes, neither of them said a word, simply holding each other. She finally broke her silence. "There are times you make it so easy to fall for you, others…" She didn't need to continue; he knew what she'd say.
His grip tightened around her hips, looking up at her. "I swear to you, Isabella, I will earn your trust, and hopefully, you'll let me catch you as you've captured me."
Her fingertips brushed along his cheeks, swept over his bottom lip, her eyes focused not on her exploration, but his eyes. As if she searched for something.
"Yes, I think you will earn it. You're halfway there; I swear it, Edward." She bent slightly to press her lips against his, sliding onto his lap. Her knees on either side of his hips.
He groaned, loving the feel of her warm skin against his. He was really regretting the stupid idea he had to go down to his car while she walked around naked. He was fully clothed, and she was glorious without a stitch on. His hands roamed up her back, his thumbs grazing the sides of her breasts until his fingers dug into her ass. He made a move to rise to his feet, but she whimpered a protest.
"You promised we'd break furniture, Edward." Her kiss-swollen lips formed into something more mischievous; he loved that side of her.
"I did promise that." Edward teased her earlobe with the scrape of his teeth. "Do you remember what you said to me at the office, before you left?"
Her hips rolled over his cock, urging his hips to thrust up against her. She moaned his name and begged for more. Her hands slipped down his chest and under his sweater, his muscles tightening under her touch. She pulled it up and over his head in record time, leaning back to see more of him. "I think I said something about fucking the asshole out of you."
Edward startled awake; the sting left behind by her teeth lingered on his neck. She had driven him insane on that chair the night before. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and realized it had been only a few hours earlier. His eyes drifted to the broken chair by the closet; one of the stabilizer bars had snapped in the middle. He had used to it to gain some leverage while taking Isabella from behind.
His cock hard from his dream twitched under the sheets. He wanted her—repeatedly. Already, he knew he wouldn't ever get enough of her. He'd always known that, if he were honest with himself.
Was that why he fought his attraction to her for so long?
Isabella's hand clenched on his chest, alerting him, she was rousing from sleep. She moaned softly through half-parted lips, the light filtering from the hallway highlighting her beautiful mouth. He caught his name and a curse, his own hand tightening around her hip at the breathy quality of her voice.
While they had slept, they became intertwined; her hair tickled his abdomen and chest. Her breaths against his skin teased him, and though it was torture, he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
His fingers brushed her hair away from the face, her lips forming a perfect little pout as she slept, dreaming of something. Around her eyes held none of the tension or sadness he often saw when she'd suddenly go quiet, thinking of whatever it was that bothered her.
She had already come to mean so much to Edward. He could only hope her words from the previous night would become reality. She would trust him with her heart; love him as he knew he'd love her.
It was too early to name the emotions he already felt for her. Although, he thought he was practically there. The magical days surrounding Christmas were over. Yet, the fact Isabella had been part of it, made him even more aware of the depth of his feelings. It wouldn't be long; though, he wondered if he'd have the courage to tell her.
Isabella moaned again, still sleeping quite soundly, but it wasn't long before Edward realized she was dreaming about their last time together.
He closed his eyes, hoping that removing the image of her so close to his dick would allow him to calm down.
She should be resting; he had kept her up long enough.
Let her rest. He kept repeating that to himself.
But, his dick had other ideas.
AN: I am on a roll, nothing will get in my way, even guest reviews! Thanks to Midnight Cougar, now I'm off to write some more!