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Chapter Twenty

"Sorry for randomly showing up," Edward whispered as I walked towards his shadowy figure.

"No. Don't even worry about it." I looked back at the house, making sure Renee's bedroom light was off. "I'm pretty sure you can stop by whenever you want, right?"

"Nah. I think I'm supposed to give you at least twenty-four hours notice before showing up."

"Isn't that only required if you enter?" Edward chuckled quietly. "The house. Only if you enter the house. Okay. I'm just going to...yeah."

Edward pinched my hip and focused on the two hammocks set up under the only tree in the backyard. "Well, since we're out here we should at least pretend to make sure these were put together correctly." He turned to me, poking my arm. "Right?"

"I guess so."

"Let's start with the hammock you assembled. I'm sure mine is fine."

"Why?" I questioned. "You don't trust my hammock building skills?"

"You were attacked by a bakers rack the other day," Edward deadpanned.

Nudging his shoulder, I said, "And that was my fault?"

He shrugged.

"It was your idea to climb over the cruh..."

"Credenza," he finished.

"I know what it's called."

He shrugged again and I squinted in the dark to see him smiling.

"You're cute when you're mad."

"I'm not mad," I pouted. I was just a little annoyed. Not mad.

"Come on. Lay with me. It'll cheer you up." Edward grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the hammock he had assembled.

With some maneuvering, we were finally settled and lying against one another. It was good and he was warm and my stomach betrayed me and began to flutter.

"It's dark out here, huh?" He breathed warm air on my face, causing me to shiver.

I barely nodded in response.

He tucked my head under his chin. "Tell me everything you did today."

"I didn't do much," I admitted. "Most exciting thing I did all day was go to the grocery store, as you know. Is it always that dead in there?"

"When you go that late at night, yeah." Edward's fingers moved absently over my shoulder. It shouldn't have affected me the way it did. My body instantly moved closer to his.

"It was kind of funny. I was standing in the store and some clerk named Ben startled me and-" Edward stiffened for a moment. "What?"

"You probably shouldn't do that again."

"What?"

"Go to the store that late," he replied, causing me to laugh. "Bella. I'm serious. What was so important, huh?"

"Milk is important." Really, what did he think was going to happen? "Your turn. What'd you do today?"

Edward shifted, pulling my body closer, causing the hammock to sway back and forth.

"Sunday dinner with my family and then I came straight here."

"Why?" I swallowed, thankful he couldn't see my blush in the shadows.

His grip on my waist tightened. "You know why."

"Yeah?"

"You should." Edward lowered his head, lips lightly pecking my shoulder. "Do you think it'd be okay if..." he mumbled into my neck. "I kind of want to kiss you again."

"Kind of?"

I could feel him smile against my neck. "I'm asking you this time."

"You're asking if you can kiss me?" I swallowed hard.

"Yes."

"I don't see why not. You've already done it once. It wouldn't make sense if-"

Edward tilted my chin up and pressed his lips against mine. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just kissing and touching and smiling.

"I'm not sure what you're doing to me," he breathed, pulling away. His fingers crept between the skin on my hip and the waistband of my jeans. "Remember when we were in the tent?"

"As if I could forget."

"It took more restraint than I realized I had to not..take you. Right there." Edward swallowed. It sounded like he was in pain.

"You...want me?"

"Christ. Yes."

"I kind of want you to."

"Kind of?" he asked playfully. "Can I...touch you?"

I nodded, pretty sure what he meant. He was being way too nice and shy and just so Edward about the whole thing.

He brought his free hand between us, rubbing me through my jeans.

I practically came right there.

"You want this? I can feel how wet you are...even through your jeans," he growled and I closed my eyes.

"I do. I do want this."

"Unbutton your jeans," he instructed. "Unzip them." With frantic hands and a slightly swaying hammock, I did as he said. "Do you want me to touch you, Bella?"

"God, yes," I choked out.

"Where?"

I blinked. Then grabbed his hand and slipped it in my jeans.

"Shit. You're warm. So wet..." Edward slipped one finger inside me, and I bit my lip from crying out. "Good?"

"Good."

With my eyes closed, I reached down and unzipped his jeans, reaching inside his boxers to pull out his dick. He was so good and so hard and just...

"Shhhhhit. Bella."

He slipped another finger inside me as I gripped his dick harder. I rubbed my hand down, then up, and over his head of his dick and felt him slightly leak.

"Mmm," I hummed against his lips as he kissed me. "Edward, you-"

"Just...keep..."

"Uh huh," I panted, realizing the hammock was swaying as he bucked his hips harder, faster.

"Bella? You need to come," he said in a hard voice.

Demanding.

Pushing me over the edge.

And I came. Right before he did.

"Edward?" I asked, out of breath. He hummed against my neck in response. "Can I have your phone number?"

He pulled away, giving me a quick kiss and a throaty laugh. "You can have more than that."

A/N: Well *ahem* so...at least the hammock didn't fall apart.