Lucky Call

by bexie25

All she has is his name, the sound of his voice, his phone and the memories of one night to go on. She doesn't know why she didn't ask for his number. She doesn't know a lot of things but she's willing to find him to get the answers. Could a little spot of luck get her to him before his Paris-bound flight leaves Heathrow airport? Drabble-ish, 1 chapter update a day.

34. Chapter 34

34.

The ding of the elevator as it stops, and the doors opening, makes us almost jump apart. Panting and sneaking glances at each other, we quickly walk down the hall. The sound of the jingling keys is how I know that my hand is shaking slightly as we stop in front of the door.

I look up over my shoulder at Edward, swallowing as I see his darkened eyes—now a deep, dark green—watching me. I turn back around and look down as I quickly open the door, spinning around as the door hits the wall.

Edward stalks forward slowly, his tongue snaking out of his mouth and swiping across his bottom lip. I whimper and he breathes in sharply, kicking the door closed. He grabs me in his arms, the air between us thickening rapidly as our lust completely overtakes us. He slams his lips down on mine, kissing me with raw, bruising power, and I throw myself at him with equal need. My hands are in his hair, gripping and tugging, and I whimper at the sound of the husky groan he releases as he pulls me harder against him.

We gasp for air for a few seconds as we pull away, but his lips never leave my skin. I squeal with surprise as he cups the back of my thighs and lifts me up, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist as he kisses down my neck fervently and hungrily.

His hands move to grip my hips and he grinds into me as he walks us forward. I yelp as we fall forward, gripping onto his hair just tight enough to make him grunt.

"Bella… merde…" From just the way he says it, I know that 'merde' means something dirty, and a zing of electricity jolts through me, making my back arch as he harshly pulls my shirt over my head. The bra has a front clasp, and it's with complete desperation that I take it off, the ripping sound telling me I won't be able to wear it tomorrow.

But then Edward's lips are playing with my taut nipples, his tongue flicking back and forth before he sucks, and all thought flies from my mind as my back arches and I cry his name.

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Translation

Merde.—"Shit."

God, I love this Edward. Do you love this Edward? I do.

Anyways, one more chapter today, and that's coming in a few hours.

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