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"Class Act"
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Happy
"Bella," Edward whispered.
I grinned, my body alive and my stomach muscles taut with excitement.
"Bella, wake up."
Opening my eyes, I was still smiling.
I was a little disoriented, but I came to quickly. He hadn't left yet, and I fell asleep in my Edward cocoon. "You're here."
He nodded. "So are you." He made no move to touch me. He sat two feet away with his legs crossed in front of him. "Are all the kids breaking and entering these days?" He raised a brow.
My face crumbled, yet I was quick to right it. "How are you?" I blew out a slow breath.
"I'm fantastic now." He shrugged, his eyes traveling down my legs.
I held out my hand.
He took it.
We lay side-by-side.
And he started with the touching again.
First it was my cheek, and then my shoulder.
Fingertips trailing down my side to give my hip a firm squeeze.
I was on fire.
He hadn't kissed me yet or even tried.
And I had so many things to say . . .
There were so many things I needed to say, but I couldn't.
"Edward." I stopped his hand to hold his face, staring intently into his eyes—willing him to kiss me—take me—take whatever he wanted.
Because I needed him to.
His nose touched mine. His lips followed, and then his tongue invaded my mouth. We kissed with vigor, and it was so much better than I remembered.
He surprised me by turning us over, righting me on top of him. "Wow. You look—" His hands rubbed up my thighs, making my miniskirt pool around my waist.
I smiled, taking my t-shirt off.
"Just like that." He stared, but then reached to discard my bra. "Christ . . ." He gently ran his hands over my pebbled nipples—like a ghost, he barely made contact, his palms ticking my breasts.
A hiss escaped my mouth, and my back arched. "Make love to me." I didn't know what tomorrow would be like, or the day after when we left. But I wanted—needed—this now. "Please." I was panting, as he sat up to claim my breast with his mouth. He groaned and held me tightly, while he licked my nipple between his teeth.
"Oh . . ." My fingers wove through his hair, holding him close. "I just—Edward, you have to." I pulled his head back to look into his eyes. "I want a happy ending. When we were on the porch . . ." Before I'd fallen asleep, I'd done some thinking. I wanted closure.
I had planned to call him the next morning, hoping he hadn't changed his number.
The meeting I imagined contained coffee, muffins, and a hug to say goodbye, but this . . .
"Just—Edward, I need you."
He silently reached up to take my lopsided ponytail out from my clip. My hair fanned my shoulders and tickled my back.
"If we never see each other again . . . I don't care." I had tears in my eyes. "Now . . . this is what I want now, and I don't want to think about it. So, please . . . I need to feel you inside of me."
He cleared his throat. "All right." He gently placed me at his side, gesturing for me to lie on my back.
I did so, reaching for him, but he undid my skirt instead—sliding it down my legs along with my underwear.
The look in his eyes as he stared at me was one I'd never forget—admiration, lust, need and want, and I daresay love shone through his gaze. "I did say I'd do it with my mouth before I—"
"No, you." I reached for him.
He grinned, taking his shirt off quickly to toss it onto the floor. Then he leaned back while he lost his pants and boxers and socks.
Finally, we were bare and touching on the small bed made of air. He held my face and kissed me softly as he eased between my legs. This time, I was a little too over-eager. My legs were spread, and I wanted it so bad.
I was panting—out of breath and anticipating his dick.
To be that close to him.
To feel him.
To be with him.
To see him, love him, and be connected.
"Hey . . ." He wiped under my eyes with his thumbs. "We can stop—"
"No." I held onto him tightly. "I'm happy—just so, so happy." My voice broke. "I'm sorry."
He grinned, kissing each new tear that fell from my eyes. "Me too—happy, not sorry." He chuckled.
"You make me happy," I whispered