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Bella came awake pressed into a furnace. She rubbed her eyes attempting to roll over, yet a weight wrapped around her waist held her to the mattress. Momentarily confused, her brow drew tight, and she lifted her head to find an arm tucked firmly around her.
She froze, her heartbeat stuttering in its rhythm as the memory came flooding back. Sitting up on elbows, she stared in disbelief at the face on the pillow next to her. She tried to ignore the flutter of sensation that ignited in her lower body. Bella refrained from leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his relaxed lips.
Edward Cullen rested next to her. Holy shit … What the hell did she do?
Ever so slowly, she eased from his embrace until her feet touched the floor. Raking her hands through her hair, she sat there for a long moment assessing the situation.
This was bad. This was bad—this was so fucking bad.
Even while this was the case a thrill raced through her at the thought. It might have been bad, but it'd been so good. Wicked heat licked down her spine, and she was tempted to lay back and forget who they were.
He was her step-brother and for a few hours last night; with the help of too much tequila she'd managed to forget the fact. Even as she licked her lips, she tasted the salt from his flesh. She could sit there and lie all she wanted, but Bella knew deep down in her soul she'd been lucid.
There was no way she could pretend she'd been drunk—especially when she remembered every detail.
"Fuck," she whispered, brushing her hair from her face. She needed a moment to think and process what happened between them. When Edward groaned next to her, she hurriedly climbed to her feet and slid into the bathroom.
Maybe if she sat in here long enough, he'd nonchalantly slip from her room. Closing the door, she stared into the mirror. She looked like she'd been dragged through an alleyway and beat, she decided, staring at her reflection. The flawless eyeliner and mascara she'd worn last night were now smeared beneath her eyes. Her hair was a tangled mess, and—where the fuck were her clothes? Turning on her heel, she stared at the door, reliving the feel of Edward Cullen's tongue between her thighs.
Even now her muscles clenched with the memory. She could taste him on her tongue. She could smell him on her skin. Feel his weight between her legs.
Her eyes slid shut. A tingle shot through her clit. She clenched her thighs, trying to rid the ache that started all over again.
Now, what the fuck would happen? If she'd hoped to put an end to this hunger last night by letting Edward between her sheets. It hadn't worked. If anything this fire burned brighter. Hotter. Threatening to consume her.
Holy shit. She was about fucking lost.
Bella wasn't entirely sure what this all meant, and honestly, she wasn't ready to think about it. She was just going to take a fucking shower, and forget all about what transpired last night. With this thought in mind, she reached past the glass doors, turning the hot water on as high as she could stand it.
Her head tilted beneath the hot spray, letting the heat of the water wash over her scalp. As the water slid down her body, she felt the tension she'd been experiencing melt. She was reaching for the scrunchy and body wash when she saw a movement through the glass, fogged with steam. Through a droplet of water rolling down the sliding door, she caught a glimpse of Edward coming into the bathroom. He must've been aware of her gaze because his eyes lifted until they met hers.
Without even pausing, he slid the door open and stepped in behind Bella. "Should've woke me up. Wouldn't have missed this for all the sleep in the world."
Bella's breath caught in her throat as his hand settled on her waist. Coyly, she blinked over her shoulder at Edward. "I don't remember inviting you into my shower."
With light pressure on her hip, Edward brought her closer until her naked back bumped into his chest. "I don't remember asking for an invitation." Biting her shoulder, he rested his scruff-covered chin on her arm. "Want me to go?"
Edward saw no reason to beat around the bush. Last night when he'd entered Bella's room and she'd lifted that sheet, all bets were off. Now, in the light of day, if she happened to change her mind, he would totally respect her decision. He would climb right back out of here. Even as the thought went through his mind, he silently prayed, Bella wouldn't toss him out.
"I-I," she mumbled, her voice fluttering. "I-I … W-we should probably talk about this, Edward. I'm not sure what this means, o-or how I feel about it."
Edward stepped a foot away. "Bella, it's pretty simple. Do you want me to stay? Or do you want me to go?"
"E-Edward, I just think," Bella started, fumbling for the right explanation. Even as the words tripped over her tongue, she let her wandering eye coast over his lean form. He was half aroused, and her wanton gaze locked on his rapidly growing flesh. Intrigued, she couldn't help but stare. "I'm not sure what all this is—maybe we—we shouldn't …"
"Baby," Edward mumbled, shifting their positions until he rested beneath the spray. "We sailed past the shouldn't last night. Whether we should or shouldn't isn't even relevant. Do you want me to go?"
They had so much to discuss, yet all she could see at the moment was Edward Cullen's lean, muscular form beneath the spray of water. She should tell him to go. She should want him to go. They were step-siblings and hadn't spoken in a few years.
Who was to say they both expected the same things. While the list of problems grew between them, Bella wiped the water from her face as she shook her head. "No … I'm just not sure what all I'm ready for, Edward. This is new and weird."
Edward soaped up his hair, scrubbing at his scalp. Squinting at Bella, he blew the water from his mouth. "Do you feel weird?"
Edward had felt awkward in many situations in his life. That first kiss they shared, while hot as fuck had left him shaken. At that particular point in his life, he wasn't sure what the hell to do. Now, he wasn't some idiot kid. Bella was no more his sister than Renee was his mother. While he respected Renee, he had his own mom, and the best their relationship would ever be is friends.
"No," Bella whispered, perplexed by the realization. She should feel weird as hell, but the word didn't even penetrate her radar. "No. I really don't. I still think we should talk about what all this is and what it means."
Edward rolled his head beneath the hot water as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. He shook his head, flinging water throughout the shower. Focusing on her, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her nose. "Good. Let's just finish this shower."
"Edward," Bella started and fell silent as his finger came to rest against her lips.
"Shhh," he whispered, tucking a strand of wet hair behind her ear. "Turn around and let me wash your back."
His gaze roamed the honey-colored skin as suds slid down Bella's back. His jaw clenched as his cock throbbed, saluting the curve of her spine, and begging to feel the slope of her ass. Unfortunately, the doubt wiggling into his ultimate fantasy held him rooted to the shower floor.
Instead of using his soaped-up hands to wash all of that molten gold flesh, he opted to the scrunchy she'd squirted her body wash on.
He'd known this was a possibility before he'd opened her bedroom door. Now, here faced with what they'd done, Bella was obviously having second thoughts. Edward wanted to curse his dick as it bobbed, hungry for her delicate grip.
Even knowing Bella stood on the brink of running from the shower, and quite possibly from the bathroom, out of the condo and straight out of his life, he leaned forward his lips brushing the top of her ear. "You are so fucking hot. One of these days, I am going to fuck you in this shower. Hell, it's taking all of my willpower to keep from bending you over."
His husky tone washed through Bella. Her wet spiky lashes fluttered against her cheeks as the familiar strings of want took hold, binding her tight. Every nerve was alive, crackling and popping with awareness.
She wished. She wished he would just fucking do it. Right now, the craving whirling in her belly swam to her core. Her clit pulsed, and her breathing became erratic.
Bella didn't realize her eyes were still closed until something rough brushed against her nipple. The unexpected touch had her eyes popping open. Nervously, and gulping air, she glanced down to see the scrunchy slide across her breast.
She bit her lip to keep from telling him to do it. Instead, she threw a smoldering look over her shoulder, her gaze colliding with his. Releasing a pent-up breath, she murmured, "You're not playing fair."
A spark shot through his eyes and his nostrils flared. Even with his hair plastered to his head, and bare as the day he was born, he whispered back, "That's because I prefer it dirty. Very fucking dirty."
The edge in his voice spoke to the urgency pulsating through his body. She blew a short breath as she shivered. Her abdomen clenched, and the ache beat against the walls of her pussy.
She was just about to turn toward him and give in to this insanity consuming them both. She was going to throw it all in the open, wrap herself around Edward Cullen, and damn whoever said anything negative.
She was. She was right on the ledge of throwing everything out the window. Just as she started to pivot, a knock sounded on the door. "Bella, baby, are you home?"
Edward watched in horror as Bella's eyes grew as wide as saucers. He loved Renee. He really did. She was hands down the best thing that ever happened to his dad but hearing her voice coming through that door, he could've choked her.
Whatever he'd been hoping to build with Bella shot straight through the roof with her mother's voice.
He'd never seen someone move so fast. Bella yanked the door to the shower open and leapt onto the tile. She nearly slipped on the dry tile when Edward reached out to steady her.
"Mom," Bella hollered with a racing heart. Throwing a wild look at him, she placed a finger over her lips with a warning to be quiet. When Edward gave a nod, she grabbed a towel from the rack. "I'm in the shower. I'll be out in a minute."
"Oh well, I will put the coffee on. Come out so we can catch up. Have you seen Edward? Carlisle had to fly back for an emergency, something about a trauma at the E.R... I'm sure he will want to catch up with him at some point."
The mention of Edward's name had panic seizing her. "Ahh … ahhh … we went out last night. But I-I haven't seen him. Maybe he went to the coffee shop."
The whole time she spoke, she stared into Edward's eyes. She saw the disappointment written all over his face. If she were honest with herself, it didn't even match the war raging inside herself. Despite her hesitation, she was not ready for this to end. At the same token, she couldn't see any room for this budding relationship to grow either.
"Oh, okay, honey. I will let you get dressed.
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