Emmett's lips, which had previously been pressed into a straight-lined grimace, slowly turned up at the corners as he listened to Edward's plan. He began to nod, and by the time Edward was finished, Emmett's face was alight with glee and anticipation.

Bella rolled her eyes at her brother for the twelfth time in half an hour and grabbed him by the arm, trying to haul him up from the desk chair. "Come on, Em. It's bedtime. I'm sure Rose is looking for you."

"Rose passed out forever ago," he argued, shrugging her off.

"All the more reason for you to go. Take care of your wife."

"Yeah, yeah." Emmett waved her off, but when he reached the door, he turned and held up the pilfered strip of condoms. "But I'm taking these with me!" His booming laugh could be heard in the hallway even after the door slammed shut.

"You jerk!" Bella shouted and threw a shoe at the door. She turned to Edward, who was stifling his own laugh. "Oh, you think that's funny, do you?"

"A bit." He cleared his throat and stood up, holding a hand out to her so she'd join him on the bed. She allowed him to pull her close to his body even as she pouted.

"You know those were the only ones we had, right?"

He grinned and kissed her with a certain tenderness that made every muscle in her body go slack. "There are other things," he said. He tugged on the belt of her robe, revealing her naked body to him all over again. His hands traveled softly up her sides and down her back again.

Bella's hands rested at the waist of the jeans Edward had thrown on for her brother's benefit. She undid the button and lowered the zipper before pushing them down his hips. "Bed," she mumbled. His reply was a low hum against her lips as he lay back and pulled her down on top of him. The hum turned to a sharp gasp when she took him in her hand. She covered his mouth with hers briefly before dragging her lips down his jaw, his neck, his chest… Kneeling between his knees, she cast what she hoped was a sexy glance up at him and then took him in her mouth without hesitation.

"Jesus," he muttered, pushing a hand through her curtain of brown hair so he could see her face. "Fuck, that's amazing."

Bella looked up to meet his gaze, feeling herself blush at his green eyes piercing hers, but she couldn't look away. Edward's lips were parted, eyes heavy, jaw slack. If watching her lips surround him, take him in, made him look at her like that, she'd do it forever. Seeing what she was doing to him was more of a turn-on than any touch he could've given her. His eyes dropped closed and his hands left her hair to fist in the blankets as his body eventually grew tense, winding up for release.

Bella shook his hand off when he tried to warn her and watched his gorgeous face, took in his deep, rumbling groans as she swallowed around him. When he relaxed again, she pressed a kiss to his hipbone and laid her head against his firm stomach. Edward lay motionless on the bed except for his fingers, which swept through her hair and caressed her back, leaving her feeling feminine yet powerful.

"Christ, Bella," he murmured after a few moments and pulled her up to lie next to him. "You're perfect."

She laughed and shook her head, but he caught her response with his kiss. The kind of kiss that made her chest ache. The kind of kiss she wished could last forever.

A quick note from Tiff: Sorry for the lack of updates, lovelies. We've had a bit of a busy couple of weeks. SK's been getting her new book ready, and forgive me for the pimpage, but I'm incredibly excited! It's the sequel to her first release, The Kingdom. The title is The Morning Star, and it's full of lovable characters, Irish lore, and romance. (And it's currently available on Amazon.) She'll probably kick me for putting this note in here without her permission, but I can't help it. I love it!