Hiii, it's me again! I was going to post on Friday, but I was too excited to wait. So, here we are! (:

Warning: this story earns its M rating in this chapter. (;

DISCLAIMER: The author does not own any publicly recognizable entities herein. No copyright infringement is intended.

Beta: Fran

2018

"I don't know what came over me!" I cry, fisting my hair in one hand while holding my cell phone to my face with the other. "I panicked ... and then I fucking attacked!"

There's radio silence on the other end for a moment before the sound of Angela's raucous laughter is transmitted to me through my phone's earpiece.

"It's not funny!" I whine, slumping onto my bed with a sigh. "This whole thing is a disaster."

"Did he at least kiss you back?" Angela manages to get out between snorts of laughter.

"Did he?" I parrot back sarcastically. "Plan B worked, Ang. It worked too fucking well."

-two hours ago-

My feet literally leave the ground as I fling myself at Edward like a wild animal. I barely register the surprise on his face as I wrap both my arms and legs around his tight body before I'm fiercely smashing my lips to his.

His mouth is frozen under mine as I hold my face against his. The only thing of his that moves are his hands, which hesitantly grab me under my knees as support, even though I'm assaulting him.

"Bella?" Edward's voice is muffled as he speaks against my lips. "What are you doing?"

I pry open an eye to assess the damage, and find myself utterly unprepared for the sheer beauty of Edward's eyes up close. Pulling back to give us both space to breathe, I let out a puff of air from my lungs and squeak out a nervous laugh.

"I don't know," I breathe out uncertainly, moving to drop my legs from around his waist. This was a huge fucking mistake. Plan B utterly bombed. Either that or I did a piss-poor job executing it. I try not to let the disappointment that blooms in my chest show on my face as my feet hit the ground.

So much for making my childhood fantasy a reality.

Sure, I kissed him, but it was so humiliatingly one-sided. There is no coming back from this. I have officially ruined my chances with the man of my dreams.

Stepping out of his personal space and the bubble of intoxicating musk that surrounds him, I palm my face in embarrassment and laugh. "I'm so, so sorry. I have no idea what came over me just now ... I'll go. Yeah, I have to, um, get out of here."

"Wait," Edward catches me by the wrist as I turn to leave, stopping my hasty retreat. "Just ... wait a second, Bella."

My lips part in alarm, and, as I turn to face him, my stomach twists in knots. "What?" I mouth, my voice barely audible over the thunderous pounding of my heart.

Edward's voice is gravelly; sexy as he speaks. "Can we just ... try that again?" My eyes drop to his mouth as he glides his tongue along his bottom lip, leaving behind a moist shine I'd love to smear all over mine. "I ... You caught me off guard. I wasn't prepared the first time."

Swallowing against the desire that constricts my throat, I nod. Yes, I'd like very much for us to do that again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Edward's bottom lip disappears into his mouth as he uses the wrist he's still holding to tug me toward him. "C'mere," he murmurs, lashes low over his eyes, giving him a wanton, sultry look. My pulse is a frantic flutter in my neck as he cups the back of my head and stoops so that his forehead is pressed to mine. I barely slide my eyes shut before his lips are on mine once again, except – this time – they're plush, yielding, and very fucking alive. His first kiss is soft, hesitant as his mouth learns mine. I'm breathless as he presses a second kiss to my mouth, lips a bit firmer this time, insistent. His tongue finds my top lip on his third, tracing the seam of my lips before sliding inside and twisting with mine.

Ho-ly shit.

The man can fucking kiss.

A fire burns in my belly as I step forward, bringing us chest-to-chest. His hands fall to my hips, pulling me flush against him as he tugs my bottom lip with his teeth. Overcome with desire, our mouths press and pull frantically, hearts beating in tandem as we just about consume each other.

Yet, it isn't enough to be kissing him. I want more. Much, much more. Like slick, sweaty bodies grinding against each other in ecstasy more. Five years of unwanted celibacy be damned.

I will have this man.

Pressed firmly against his body, I fist his shirt in my hands and drag it up his body. There is nothing I want more than to feel his hot, bare flesh against mine. Lips parting from mine breathlessly, he tosses the garment to the ground and reaches down to divest me of mine. I lift my arms eagerly, knowing full-well I'm braless underneath.

"Fuck," Edward groans, blinking at the sight of my bare chest and dropping the shirt I'd borrowed from him to the ground. He's just about salivating at my wanton display, and heat spreads across my sternum in response to his reaction. "When I saw these earlier..." He trails off, biting his lip as his hands clutch my ribcage.

My skin warms under his hands, and my nipples pebble under his gaze, which feels like hot fingers feathering over my breasts. Breathless, I grasp his hands in mine and press them to my chest. "Touch me," I gasp, "Please."

I think I'll spontaneously combust if he doesn't.

Thankfully, there's no need to tell him twice. Edward's eyes drop to where his skin is pressed to mine, lip tucked between his teeth as his fingers flex against my flesh. "Perfect," he mutters, rolling the little buds between his fingers and sending waves of heat through my body.

Fuck, that feels good.

I have a fleeting thought that I could come from this alone, when the stimulation suddenly stops. In fact, Edward retracts his hands from my chest altogether.

"Wha?" I start, eyes fluttering open in confusion. My question turns to an alarmed squeak when Edward grasps me under the knees and lifts me against him, using this change in height to hungrily attach his mouth to my breast.

"Shit," I moan, shifting restlessly against the hardness I feel pressed against my inner thigh. "You're good at that."

"Mmm," he mumbles incoherently against my chest, taking a few long strides until his knees hit the bed. Lips glistening wetly, he stares up at me from his position between my breasts before he drops me unceremoniously onto the bed. I fall gracelessly, limbs flailing as I bounce; chest heaving as the wind is knocked from me. "Shit, sorry," he chuckles, crawling onto the bed after me, laving his tongue over my right nipple in apology.

"It's okay," I murmur breathlessly, fingers crawling into his thick tresses to hold him in place. "Just don't stop."

Edward murmurs something unintelligible before switching sides. Hips rolling in need, I gasp out a moan of approval as his hand slides down my body and into the front of my borrowed basketball shorts. His fingers immediately go to where I need them, slipping through the wetness he finds there before toying with my clit.

He does not fuck around.

I like that.

"You're so wet," he groans against my chest, tongue reaching out to trace maddening circles around my left nipple. "I need to be inside you."

"Please," I gasp, tightening the fingers of my left hand in his hair and trailing my right along the sinewy muscles of his back.

He's so fucking sexy. Sexier than I imagined. His body is incredible, and his mouth is damn near sinful. This reality is a thousand times better than the kiss fantasy, and I haven't even gotten off yet.

In an instant, the borrowed shorts are shucked off my body, leaving me naked and shivering with nerves and excitement. His pants follow suit, revealing calves and thighs equally as toned and tattooed as the rest of his body. I let my eyes linger on the cacophony of colors before fixing my gaze on the part of his anatomy that I long for the most. I'm pleased to see that it is both a decent girth and an average length, as well as neatly groomed.

My stomach dips in approval and my knees part in invitation.

"Condom," he murmurs lowly, stroking himself as he stares intently at the needy flesh between my legs.

"Condom," I repeat, raising my brows for emphasis. As in, put one on already so we can fuck.

Smiling sheepishly, he releases himself and crawls to his nightstand. I can't help but turn my head and watch as he sheaths himself in latex, staring in wonderment at my childhood fantasy in all of his naked glory.

I can't fucking believe I'm about to sleep with Edward Masen.

Also – my earlier assessment was spot on; he's got an incredible ass.

His hips invade the cradle of my thighs, mouth dropping wet kisses along my chin and neck. "So sexy," he growls in my ear, nipping the lobe as he rocks himself against me, dick sliding teasingly over my clit.

"Ugh," I groan, feeling the delicious scrape of his chest hair against my sensitive nipples. "Just do it already. Please."

"Impatient," he smirks against my throat teasingly. Nevertheless, he presses forward with his hips and groans as he slips inside. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunts, staring down at me with heavily lidded eyes.

"It's been a while," I admit as my hips rise to meet his slow, deep thrusts. "Jesus," I sigh, dropping my head to the mattress as he cages me in his arms, hooking a knee over his elbow to drive into me deeper.

"He's not here right now," Edward grits out, eyes bouncing between the place we're joined, my jiggling breasts, and my face, which fully conveys the ecstasy he's pulling from my body. "Does that feel good?" He taunts arrogantly, mouth hot against my neck, likely tasting the salt of my sweat as his tongue traces my throat.

"Yessss," I hiss out, ending in a throaty moan when his thumb finds my clit.

"I knew it when I saw you," Edward pants, sweat beading on his forehead as his hips roll and rock me into oblivion. "All buttoned up and innocent-looking – Miss Swan." His head dips, teeth tugging at a nipple roughly, followed by the soft soothe of his tongue. "I had to have you."

I want to tell him that he gave me my first orgasm at twelve, but, instead, I surrender to the one the quick swirl of his thumb pulls out of me in the present. My body convulses with the force of it, and once the waves of pleasure ebb, my hand desperately lashes out to put an end to his thumb's maddening stimulation. Shivering from the delicious sensation, I drop my feet to the bed and turn my face into my shoulder.

"That was so hot," Edward nuzzles the skin of my exposed neck. "But, I'm not done with you yet."

He pulls himself from me and maneuvers me, as if I weigh nothing, until I'm perched on my hands and knees. "Now that's a sight," Edward murmurs wistfully, pressing his hand down onto the middle of my back as he guides himself back inside.

"You're insatiable," I groan, pushing my ass back against him.

"You're irresistible," he answers, hands roaming my back and ass as he pistons his hips against me roughly. My back arches in response to the new sensations his thrusting stirs within me, his girth stretching me deliciously.

"Don't stop," I gasp, falling forward so that my arms pillow my face. His relentless thrusts drive me deeper and deeper into the mattress, as well as bring forth the familiar twisting tug of an orgasm in my lower stomach.

"Again?" Edward pants against my neck, chest pressed against my back as his fingers reacquaint themselves with my clit. "You gonna give me another one?"

"Yesss," I hiss, eyes rolling back as his fingers roughly pluck at my most sensitive flesh. "Fuck!" I cry out suddenly, eyes rolling back as the hard pinch he gives my clit sends me over the edge.

"That's it," he moans, kneeling behind me now as he pistons against me in earnest. With his large hands clutching the soft skin of my ass, he delivers one more hard, sharp thrust before collapsing against my back.

We lay still against each other, hearts thrumming in tandem, as we catch our breath. And then, breathing out a soft chuckle, Edward lifts himself off me and moves to the edge of the bed.

"Wow," he laughs, raking his hands through his thoroughly mussed hair. "That was unexpected."

-two hours later-

"So, you had panic sex?"

"Yes!" I cry, falling back against my bed and covering my eyes with my forearm. "I panicked and seduced him! It was amazing, but now I'm not sure where we stand."

"Are you satisfied with leaving it at this?" Angela asks, already knowing my answer.

"No, of course I'm not satisfied. I want more." I whine, adjusting my legs and feeling a slight twinge of soreness between them.

"She gets a good dicking and suddenly wants a relationship. Such a girl." Angela drones, mocking me for my seemingly stupid line of thought.

"Hey!" I cry, ready to defend myself, but she cuts me off.

"You have his number – use it. You want more – get it." At my frustrated sigh, she continues. "It's really quite simple, Bella. You already know he's into you."

Sure, he's into me, but does that attraction go beyond sex?

I'm almost afraid to find out the answer.

Those in favor of panic sex, say aye!

See you next week (:

xo

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