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Oh the pleasure! Ecstasy was not strong enough a word to describe what I was feeling. Actually, I didn't want to find a word. Words are very unnecessary, a famous song would say and I agreed completely. I, the verbose one, the teacher, only wanted to show my love and not talk about it, for once. That's when I knew and realized that Edward was the real deal for me. Jake and I used to talk all the time, which is a good thing when you don't have any passion left for the other. It fills the gaps.

When I was in Edward's arms, the world outside disappeared, became a sort of distant entity, far away from us. We truly were in our own little bubble and I couldn't get enough of him. What I loved the most was that he was so willing to please me. As inexperienced as he was, he always found the words that'd make me moan and he definitely knew what to do to make my body react. The memory of his hands deliciously torturing my breasts earlier was enough to make me squirm again. I couldn't imagine what it'd be like if we had sex. I'd probably explode from too much pleasure.

He was panting against me. His neck was almost sweaty and I wanted to lick it again. Never in my whole life had I ever had such a carnal reaction to someone. Every little detail about him drove me absolutely crazy. I was seriously considering giving him a hickey when a loud pounding at the door brutally separated us. James' voice burst our little bubble and I saw Edward's jaw clench.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what he wants." I whispered, worried about the frown between his eyes.

"That's okay." He answered, even though he seemed far from being okay.

"Should I hide?"

"No, your car is in the driveway. We can say we've been working on our project." I added, wanting to slap myself.

"Yes, we can do that." He snapped, straightening his clothes and his hair, which I had savagely ravaged.

"Please, don't be m…"

"Bella!" James called. "I know you're here, open the door, baby!" I was going to enjoy killing him. Slowly.

"I'm coming!" I yelled in exasperation.

Casting Edward a last longing look, I went and opened the door.

"Hey James…" I smiled.

"Bella baby, what do you say we go for a walk together? The weather's so nice today." His eyes were shining and he looked excited like a little boy.

"Sorry but I have work to do today." I said, pointing to Edward with a serious look on my face. The perfect teacher devoting her free time to work with a student. Right.

"Ah, Mr. Cullen! Doing homework on a Saturday? Aren't you the overzealous student?" James teased. I knew he didn't mean to hurt but Edward's face twisted with annoyance.

"Mr. Grant." He barely nodded at him, his usual polite self nowhere to be seen.

"Edward and I are working on a literature project." I explained patiently.

"Oh well, in that case, I'll leave you two to your work. Bella, I need to tell you something. Can I call you later?" James insisted.

"S-sure…" I stuttered. That goof was going to give Edward the wrong idea and leave me deal with the consequences.

"Alright! Talk to you later, babe." He waved at me, nodded at Edward and finally left.

I shut the door and found myself speechless at the look of pure fury on Edward's face. He was shaking with anger and his eyes were almost black.

"Babe…" he whispered, his voice dangerous.

"Edw…" I tried.

"Baby…" he said slowly rising from his seat.

"Look, I don't…"

"Call you later…" He was now inches from me. The look of possessiveness on his face was so hot I almost jumped him.

"Tell me Bella, why does he want to call you?" He asked, his voice falsely calm.

"I don't know what he wants, I promise." Where was the strong woman I usually was? All I could see now was the man I loved, and his need to know I was his.

"I don't want him to call you!" He shouted. I should have been angry but I took his outburst for what it was. A desperate plea, to tell me he wanted me for himself alone. After all, my number about Kate at the club was not much better.

"Look!" I said forcefully. "I don't know why he wants to call me but I can tell you I absolutely don't care. All I care about is you, here with me. Do you trust me, or not?" The last words were almost whispered because I wasn't sure of anything.

Edward's face seemed to relax and he blew a deep sigh.

"Fuck…I'm so sorry. Yes, I trust you. I don't know what came over me. Fuck!" He hissed again, angry and frustrated tears at the corner of his eyes.

"Don't worry about it. Remember what I told you at the club?" I soothed.

"Which part?"

"The part about you, fucking Kate. I was so out of line…" I grabbed his hands and started kissing them, tenderly and slowly.

He chuckled, his voice raw and wrapped me in his arms. I suddenly felt so cherished, more than I had ever been.

"Yes, I remember. I was shocked. Those words…coming out…of your mouth." I shivered under his lips, sensually molding around my jaw.

"Yes, I was so angry to see you with her. I wanted to tear her heart out…" I softly moaned. He had started a slow progression from my lips to my ears and sucked them slowly with his hot tongue.

"Oh I know what you mean. I could have killed him from the couch…Bella…"He whimpered because I had pulled his body closer to mine and started grinding against him.

"You have nothing to worry about. He is a friend, that's all." I said, kneading his scrumptious ass with both my hands.

"What are you doing to me? I've never felt th-that…"He stuttered. "You're the first one, the only one."

"God, we are in so much trouble. How am I going to resist jumping your sexiness for months?" I teased, punctuating my question with soft kisses to his temple.

He laughed, his eyes shining with a whole new emotion. Anger had vanished, replaced by a tenderness so strong I almost cried.

"Oh I don't know…Maybe we should try and distract ourselves?"

"How?"

"Maybe by", he gasped teasingly, "working on the project?"

"Is that what you want to do?" I asked innocently, though I was feeling very wicked.

"Oh no, baby. That's not what I want to do."

"More touching?" I whispered, hopeful.

"Mmm, maybe later but right now, I want to tell you something."

"About what?" I was breathless under his gaze.

"About my feelings for you."

Surprise, a cliffie! I hope you guys liked this chapter, leave me your thoughts. For those of you interested, I'm also writing another story "Last interview in Paris", come check it out! XO, Steph.