"How could I hate you when you're all I fucking think about?" Edward's words made my knees go weak. They made me feel high. They were like a hug to console my confused, aching heart.
"I didn't text, because I simply couldn't. I thought you'd never want to hear from me again, and I just wouldn't be able to handle the rejection." Edward pulled his face away from me to look me in the eye as he held my face into his warm hands.
"I literally told you I was falling for you, Edward," I said, shyly, my voice barely above a whisper. Once again, I was baring my heart to this man even though I planned to do anything but.
"Baby," he breathed, his face only inches from mine. "I crashed for you. I fell from a thousand fucking miles above the earth and ended up at your fucking feet." His voice was low, filled with emotion. His eyes were deep pools of melted emeralds, dangerous and beautiful. Edward had left me speechless, utterly and foolishly speechless.
"We should talk about this, B."
"Not now, I can't now. We'll talk later." My voice was breathless. I pulled at him, fisting the lapels of his jacket, craving more kisses, more of him.
"What's wrong?" He teased, inching away from me.
"Kiss me, you idiot." His answer got muffled by my lips as I raised onto my tiptoes, making my move. I pressed my body to him, wanting to feel him, every beautiful, mouthwatering inch of him.
I don't know how long we stood there, kissing like two fools in a movie. His stubble against my cheek felt divine, making me crave it somewhere else. Edward's hands were all over me, under my hoodie, on my denim-clad ass, driving me absolutely insane with need.
My unsteady hands travelled down his torso to his belt, undoing the buckle. I could hear the metal part clank against my car, and I couldn't care less.
"B, we're outside," Edward grunted when I stroked him through the slinky material of his boxers. He was already hard. I smiled and bit my lip, loving the effect I had on this man.
"Ah, is this too much to handle for you, old man?" I teased, ready for his retaliation.
"Call me old one more time, and see what happens, little minx," he snickered.
"Old, old, old," I played, pouting at him through my lashes.
"I didn't hear you complain about my age last time," he leaned into my touch, moaning when my hand slipped into the waistband of his underwear.
"I guess you could remind me why I didn't, then?" I didn't need to say anything else anymore, since Edward spun me around, my back to him, his erection very obvious when he thrust himself against my backside. With expert hands, he unbuckled my jeans and slid them halfway down my thighs, immobilizing me completely. I had to admit, it only turned me on more. I sighed at his touch, his fingers moving my lace thong aside. Edward kissed my neck as his fingers entered me. I was wet and ready, growing more aroused the longer he touched me.
"Oh, fuck." I gasped as he added another finger, his angle perfect, stimulating me in all the right places. "Now, please."
"Always so needy," he grunted. I could sense the smile in his speech.
"Only for you, always for you," I answered.
