~ 38 ~

I didn't want to leave Edward alone, but his twitching was starting to get contagious. Even with my back to him at the library, I couldn't get anything done. When he finally announced he was going to find a pick-up basketball game, I didn't even try to hide my relief.

"I'll miss you, too," he chuckled, pecking me on the cheek.

"Come get me when you're hungry," I told him.

"I'm always hungry." His eyes dropped down to my shirt, drawing my nipples into two tight buds.

"You just want something to put in your mouth."

He smiled without apology. "That I do."

"Go dribble something. You're distracting me! And don't come back until you're sweaty and spent."

I thrilled at the way his eyebrows popped up. "You know I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby."

"There's more where that came from," I teased.

Edward leaned in, his lips so close to my ear I could feel the tickle of his hot breath. "Keep talking that way, and I'm not gonna make it 'til Friday."

"Nuh-uh. We have a deal. Two more days of nicotine-free slave-drivery, and we are going to hump like bunnies at the height of mating season."

"You're killing me here," he laughed, swirling his tongue around the shell of my ear and blowing a stream of warm air and leaving me wanting and flustered.

"You're killing me back. Out you go!"

I dove into my books and didn't look up for the entire two hours he was gone. He delivered himself back to me all smelly and disgusting, just as ordered, and it took all my willpower not to follow him into the shower. After dinner, he seemed more relaxed than I'd seen him all day. He told me he'd made plans to play again tomorrow night at the same time, that being with the other guys was better than running alone and thinking about missing cigarettes the whole time. Edward took my hand in his as we strolled home.

"You seem much better than yesterday," I told him, certain he was feeling the tug for an after-dinner smoke.

"Yesterday sucked." His head whipped around suddenly, and he quickly added, "Except for the actual sucking, which was pretty much the highlight of my week."

"Is that your not-so-subtle way of asking for a repeat performance?"

"No! Absolutely not," he assured, slicing his other hand through the air to add emphasis. Then, so shyly it was comical, he squeezed my hand and asked, "Why? You want to do it again?"

I had to admit I'd given it some serious thought, especially when my mind drifted in insurance class. "I'd do it again."

"So, you felt all right about everything?"

"Yeah." I felt way better than all right. I'd taken Edward from tense ball of nerves to blissed-out boy at my own pace by my own choice. I couldn't wait to do it again.

"Bella, I want you to know that I totally respect you."

"Thanks," I said, letting the nervous chuckle escape.

"Hey, I'm not just saying that so you'll do it again."

"I know. Can we stop talking about this now?"

"God, yes." He blew out a long breath. "Got any tootsie pops handy?"

"Always. Purple or . . . purple?"

Back in my room, we got in about forty-five minutes of decent book-time before we couldn't keep our hands off each other. He finally jumped me on the bed, penning me in flat on my back with his knees around my hips and kissing me till my lips were sore. When I reached for his belt buckle, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

"It's my turn," he said with a shake of his head.

"I'm not ready for that yet."

He leaned in and kissed me again. "That's fine. We can save that for another time. In the meantime, how about if I . . .?" He wiggled his fingers in the air, and I'm sure I turned beet red.

I was able to give him the "okay" nod before complete mortification took me over. Those fingers found their way inside my shirt, and I closed my eyes and just let him touch me anywhere he wanted. Everything felt so good. When he slipped his hand down my pants, I pulled in a large breath and tried to stay still.

"Relax," he whispered into my ear. "Breathe. It's supposed to feel good."

"It does feel good," I answered as his fingers drifted lower. I was a quivering puddle of goo by the time he reached his destination.

"You're wet, Bella, so wet. Is that for me?"

"Yessss," I hissed, bucking my hips into his hand. He was teasing me, pulling back and tickling me, sliding through the slippery opening between my legs. His tongue traced a wet line down my neck while his fingers advanced and retreated, soft as five feathers.

"Tell me what you want," he teased.

"Touch me!" I begged.

He brushed his thumb way above my dark triangle of hair. "Here?"

I peeked down at him. He was watching me, enjoying my desperation way too much.

"Lower."

He grinned and jumped to my thigh. "Here?"

He wasn't going to touch me until I said the dirty word.

"My pussy. Please!"

"Oh! You want me to touch your pussy? Why didn't you say so?"

I don't know what happened next—his fingers were in me, on me, gliding and teasing and finding every place that needed to be found. Bright lights popped behind my eyes as he sent me up to the sky, tumbling from one cloud to the next.

When the ride was over, I let out a loud, happy sigh. I looked over at a very proud Edward, who was resting his slippery fingers on my stomach and waiting for me to say something.

"You're kind of a perv."

He laughed. "You have this whole innocence vibe going, but I love bringing your inner dirty girl out to play."

"It's all your fault. I was clean until I met you."

Edward grinned. "You're welcome."

A/N: Dirtyella and Pervward. :)

I need to apologize for being out of touch. This never-ending birthday celebration (which is finally officially over!) has had me out of town without access to the internet - which is not at all what I thought was going to happen. Please forgive me for not answering your reviews for the last couple chapters. I didn't want to hold up posting any longer. I promise I'll catch up when life calms down! MWAH!

XXX ~BOH