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Chapter Sixteen

We made it into Mississippi.

Just barely.

I couldn't care less about what town it is - Vicksburg I think. We got our state sign picture because that's all that matters. Edward's full on kissing the crap out of me. I will cherish that picture for all of eternity.

Edward is checking us into the Waterview, and I'm kind of bouncing on my toes in excitement. The place is cool. There's a Casino - not that I'm old enough to gamble - and there are beds here.

Beds that aren't Granny's.

I'm going to have sex with my cowboy.

We're going to make love.

How sweet is that?

"Swanie," Edward calls, and I take my eyes off the slot machines and heavy smokers to see him smiling at me. "One bed or two?"

"What?" He's messing with me, I'm sure.

"They've got rooms with one bed and some with two. You wanna share a bed with me?"

"Quit playing," I say, and he winks all cute and gets one bed, of course. God, I love how playful and sexy he is.

He signs the receipt and accepts the keys, and I loop my arm with his, my stomach suddenly a house full of butterflies.

"We should go to the gift shop," I say.

"You wanna buy a souvenir?"

"No...well, actually now that you mention it, sure. But I was thinkin', we might need some…" I look around to make sure no one's spying on us, not that we're important enough to be spied on. "...condoms, right? I don't have any. Do you have any?"

Edward's staring down at me, lips twitching and then he shakes his head. "I've got one, Swanie."

"One? That's not enough," I say, and he starts laughing.

"You plannin' to love me forever?" He asks, the king of saying what's always on my mind.

But, yes!

I bite my lip and pretend to think about it. "I mean, if that's what you want. I can't say no to you…"

"Shut up," he says, smiling -wait is he blushing? "I'm thinkin' we'll get more if we need them. Alright?"

"Alright," I say as he turns us toward the elevators. The doors open just as we make it to them, and we step right on in.

"Elevators used to freak me out," I say, not releasing my hold on his arm - I just join him as he pushes floor three. "I always picture them just snapping from the cable and me free falling to my death. That'd be a painful way to die."

The doors shut, and Edward wraps me up in a delicious hug. "You're afraid of a lot of things, Swanie." He kisses my nose, and I smile up at him because how can you not smile at that face.

"I'm not afraid of you."

"You thought I was a serial killer," he reminds me, smirking, and I remember the day clearly. It's likely I'll never forget it.

"Those poor, innocent Frosted Flakes."

"You're funny," he says, kissing my cheek, his hands heavy on my waist.

"I am kind of funny," I say, kissing his cheek back. "I think I get it from my mom's side." The elevator dings, and Edward straightens - sadly - and I grab his hand while he grabs our bags with the other hand. "What room is it?"

"325," he says, and I nod and lead him to our assigned room.

I'm kind of nervous but kind of not. Sex with Edward - wow. Yeah, it's already wow, and we haven't even done it yet. If kisses and conversation are what dreams are made of then sex with my cowboy will surely be so much more than that.

"Are you ready for some sleep?" Edward asks, slipping the key into the slot and pushing the hotel room door open, his grin at full force - the tease.

"Sleep? Sure," I say, letting him go and walking into the room. The bed is a king, and I can't wait to roll around in those sheets with Edward. "I mean, I am exhausted, I guess. I could use a nap…"

The door clicks shut, and my heart is fluttering up my throat. The sound of the bags hitting the floor makes my pulse race and then Edward's behind me, wrapping me up in a hug, and I smile so big my face hurts. "I'm thinkin' a nap sounds nice," he says.

The sun's still out, and we haven't had dinner, but I'd starve to death before I let a hungry stomach interrupt this moment.

"The bed is big," I say.

"Yeah," he says, nuzzling my hair, the smile in his voice loud and clear.

I pull away from him, turn around to face him and grab his hands. "I want to take all of your clothes off," I say, the nervousness I felt from before completely gone. This is Edward - my cowboy, my gentleman, my rescuer, and I don't care if I've known him only days, when you know, you freaking know, and I know this moment will be only one of a lifetime of moments with him.

"Yeah?" He asks, squeezing my hands and letting me pull him closer to the bed.

"I mean, it's only fair," I say, pushing him to sit on the bed, but then I can't help it when I crawl into his lap, my hands sinking into his hair. "You undressed me, so now I'll undress you. Don't worry, I'll be gentle." I smile and rub my nose along his.

He grins and lifts his chin for a kiss, so of course I give him one.

It's otherworldly.

I trail my hands down his arms and then reach for the bottom of his shirt, slowly lifting until he lifts his arms and we break apart so I can pull it over his head. "I've never undressed anyone before," I say.

"I'm honored to be your first," he says, chuckling, his thumb rubbing along my bottom lip. "You're fucking pretty, Swanie." His eyes are on my lips, and I give up on the whole undressing him thing. I don't ever want to leave his lap, and I can't take his pants off if I'm sitting on him like this anyway.

"I think you're going to have to take over," I say. "I mean, I'm not good at being in charge. I've always been a lousy leader. I don't even know how to make love." Oh God, shut up. "So…"

Edward shakes his head and grins, wrapping his arms around me so tight I can barely breath. Who likes breathing, anyway! "You're killin' me, baby."

Baby?

Holy cow.

"Did you just call me baby?" I ask, using my hands to tilt his head back.

"What?" His teeth flash and his dimples appear, and he's the most perfect person I've ever seen.

"You called me baby? No one's ever called me baby before. I like it." I kiss each of his dimples - more than once. "You say it so much better than Johnny."

"Johnny?"

"From Dirty Dancing," I say, holding onto the sides of his neck and looking into his beautiful eyes. "How could you forget already? Do we need to watch it again? It's pretty unforgettable." I shake my head, pretending to be disappointed, and he pokes both of my sides, making me jump and giggle, and I just want to stay in this moment forever.

"Swanie…"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and kiss me," he says, sliding me further up his lap so we're practically glued together front to front.

"Okay," I breathe, pressing my lips against his.

"Okay," he whispers against mine, and then he's kissing me. Like really kissing me. Kissing me like he means business. Like the take all our clothes off and make love kind of business.

I want it more than I want air.

Edward's kisses, I can't say it enough - holy cow.

His hands grip the sides of my shirt, not moving, but twisting the material in his hands, and we're so wrapped up in each other, I don't know where I begin and he ends.

My shirt lifts a smidge, his hands grazing both of my bare hips, and I wrap my arms so tight around his neck, he's surely the one struggling for breath now.

He kind of groans into my mouth and tilts his head to the side a bit, kissing me deeper and wetter, and the tingles I feel all over my body are a real thing.

By the time my shirt's lifted up to my boobs, I'm having trouble focusing on all the places our bodies are touching - everywhere.

We break apart, and his voice is super sexy when he says, "Lift your arms, Swanie," and I immediately listen, lifting my arms, so he can slide my shirt up and off. His eyes take in my super sexy demi bra with the snap in front, and his hand reaches up, his fingers dragging a path down my cleavage.

I think I'm dying.

"Do you like it?"

"What?" He asks, clearing his throat, his eyes moving to my face.

"My bra? I picked this one on purpose."

"For me?"

"Yeah. It matches my underwear."

His grin is slow and detrimental to my overbeating heart. "Yeah?"

I nod and then his lips are back on mine and I'm in the air for seconds before my back meets plush blankets with Edward on top of me.

"I wanna see your underwear," he says, pecking my lips before kissing my chin, his lips trailing down my body, all the way down my body until his hands are at the button of my shorts. "Yeah?"

I nod because of course he can see my matching underwear and everything beneath. You'd think I'd be shy for my not so stranger, but hell no. I want everything he wants - probably more.

He pulls my shorts down, and I lift my hips so he can pull them all the way off. The way his dimples dent his cheeks when his eyes scan my black lace underwear - my freaking heart.

"Do you like them?" I ask, pushing up to my elbows.

He looks up from beneath his lashes, and nods before kissing me right above right there.

I think I'm dying.

He crawls back up my body and fits himself between my legs, his jeans still on and I want to demand he take them off but instead I touch every piece of bare skin I can get my hands on. "You're so freaking sexy," I say, tracing his collarbone with my pointer finger.

"So are you," he says.

"Why are we not naked yet?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "I'm tryin' not to rush, Swanie. You're makin' me nervous."

"I am not!" I say.

"You are to," he argues, eyes on my boobs, his fingers messing with the clip of my bra. "I'm thinkin' I'm gonna take this off."

Take it off!

"Quit thinkin' and do it," I say, smiling. "I want you to take it off. You're actually making me feel kind of crazy. You're on top of me all half naked, looking all sexy with your dimples and kissable lips. I'm literally dying. I'm literally obsessed with you."

He stares up at me, looking all satisfied and hot. "Obsessed, huh?"

I grab his face and lean up a bit. "Obsessed. So much that I can hardly stand it," I say and then kiss him. He opens his mouth, and I slip my tongue inside and when he groans, I melt into the mattress, so freaking happy when he follows me.

His hand is between us, getting my bra unhooked, and I give an internal sigh when my boobs are released from the confines off the satin lace and are in his hands.

He's still kissing me, and his thumbs are swiping across my pebbled nipples while his jeans are rubbing all up in between my legs.

Just as quick as he starts, he stops. "What! What are you…"

He's standing beside the bed, his hands getting his pants undone, his eyes on me, but I hardly notice because I'm mesmerized by his fingers working at the button of his jeans and then pulling his zipper down. Finally - finally - he pushes them down his legs, revealing tight boxer briefs and the hottest, sexiest covered erection I've ever seen.

He crawls back on the bed, and I sit up, pulling my bra the rest of the way off and colliding with his body, our lips meeting and our hands everywhere. I don't know how long we do this, kissing, touching. Time has stopped, and I don't want it to ever start again. I could stay like this always.

But then his hands are gripping the edges of my underwear and slowly pulling them down my legs. When they're gone, and I'm laying back on the bed, he watches my face as he slips a finger inside me.

Is this what heaven feels like?

"Holy cow," I breathe, and Edward grins, his eyes half lidded and extremely attractive.

He fingers me tortuously slowly and insanely sweetly, and by the time I feel like I'm going to explode or just die all together, he removes his fingers and removes his briefs.

"Holy cow," I breathe again.

"Swanie," he says, bending forward to give me a quick kiss before he's up on his knees, head bent, bottom lip between his teeth as he rolls on our one condom.

"We're going to need more," I say.

"Yeah," he says, fitting himself back where he belongs - between my legs. "You wanna make love now, Swanie?"

"More than anything, cowboy," I say, truthfully, feeling him right at my entrance, anticipating the moment he finally slides in.

"Yeah," he says again except this time it's raspy and perfect, and if he's thinking he's dropping me off in Florida and saying sayonara then he's not thinking correctly. "More than anything."

Edward's inside me, his mouth on mine, but we're not kissing just kind of breathing life into one another as he slowly slides out and pushes back in.

It's too much but not enough. My arms wrap around his shoulders, and he moves his face into my neck, lightly biting my skin as he does me so good.

He's been in my life days, but it feels like years.

"I like this," I gasp, smiling to myself when he pauses before starting again - moving faster, sucking on my skin harder, his hands gripping my hips not soft but not rough, just enough to turn me on. "You feel good." I scratch my hands lightly down his back, his deep groan vibrating against my neck.

I love him.

Between broken breaths, I keep talking because it makes Edward groan deeper and makes him grip me harder, love me faster. "I'm seriously obsessed with you, you know," I whisper into his ear, lightly nibbling his earlobe. "You're so freaking sweet, cowboy."

He grunts and lifts his head, his hair mussed all freaking sexy, his eyes on my face. He reaches up and grabs my right hand, slowly sliding it down my stomach until it's between my legs, the back of my hand grazing him. "I wanna feel you come, Swanie," he rasps, his hand urging me to get the job done.

It doesn't take long before I'm lifting my hips, arching my neck, feeling it building, not knowing if I can even handle what's about to happen.

"Yeah," Edward praises, falling forward, smashing my hand between us as he continues to love me. His lips whisper across mine. "Swanie…"

Oh my God, I can't take it. This type of explosion could take an entire world down.

When I feel it, my eyes close and Edward's mouth covers mine, swallowing my small cry and heavy gasps as he pumps his hips faster, meeting me at the finish line. His groan of pleasure outdoes mine - unbelievably sexy - and when his movements finally still, he kisses me sweet and filthy at the same time.

"Oh my God," I breathe onto his lips.

He grins, eyes crinkled and I'm sure dimples out. "Yeah, oh my God," he says, voice a little gritty a lot totally freaking hot. "You're so good at that."

"So are you."

"I haven't had loads of practice or anythin'," he says, giving me deja vu.

"Me either," I say, not being able to handle the smile stretching across my face.

"You're lyin'," he whispers, grins, kisses my cheek. "I bet all the boys want you."

"The only one I care about is you," I say, totally going off script.

You only live once!

"Yeah," he says, nuzzling my cheek and putting all his weight on me.

Only one word.

But it means everything.

This chapter took me FOREVER. I kept changing it, but I feel it fits these two perfectly.