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Chapter Forty-Five

"That was delicious," I said, finally full and just happy.

"You sound surprised."

I moved from my spot on the floor and crawled to sit in his lap. "You look surprised."

Edward shrugged. "What do you suggest I make next month?" he asked, leaning his head against the couch.

I absentmindedly wove my fingers through his hair. "Hm. You don't have to make me something every time I pay you, Edward."

He playfully slapped the side of my thigh. "Let me feed you."

"So, is this just about me or would you cook dinner for whoever else was renting the house?"

"Hell no." He lifted his head and laughed. "This is just about you." His mouth was on my earlobe and he breathed, "Can you stay here tonight or are you going home?"

"I can, uh." I cleared my throat. "I can stay here. If you want me to."

"I always want you," Edward mumbled and rubbed his hands over my thighs.

"I'll help you clean the kitchen." I kissed his mouth and stood, leaving him sitting on the floor. He looked up at me and narrowed his eyes, obviously pouting. "Come on."

Edward and I moved around the kitchen, bumping into each other on purpose as we cleaned and washed the dishes.

I was busy loading the dishwasher when Edward said, "Hey, what do you think about this?"

I looked up to see what he was talking about and was immediately sprayed in the face with water.

"Wha-"

Edward crossed his arms and smiled. "You have to admit that was a really good shot."

"You're going to pay for this!" I yelled through laughter and closed the dishwasher.

"Pay for what?" Edward asked, spraying me for a good five seconds to keep me away. "It seemed like you were getting all worked up in the living room. I'm just trying to cool you down."

"Well, that was your fault!" I half laughed, half screamed.

He sprayed me again.

I was drenched.

I was breathless.

I still wanted him.

Somehow reading my mind, his amusement turned to smugness.

"Put the sprayer down. Just don't make any sudden movements..." I said slowly, backing away from him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Me and my wet self are going to dry off in your bed. Hope you enjoy sleeping on wet sheets tonight," I said quickly before making a dash to the bedroom.

"Oh, no you don't," Edward yelled, running after me. "You're staying here, anyway. If you do this, you'll be forced to sleep on wet sheets as well."

I jumped and rolled to his side of the bed. I sat up with my knees under me and laughed as he slowly crawled onto the bed.

"Looks like I'm going to have to get you out of these wet clothes," Edward said with a smirk, tugging at the hem of my shirt.

"You planned this, didn't you?"

"I don't plan anything. It just worked in my favor," he admitted smugly.

"Hm." I was quiet for a moment as we sat across from each other, catching our breath.

Edward leaned over and grabbed my face to kiss me. I deepened it, bringing my hands to his chest and neck and pulling him closer.

He pulled back and kept our foreheads together. "You're not really leaving, are you?"

I shook my head. "No." It came out more as a breath than anything.

Edward kissed me again, softer this time. Then he kissed my cheek.

The spot behind my ear.

My neck.

Further down.

"You want to take this off?" he asked quietly, tugging on my shirt. I pulled it over my head faster than he could blink. He laughed quietly and stared at my chest.

And then he brought his mouth to my collarbone, grabbing my breasts with both hands. I squirmed around to get situated, lying on my back to let him rest between my legs.

"Mm," he hummed. "You know I care about you so much," he whispered against my skin, never breaking eye contact.

I tried to nod.

"You know that I want you," he admitted.

"I want you, too."

Edward kissed his way down my stomach. "You have me."

He stopped when he reached my jeans, eying them

So I slowly unbuttoned them and he helped pull them off. He grabbed the back collar of hit shirt, easily pulling it off in one swift move. His body was hard and his shoulders were broad and I couldn't stop staring long enough to realize he couldn't stop staring at me. He whispered something so quiet before unbuttoning his jeans and tossing them to the floor.

"You look cute in your boxers," I said as he groaned.

"Cute? Really, Bella?" he asked flatly.

"What? It's true. With your hair all...and then you're just-"

"Cute?"

"Well, cute in a sexy way, you know?"

"Yeah," he stared me down. "I do know."

I laughed a little more before his hand rested on my stomach, tracing the beauty marks on my skin. His lips found mine and began working their way down my body again, but this time he didn't stop at my stomach.

"Can I take these off?" he asked in a strained voice and I nodded before he pulled my underwear down my shaking legs. "And then..." he started kissing every inch of my body.

His stubble made my body pebble as he focused on the inside of my thigh, the spot right by my hip, everywhere except the one spot where I was burning. My hips lifted on their own and he used his hand to push me back on the bed.

"You're ready," he hissed and I groaned.

Edward slipped two fingers inside me and I gasped at the contact.

"You don't know," he rasped, "how beautiful," and rubbed my clit, "you are."

I moaned.

Clawed at the sheets.

Then felt his breath on my inner thigh before he brought his mouth to my clit.

"Oh, shit," I breathed.

Edward laughed against my skin, humming and moaning, as he licked and flicked and pushed, pushed me over the edge.

I grabbed his hair as my vision started to go blurry.

"That's it. Let me make you feel good, Bella," he hummed again making me spiral out of control, never once stopping his tongue as I pushed my hips to meet his mouth.

I screamed his name and started to come down, closing my eyes and focusing on my breath.

Edward's warm breath was suddenly on my stomach and I peeked to look down at him.

"Hi." He grinned, kissing his way up to me.

"Oh, that was...that was..."

Edward shushed me and positioned himself between my legs, just laying there while I breathed. He nipped at my neck while I slowly traced patterns on his shoulders and back.

"I want...you," I admitted against his shoulder.

He pulled back and smiled slowly. "Yeah? Are you sure?"

"I care about you, too. And...it feels right. We're right."

Edward kissed me and pushed the hair out of my face.

"I'll be right back," he said, disappearing into the bathroom.

He returned and pulled off his boxers before sitting on the bed. I unhooked my bra and he eye-crinkle smiled. Edward rolled the condom on and I watch with wide eyes because...yeah.

Huge.

I bit my lip and he hovered over my body, keeping his weight on his forearms.

"I've wanted this for a long time," he said, letting the tip of his head rub up and down.

"Me too," I gasped, waiting.

Waiting.

And then he slipped, pushed inside me with a groan.

I cried out and he pulled back out before slowly entering again.

"Holy..." he rasped, dropping his forearms. "You feel so good."

"I know. I know," I repeated, not even knowing what the hell I was saying.

He dropped his head and brought my breast to his mouth, picking up his speed.

"I'm not gonna-" he stopped. "Here." Edward pulled out and laid on his back, motioning for me to get on top. "Come here."

Straddling him, I hovered and let my hair cover his face and chest. I slid down on him and almost cried out.

"Too good," he breathed. "Bella. Bella..."

He reached up and grabbed my neck as I slid up and down, wanting to cry.

"You're too good to me," I breathed as he sat up, keeping himself inside me.

"You deserve-" he closed his eyes and moved his hips as I rode him. "Everything."

I watched his face, his beautiful face as he frowned and groaned and moved closer to kiss my chest.

"I need you," I declared.

"You have me," he pushed, faster, harder.

His hand was between us, rubbing my clit and I felt my orgasm bubbling up. He moved closer and I bit down on his shoulder.

"You gotta stay with me," Edward suddenly blurted out.

"Wha-"

"Say you'll stay with me. You can't leave," he grunted and I felt him pulsing inside me.

"I'll stay," I said as my orgasm approached.

We sat there for a few minutes.

Not moving.

Just breathing.

And it hit me.

For the first time in my life, I was in love.

Not with a cheesecake or a really juicy hamburger.

But in love with a man who possibly loved me back and tried so hard to show that he cared and wanted to take care of me.

It was the calm before the storm.

I was too in love to notice.

A/N: Before anyone complains about them moving too fast, I'll link the recipe for the lasagna & then let you get back to me. Thank you for reading.