Part 2
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Bella glared at her reflection as she stared into the oval mirror. She didn't really know what this sour mood was all about. Her hair was styled in long, luscious curls rippling down her back. She wore a bridesmaid/maiden of honor dress of cherry red silk most women would be envious of. She'd visited the tanning salon over the last week, giving her skin a faint golden glow, and her makeup was done to perfection.
Of course, it was beautiful, she'd planned this damn wedding from the curls in her hair to the roses decorating the tabletops—another successful marriage leaving the bride and groom satisfied and happy. That was her ultimate goal—to create fairytales and give couples the wedding of their dreams.
Her sparkling gaze darted away from her reflection to spy the happy couple in the distance. With a wave of jealousy, she stuck her tongue out at the glowing pair before ducking out of the tent.
Wedding complete. Now, she could return to her mundane life. She had plans to curl up on the couch and watch some show she'd seen a hundred times, eat the chocolates she'd bought, drink some wine—maybe a lot of wine … The idea brought a half-smile to her face as she headed toward her car. At least, everyone else would be out for the night, and she'd be utterly alone to bask in her misery.
Perhaps, Alice had been right … maybe she should have given Damon a call. After all, what better way to spend the day of lovers than with a man in the same predicament. Both were wanting what they couldn't have. Considering it was already close to nine o'clock, she assumed he'd probably made other arrangements, yet she picked up her cell and studied the blank screen for a long moment before tossing it away.
There was no possibility of showing up for a drink wearing a gown from the wedding. If she hurried home and changed … well, maybe, she'd give him a buzz and see what his plans were.
Twenty minutes later, Bella let herself into the quiet house and dropped her coat by the door. She didn't even have to look around to know everyone was already out as she stepped into the dark foyer. With a heavy sigh, Bella turned for the stairs and headed to her room. Shercon lazily climbed to his feet when she entered her room and arched his back with a wide yawn, his golden eyes blinking rapidly back at her.
"Guess I'm not totally alone for Valentine's …" Bella mumbled, kicking her dress shoes off next to her dresser as she rounded the bed, petting the cat's forehead. Bending down, she kissed his nose as was now their custom upon seeing one another after a long day. "Wanna be my Valentine? Probably the cutest one there is …"
Shercon answered with a meow. Bella smiled as she turned away from the cat. "I will take that as a yes. Let me change out of this dress, and we'll go make some dinner. Sound good?"
When he merely blinked back at her, she lightly chuckled as he stretched and leaped from the bed. Honestly, she wasn't up for a date, she decided, turning toward the full-length mirror. Lost in thought, she let her fingers drifted over the diamond studs in her ear, her chin tilted this way and that. A flash of silver eyes filled her thoughts, and she was suddenly filled with this craving.
Damn … Too bad Indy was three hours away.
What would Edward think if she just showed up on his doorstep? She was positive, Alice would give her the address if she just asked. How presumptuous could she be? Maybe he was out on a date with someone else. The thought sent a pang of envy streaking through her belly, leaving her restless and fidgeting before the mirror.
Swallowing as a tightness filled her throat, her gaze fell away from the glass, as her gloved fingers undid the clasps on her bracelets. Carefully, she laid the jewelry out on her dresser. She was about to pull the silken gloves from her fingers when a sound by the door caused her to look back into the glass.
As her gaze collided with a set of silver eyes, Bella's heart froze inside her chest. Was it possible she'd thought about him so much her mind had created his image and was merely teasing her? Her lips parted on a gasp as he leisurely leaned against the threshold, fire crackling between them as they stared at one another.
Edward staggered to a standstill as he came to Bella's room. The whole way from Indy to Fort Wayne, he'd chastised himself for making this unannounced trek, nearly turning for home a dozen times along the way. However, as he came to rest in her doorway, he was taken aback by the vision she presented.
She was exactly how he remembered her to be. Beautiful, elegant, sexy as fuck, and instantly, awareness zipped through him. His jaw clenched as this inferno lit in his gut, and he just wanted to cross the room until he was standing directly behind her. He wanted to kiss the delicate line of her neck, taste the sugar on her skin, feel her warmth pressed against his.
Silently, he watched her unclasp the bracelets on her wrist and set the jewelry aside. He was wondering the entire time what she would think when she looked up and found him standing there. Then as if she could hear his thoughts, her eyes lifted and connected with his, and he was entranced.
The gown she wore hugged her form like a second skin, outlining every delicious curve, and Edward's whole body drew tight. Neither of them spoke as he pushed off the doorjamb and stepped into her room, yet he noted the slight tremble of her fingertips as he came to rest directly behind her. Ever-so-slowly, his hand lifted, and he let his fingers skim the curve of her neck, the corner of his mouth lifting as gooseflesh raced across her skin. "The vision of beauty, and sexy as fuck."
She had to be dreaming.
Edward Cullen wasn't actually standing behind her, staring into her soul and touching her skin. Edward's breath wasn't grazing the nape of her neck, and this wicked heat licking through her belly was all a figment of her imagination. Even if he were merely a whimsical daydream, she would definitely relish the vision he created while it lasted. As Edward's gaze clashed with hers in the mirror, the patter of Bella's heart increased in tempo, and her entire being was reawakened.
She wanted to ask him a zillion questions, but currently, her tongue seemed stuck to the roof of her mouth. All the saliva dried up, and all she wanted to do was consume those lips hovering so close to her neck. Her blood thickened unbearably in her veins, and hunger ripped through her belly. Her lashes fluttered as his lips grazed her neck, an answering shudder coursing throughout her being, his hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "You remind me of Christmas. A wondrous gift to unwrap."
All coherent thought fled as his fingers skimmed the bare flesh of her shoulders, tracing over her delicate skin until he came to the clasp holding her gown closed. "Can I unwrap you now? I've had this intense craving for the taste of sugar since heading back to Indy. Think you might be a witch or something …"
Bella shifted until her back settled against his chest, her buttocks meeting the hard flesh of his arousal as she rested against him. Her lashes dropped into a glare as a teasing smile pulled at her lips. "Is that cupid's bow, or are you happy to see me?"
The vibration of his laughter rippled across her back as his hand came up to settle over the silk covering her belly, and he pulled her tighter into his front, letting her feel what she did to him. Nipping at her neck, he hummed as the lava in his veins threatened to erupt; his eyes rolling as her scent wafted, compelling his senses. "I hate to give away surprises, so you'll just have to find out for yourself."
"Sounds pretty intriguing, to be honest," Bella whimpered as Edward lightly kissed his way up her neck, his fingertips grazing her pelvis, her hips lifting to meet his touch as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his hot mouth. Her head rolled on her shoulders, offering him better access, silently willing him to take control of this situation.
Lightly, he nipped her ear with sharp teeth as his palm slid up her abdomen, his fingertips grazing the underside of her breasts. He hoarsely whispered, "Reach around and find out … Thought about you over the last couple of months … couldn't get your taste off my lips."
How the fuck could she ignore the hunger lacing his words or this intense thrill darting throughout her body. Bella released a shuddering breath, her arm curling around his neck, dragging his mouth closer, gulping air; she groaned as his tongue traced the shell of her ear. A haze took hold of her, and she tried to blink past the clouds stealing her sight, yet Bella was lost to the sensations he created. She puffed a small exhale as she whispered coyly, "Mmmm … I still smell you on my sheets … your scent is everywhere … intoxicating."
"Do you play with your pussy and think of me, Bella?" Edward wanted to know, meeting her gaze as his thick toffee brow lifted. His fingers caressed along her ribcage, relishing the smooth material beneath his fingertips. "Do you remember how I felt inside you while you were playing with that sweet clit?"
His words were sexy and tempting, and he couldn't have chosen a better statement to turn her into mush. Her fingernails grazed across his nape, biting into the flesh as he pushed his hips against her, punctuating the effect she had on him. Instead of answering his question, however, her lips parted with one of her own. "Did you think of me while you've been away, Edward?"
"Am I not standing behind you, kitten?" Pulling the tendrils of hair back, he brushed his lips against her cheek. Tugging on a curl, he kissed her ear, "Never answered my question. Have you played since I've been away?"
Bella bit her lip as she dipped her head in a nod, her spine arching as his fingertips trailed down her neck. Edward groaned at her admission. "What do you think about, kitten?"
As he spoke, several images came to mind. Some were as dirty as their 'fun' had been at Christmas, others … well, she didn't want to give in to the direction of those particular thoughts at the moment, but they included things far beyond twisted sheets and heated flesh. Currently, she just wanted to bask in the magic Edward seemed to inspire. While he stood an inch behind her, she had no desire to harness this electric energy humming in her blood. She wanted to savor every minute of this unexpected gift.
Refusing to feel embarrassed or ashamed, she let the greedy hunger claim her as she gave in to the passion melting his eyes. "I think about you … about the way you taste … how you feel …"
Edward growled at her confession, his open mouth settling over her pulse, sucking and licking her neck. Tracing her ribs one by one beneath the bodice, his palm flattened and continued the journey up her body, and his broad hand closed around her pert breast. When her fingers curled in his hair and pulled, he begrudgingly released her delicate flesh in favor of her lips.
Ravenously, his mouth danced over hers, groaning when her tongue twirled around his, seeking more, she dived deep into her hot mouth. Pinching her pebbled nipple beneath the smooth silk, he moaned into her mouth, "I wanna rip this dress off you, but … shit … looks fucking gorgeous."
"Unzip the back, Edward. I want to feel your skin," she moaned as he pushed the bodice lower until one pink tip winked through the mirror at her. His bluish-silver gaze never waved from hers as his thumb grazed the cherry nub. She would've turned to face him, yet he held her in place, his lips returning to hers. He consumed her mouth until she stood there breathless, and his lips glistened with her flavor.
Bella's fingers dug into the nape of his neck, somewhat hesitant about releasing him. Apparently, she wasn't the only one with this affliction because he sucked her tongue deep in his mouth, refusing to relinquish his hold on the appendage. Wickedly his mouth dance over hers, drawing her deeper and deeper until she was drowning in the hunger, while his hands molded and shaped her breasts with bruising grip.
Finally, Edward tore his mouth from hers, his chest moving in rapid succession as his desire pounded through him. "Kitten … you make me so fucking hot … kind of wanna fuck you in this dress."
Just the images that sparked to life as he spouted his desires had anticipation growing within her until she felt as if she would burst. She batted her lashes back at him prettily as naughtiness threatened to explode. "What are you waiting for, Edward? Fuck me in this dress …"
Edward's skin prickled with her demand. A predatory rumble erupted from his chest, pressing his pecs into her back, as a need to dominate claimed him. His lashes dropped a fraction as lust consumed every cell in his body. His cock hard and heavy in his pants commanded him to bend her over and bury himself in her sweet flesh. Caressing her breasts, Edward met her gaze as he flicked her nipple. "Are you wet for me, kitten?"
As the question tumbled from his sexy-ass mouth, Bella felt a gush of warmth between her legs, as an intense pulse vibrated her core. Coyly, she lowered her lashes and stared through the veil as she licked dry lips, savoring the masculine taste coating her skin. "Find out, Mr. Cullen."
Edward had found many necessities throughout his life. Air … Food … Water … Money … Success … They were all food for the body and the soul. He was starting to discover this woman staring back at him through the mirror could, in fact, be one of those necessities, yet he was far from ready to contemplate the severity of what that all meant. All he knew was he couldn't shake her from his fucking head.
In the two months since they'd gone back to their mundane lives, he thought endlessly about her. Was it just sex that kept him spellbound? Absolutely not … How did he know this to be true? Because he could get sex from nearly any woman that crossed his path, and some he didn't even have to try with. So, no, in answer to his own question, he didn't just want her for sex, although logically, he couldn't place where she would fit into his world.
At best, he had a few hours a month to spare, and with their traveling distance being a significant factor to seeing one another on a continuous basis, the idea was truly and utterly out. How infuriating it was to know this delicious woman existed and capable of meeting his complexity for life, yet there were severe complications to a permanent relationship.
For the first time since meeting Bella, Edward was troubled by these thoughts. Refusing to miss an opportunity of sharing this space … this hunger with her … he rejected these disturbing thoughts. He would not let the difficulties of these thoughts steal the few precious moments he had to spare for a personal life. Forcibly, he shoved it away and focused on the woman standing before him.
Bella was lost in her vortex. Climbing and clawing trying to break free from this overwhelming desire to latch onto Edward Cullen and never let go. He made her want things she'd only envisioned in her deepest fantasies, and only some of them were this naughty vixen clamoring to the surface.
If she let herself … She could see him sitting across the table from her at breakfast. She could envision laying lazily on the couch for movie nights. And if she let herself—which she wouldn't—she could so see pillowing her head on his chest in the night, lying in the cocoon of his embrace, savoring the feel of his hot skin against hers.
Bella swallowed tightly, denying this desperation pawing relentlessly at her belly, deciding to relish the heres and nows instead of getting lost in the what-ifs …
She was snapped back to the present as the hem of her gown tickled the flesh of her calves, and the room slowly came back into focus. Bella became aware of Edward scrunching the silk in a tight fist as he drew it up her leg. With every new inch of skin he bared, her breathing rapidly increased, and her skin was alive with anticipation.
When he reached her thigh, his fingertips brushed against her soft skin; a humming growl emanating from his throat.
This is what heaven must feel like …
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