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Warning: This chapter is unedited and contains a sex scene.
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Chapter 17
It's later that evening, a little after 10, when I hear the door open followed by Alice's loud voice.
"Mmm, it smells delicious in here," Alice moans, bouncing into the cluttered kitchen, jacket draped over her arm. I barely glance at her as I rattle off the many types of cookies I've managed to bake in the last 3 hours.
"Take your pick, we have m&m, snickerdoodle, double fudge chocolate, and peanut butter. Oh, there's a bit of coconut in the sugar, so you may want to avoid those," I ramble sticking the final batch of Rose's favorite cinnamon cookies in the oven.
"Ok slow down for a sec. What's going on?" Alice sets her coat on the chair, her eyes are focused on me.
"What? Nothing? It's fall, time for fall cookies," I shrug avoiding her, setting the timer. I pray her freaky intuition fails today because I don't want to talk about a certain attorney and my broken heart right now.
"You ramble when you're nervous, and you're baking. Insanely, might I add," she grabs the double fudge cookie and takes a bite before looking at me expectantly. I slump against the counter.
"Edward broke up with me," I mumble.
She snickers, "What? No. What really happened?"
"Alice I'm trying to mend a broken heart right now and I think I would know when I've been broken up with," I try not to think about his words in his office earlier. It still doesn't seem real, I can't believe we're just over. The only man I'd ever shared such a strong and beautiful connection with, who I thought I was beginning to fall in l-
'No Bella don't say it,' I stop myself from going down that train of thought. It'll hurt too much.
"No, what I mean Bella is that the guy is ridiculously crazy about you. Even Rose sees it, no matter how she feels about him," rolling her eyes she takes another bite of her cookie.
"Wait, how does she feel about him? No scratch that, one issue at a time," I pause taking a slight breath. "I thought he was crazy about me too Alice, but obviously I misread things," I focus on cleaning up the dishes in front of me. I wish she'd let the issue go. It's too late.
"Bella, you two are so in tune with one another. It's so obvious, especially after today's lunch and seeing you two together. You're like magnets, you move he moves, even Jasper noticed," she's firm now as we lock gazes and I see the sincerity all over her face.
I try to quell the hope rising in me, but I can't stop it. I know Edward cares about me, no matter how hard he tries to suppress it. I saw the anguish in his eyes as he pushed me away.
"It doesn't matter Alice, even if what you're saying is true…it's over between us,"
"'Bella the optimist' is giving up? I never thought I'd see the day," she scoffs in mock disbelief. "You don't believe it's over Bella, I know you don't."
"And what if I don't Alice, what do you want me to do? Throw myself at a man who just broke up with me just a few hours ago?" I shake my head.
"No Bella, but I know he's what you want, and trust me you're damn sure what that man wants… I've seen the look in his eyes."
It wasn't my imagination. I felt something and I saw that he felt it too. I'm falling for him and I've been afraid to take risks, but that's what this love thing is about.
"Call him Bella, tell him how you feel honey," Alice says leaning towards me.
'What are you doing to me?' His words from that night out dancing ring in my ears again. He was falling for me, and I for him. He was scared, that much was obvious. But of what? Of how strong our bond was already? Of how we could end? I didn't know, but I refused to let him go without a fight.
"Where are you going?" Alice asks as I jump up suddenly pulling the apron off, brushing the excess flour off me.
"I'm taking your advice Alice."
"Bella, do you know what time it is?" Alice squeaks.
"Yes, and if I don't do it now…I may never. I'm going to tell him how I feel. Better yet I'm going to show him."
"Well I can't argue with that," chuckling she shakes her head in disbelief before grabbing a snickerdoodle cookie.
"Thanks Ali." I wink, grabbing for my jacket and keys.
"Anytime honey. Please be safe out there and text me when you make it to Edwards," she's all motherly now.
"I will," I wink heading towards the door.
I pop my head back in the kitchen. "Oh, would you please be a dear and mind the kitchen for me? Thanks, Ali!" and with that, I'm out of the door, before I can hear her response.
Thirty minutes later I'm knocking on Edwards apartment door. I brush my hair back subconsciously, trying to steel myself and not chicken out.
But it's too late for that as the door swings open and Edward 's eyes widen in surprise as he takes me in.
He's still wearing his suit from earlier, minus the jacket, and his tie is missing. His eyes are tired but I can see a dim light behind them as he stares at me lost, yet excitement simmering underneath the surface.
"Bella what are you doing here?" His voice is full of confusion.
"I was always better at show than tell," I murmur.
And with that I launch myself at him with my full force, my arms wrapping around his neck, our lips molding together.
He easily handles my weight as I throw myself on him. He's kissing and nipping my lips as if he can't get enough. And neither can I. I respond to him seeking more of his sweet tasting lips.
He pulls back for a moment his eyes boring into mine studying me. I think he's going to stop me for a second until he finally speaks, his eyes are heated.
"Bella, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," a part of me should be frightened, or give pause, but the next words out of my mouth erase all those thoughts. My doubts, my fears, and worse…my gut. He's all I want and need at this moment and I'm going to have him.
"I'm a big girl Masen…I can handle myself," I breathe out.
That's all he needs to hear before he's back on me. Our lips meet again and I am lost within him.
It's pitch black when I awaken and it takes a moment to realize where I am. I'm naked and covered with the comforter, as if it's been tucked around me.
My eyes find the person next to me. Edward is sound asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly. An arm thrown above his head. His face is smooth and without worry lines. He's never looked more beautiful. He looks younger than his 29 years.
I smile and snuggle closer to him, he smells so good like soap and Edward, and a little of me. My mind flashes back over our night as his lips explored every part of my body so sweetly and tenderly and I did the same to him. I reached heaven as he pushed me over the edge repeatedly. Our connection so strong, it nearly brought tears to my eyes.
It was perfect.
My bladder makes itself as I snuggle into him blissfully.
Sighing, I slowly ease out of the bed quietly tiptoeing, careful not to wake him. I grab the first item of clothing I see. His shirt from the night before is thrown across the chair in his bedroom. I slip it on and crack the door open. Judging from the darkness outside of the windows I'm guessing it's early morning, maybe 3ish.
There are several doors in the hallway. I try the first one. It's a closet with a few blankets and towels. I shut it back gently
Tiptoeing to the second door I wiggle the knob. It's locked.
"What are you doing?"
I scream, turning towards the voice.
Edward is leaning against his bedroom door shirtless, arms crossed, eyebrow raised.
"You scared me," I say through a giggle.
"Sorry," he sleepily smiles.
"It's ok, I was just trying to find the bathroom," I'm suddenly self-conscious in front of him in his shirt, I pull It around me a little tighter. I don't understand why, after what we've just done.
"It's the door at the very end of the hall," he nods behind me.
"Thanks," I squeak and scurry towards the bathroom.
I quickly use the bathroom. Washing my hands, I study myself in the mirror. My hair is a tangled mess, yet the glow is undeniable. I grin at my reflection. I look happy. Edwards smell is all over me, and I breath in his shirt wrapped around me. Tonight was… more than words. It was everything.
It's as if we're starting anew after our breakup yesterday. Like we had turned a page in our relationship. I loved it.
Once I realize I've spent way too much time in the bathroom I head back to his room. I refuse to allow that awkward feeling to arise. He's sitting up against his headboard smiling when I enter.
"Hi," he says grinning.
"Hi," clearing my throat, I cross my arms still standing.
"Are you going to stand there for the rest of the night?" He asks.
I shrug looking away as coyly as I can. "Haven't decided yet."
He rises, and begins to stalk towards me, his eyes steadily locked on mine. The expression in his makes me catch my breath. It's pure unadulterated need and desire.
He's in front of me now. So close. His arm wraps around my waist drawing circles on my fabric covered back. His other hand cups the side of my face lightly dancing across my cheek.
"Well maybe this will help you decide," he lowers his lips to mine. They're soft and full and mold with mine so easily. I close the distance between our body's wrapping my arms around his shoulder, a small moan escapes me.
And I'm greedy for every single inch of him. As if he's reading my mind he begins backing me towards his bed, never breaking our contact. And we're completely lost in each other once again.
He doesn't miss a beat as his hands slide down my body, arms, back, ass, thighs. He lifts me up and gently lays me on his oversized bed. His lips began their descent from my lips to my neck and he takes every second to worship my body. The hardness in his sweats is large and noticeable now and I run my hand across it welcoming the feeling.
If I thought my moans couldn't get any louder I was wrong. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth gently sucking and kneading it. I'm pulling his hair now internally begging him to continue his descent. All the way down. And he doesn't disappoint.
He gently licks the length of my pussy before massaging my clit between his lips sucking and nipping. His fingers play with me as he applies some pressure. In. Out. He's sucking and lapping at me as if I'm his last meal. His name is like a prayer on my lips, over and over again.
"Baby please," I whisper so low, I almost don't think Edward hears me. But he does. He gives my lips below another kiss before sitting up and grabbing a condom from beside the bed. He slides it on effortlessly before positioning himself between my legs.
Rubbing his length between my soaking lips he meets my eyes. His are so dark and hooded as he stares me over. I'm writhing underneath him.
"You want it baby?" he murmurs and I can only nod before he's sliding inside me. He takes a deep breath steeling himself. "God, you're so soft and tight." Closing his eyes, he leans forward, his forehead on mine.
I'm moaning so loud, I fear his neighbors may complain. But we'll worry about that later.
I gently suck on his neck drawing groans and moans from him as he pumps back and forth, in and out. He's hitting my spot now and he brings his fingers down to play with my clit. And God the added stimulation is so intense. My nails dig into his back as I writhe beneath him. And with a toe-curling scream I'm pushed over the edge and he's not far behind me.
When we awake again, the sun is beaming across us. I'm strewn across him. One glance up tells me he's awake and gazing at me. A fleeting moment of self-consciousness arises but I push it away.
"Good morning beautiful," he murmurs.
"Good morning," I grin adjusting myself next to him, leaning on my elbow.
"You sleep okay?"
"Wonderfully," I giggle out.
"Me too," he wags his eyebrow.
"And I really enjoyed that thing we did last night, and the thing after that, and then the one after that," I trail off.
He laughs that deep laugh I love so much.
Glancing at the clock behind him I see it's a little after 7. I'm supposed to be at the bookstore soon, but there's one problem.
I'm not ready to leave Edward and this little world we've created for ourselves.
"You Bella Swan are a closet vixen do you know that?" His arms enclose around my waist pulling me close. The bed is so comfortable and his arms feel so welcoming… but I know if I don't get up I'll miss work.
"Well, Mr. Masen I will have to be a vixen for you later, because… I'm going to be late for work," I attempt to jump up with a giggle before I feel a hand grab my wrist.
A smile covers his face.
"Not so fast. I think you can spare a few more minutes," I'm pulled on top of him, his lips finding my neck. He finds that sweet spot that he's just discovered last night and I can't stop my eyes from rolling back at the intense pleasure from his tongue. I know I've lost this battle. And I don't mind it one bit.
Yeah…work can wait for a little while.