Okay, I'm no longer withholding the date, part 2!

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Chapter 14:The Body

I compose myself, both hands on the cool worktop in the kitchen, taking a deep breath in and releasing it through my mouth. My cock is hard as fucking titanium, all thanks to Isabella Swan's blistering kissing skills. I'm dying for more, to give her more, but these damned stitches aren't working in my favor.

"I hope you like pasta, because I made enough to keep you here for a week." I can't see her right now, but I hear her throaty chuckle, muttering something about being able to cook, too, and it makes me bite my lip. I think she likes me. She sure kissed me like she likes me.

"Only one week?" she throws back at me. All sorts of scenarios swim around in my dirty mind right now. One week with Dr. Screamer. That would be a best-selling series for sure.

When I'm stirring the sauce with a wooden spoon, she's suddenly beside me. Bella lets out that moan again when she hangs over the stove—the one that makes my spine tingle and my cock ache for attention.

"Let's start with one night. Maybe you'll be running to the hills by the time I serve dessert," I tell her slyly. Bella just arches one eyebrow my way, brown eyes sparkling.

"I'd never dare pass up dessert. Especially not if you're the one serving it," she shoots back at me. Angel's biting her lip, no doubt thinking about our kiss. I am, too, and I lean in closer until I see nothing but silky brown locks, smell nothing but her delectable perfume.

She lifts her chin, eyes big and bright and so fucking innocent it makes me groan when she touches my chest. "I mean… who could say no to you, Edward?"

Her voice is husky and low, and I feel trapped in my desire for her. I've got a raging hard-on in my pants, this bombshell within reach, her tits against my chest with every breath she takes, and these motherfucking cockblocking stitches throbbing in my thigh and lower abdomen.

"I, uh…" I start, licking my lips before she stretches up on her tiptoes in her sexy heels. Bella angles her head, and I'm lost. Our mouths crash together like they're never meant to be apart. I kiss her hard, more aggressively this time, her breathy moans reverberating through my entire body. My hands are on her waist, sliding up under her soft shirt until my fingertips meet slinky lace.

"Shit," I breathe when she palms my cock, the contact almost too fucking much. "Angel, don't," I mutter quietly. I can't believe I'm refusing this, but I want to do this right. We've had sex—virtually—and I need to do this for us. This date needs to go well before I even lay a hand on her, before I explore her perfect little body. I owe it to myself—to her, too.

"You need to stop doing that if you want to actually have dinner—and if you want me to be a decent doctor." Bella smiles. She chuckles and touches her lips when I pull myself away from her, stroking her bare back with my thumbs.

"I'm not doing anything, I swear," I answer.

"Then I can't be held accountable for what happens when you do try… fuck," she mutters. Her cheeks are flushed an adorable shade of pink that compliments her complexion. I wonder how low her blush reaches, if it fans out over her tits, if the color matches her nipples. Sure, I've seen her come—on screen. But that's never the same. It was her own doing, and I need to see her fall apart at my touch—at my hands, by my mouth, impaled on my cock.

"Please tell me to be good, doctor. I need you to hold me back, or I'll fucking have you for dinner, dessert and even breakfast." My voice is low, eyes narrowed as I watch her. She's not going to be much help. She's a feisty, hot woman with an incredible sex drive that somehow matches mine. If these stitches weren't here, god knows I'd have had her on every fucking surface in my house tonight.

"Shit, I know you shouldn't, but I wish we could." She laughs and then lets out a heartfelt groan that mirrors my own frustration. "Okay," she says, composing herself. "Plates? Let me help you."

*TPATB*

By the time I'm filling up both our plates, I'm actually hungry for more than just Isabella Swan. We joked around and listened to music while the sauce simmered and the noodles cooked. Turns out Angel has stellar taste in music; her playlist is impressive.

"Thank you." She smiles widely when I set down her plate, her hands at the edges as her cute little nose scrunches up when she takes another whiff. "Damn, this smells so good. I bet it's delicious."

"Not to brag, or anything, but I do have some experience," I tell her.

Her brows furrow, but her frown melts away when she takes a first bite. "God fucking hell… wow," she utters. "Is there anything you can't do?"

I let out a laugh, feeling my stitches pull when I do. "I cannot iron a shirt for the life of me."

"It's a good thing your job requires you to be naked, then," she jokes.

"Touché." I chuckle. "But it's also how accidents happen, you know… Naked, vulnerable…"

"About that, yeah… How did you end up at my ER?" Bella asks.

I swallow a mouthful of pasta before I help us to a nice glass of wine. "I was filming here when it started raining glass. Proof that I cannot have my best friend take care of anything by himself. Especially not when he's pining after his girl."

"Oh, man… that's horrible… but you know, it could have been so much worse." Bella giggles before she twirls her fork into the spaghetti, and I'm hypnotized by the way the fork slides back out from between her lips.

"Sorry, what?" I wonder. "Worse?"

"Uh huh," she starts. "Imagine the glass cutting your cock. Now that would be a disaster…" Just hearing her say the word cock makes me want to throw her onto the table and show her pussy you don't just make jokes about shards of glass and my penis in the same sentence.

"I know… you'd never know how I feel inside your pussy."

Bella coughs as she almost chokes on her food. Mission accomplished.

"Exactly… just like you'd never know how hot and wet my mouth feels around it…"

Damn, Angel knows how to play this game. She watches me as she licks some marinara sauce off her thumb, sucking it while she blinks slowly and moans around her finger. I adjust myself in my jeans, wincing as the elastic waist of my boxers hits my piercing.

We continue eating after that, having some laughs as Bella tells me about the awkward shit she runs into every day at work. She's a hard worker, having early as fuck shifts before she has a few days off. I admire her work ethic, the way her eyes gleam as she talks about her friends at the hospital, medicine, and her time in med school.

"So, Lauren was the blonde nurse?" I ask.

"Yeah, the hot blonde with the great rack and the million-dollar smile. If she wasn't my best friend, I'd fucking marry her," Bella jokes.

It's probably a little early to have this kind of conversation since this is our first date, but I want to be honest with her. I need her to be honest with me, too. "Are you into girls?" I ask, shoving my plate aside. "I mean, you don't have to answer anything I ask you, but I just wanna know since you already know everything about my sexuality." I chuckle, lightening the mood.

"I don't know anything about you, Edward… for all I know, you're miles away from being the person you are on screen." She shrugs.

"I've always been myself with you, so you do know me, Angel." I smile. "So yeah, I'm not acting at all. What I do on screen is what I do in real life. It's what I like; fucking love. I'm a pansexual, so whether it's girls, guys, anything in between… I don't care."

"Yeah, it's all about attraction. I get that. There's just something special about girls, I can't explain it." She turns a little red in the face, and as I imagine Bella eating pussy, I'm sure I'm blushing as well.

"You have no idea how few people get it, though. I can't tell you how many times someone called me a greedy bastard—that I should take a fucking side, as if sexuality is something you choose." I roll my eyes, impressed by the fact that I can hold a serious conversation about sex, genders and sexual orientation with her on the first date. Then again, she's a doctor. She's got brains, as well as beauty. "There's just something beautiful about everything," I continue. Once the sexuality topic is started, it's hard to keep me quiet. "Guys are so much different. The sex is so primal, bodies so hard and ragged while they can be so fucking soft. They know how to work a cock; it's worlds apart from women."

"Yeah, women are the complete opposite, it's wild!" Bella goes on. She licks her lips before taking a sip of wine. "I had one steady girlfriend through my first year in pre-med. She was beautiful… big tits, luscious ass, doll face type girl that makes you want to handle her like porcelain, but when the doors closed? Shit." She giggles, reminiscing. "So fucking rough, the concierge of our student housing place called the cops on us once."

"Damn, I know girls like that… They look so fucking sweet until you're alone with them. Makes them all the dirtier in bed."

"Especially the rich ones," Bella goes on.

"Shit, of course. The rich, proper ones are the fucking worst," I agree.

"So," she breathes. "We were talking about colleagues, and you managed to get me to talk about Leah. How the fuck do you do that?" she wonders, eyes narrowing as she gets up, takes my plate and walks away to the kitchen. Shit, I hope I didn't hit a nerve.

I walk up behind her with the paper placemats and napkins I picked up off the table. I toss it all in the trash before I put a hand on Bella's shoulder.

"I'm sorry about bringing that up if it hurts to talk about."

"Ah, no. Not at all!" She turns around, hands stuffed in the pockets of her sinfully tight jeans. "It's just making me think about the fact that I haven't had a steady person in my life since then." She shrugs again. "I just wonder if I should've done things differently."

"Mm, the ever-present question. The what-ifs that haunt us when we can't sleep at night." I sigh and stand next to her, mirroring her position as I lean against the counter.

"You ever want to do something else in life? Like… how did you end up doing porn?" She asks the question everyone avoids, especially people I go on dates with. And I know Bella doesn't ask because she wants me to change. Fuck, she met me through porn. She's fine with it from what I can tell. This woman is a godsend. It's like she's fucking made for me.

"Come sit down, this is a wine and couch kinda conversation."

"You don't have to tell me, I'm sorry," she says.

"No, it's okay. Don't apologize. I'd love to tell you." She surprises me by grabbing my hand when I walk over to my living room, tucking her body close to me when she sits down.

"After I left for college, I realized it wasn't for me. I hated the classes; the workload was high, and the results were minimal. I wanted to go to culinary school—but I didn't have the funds. So, a friend of mine dated this girl from the Valley. She was dressed to kill: all the designers, every day. They went on holiday, lavish parties… you name it, and Stephanie had done it. Total babe, too. I talked to her one night at one of those parties, and she told me she did porn." I take a deep breath as Bella just watches me, lashes almost brushing her cheeks when she blinks.

"So, you were in college back then?" she asks.

"Yeah, but I was ready to drop out even though I got in on a scholarship. Which I did, after Steph introduced me to her favorite producer. Once I stepped one foot inside his studio, I knew I wanted to do that. My first ever scene was with Steph, too. We even dated for a little bit before she moved to Canada and left the scene to start her own production company."

"Oh wow," Bella breathes. "So, porn saved your soul?"

"Kinda, yeah. I've always been a very creative person, and I knew that just getting a mind-numbing degree that forced me into a cubicle for the rest of my days would make me feel miserable in the long haul."

"I love that for you." She smiles. It's pure, it's genuine, and I fucking kiss her. I can't help myself any longer. This woman is pure passion wrapped up in beautiful packaging, and she fucking gets me.

We make out like teens, and I devour every inch of bare skin I can find. I leave juvenile hickeys on her neck, and she makes me groan as she slips her fingers in between the buttons on my fly, fumbling with my hard cock through them.

"Fuck," she gasps when I unbutton her blouse and kiss her until my lips meet the cups of her lace bra. It's black and luxurious and pushes her tits up so fucking well I growl at the sight of her.

"Mm, Angel," I breathe against her hot skin. She arches her back, pushing her chest into my face, and it makes me smile like a fucking kid in a candy store. I let my tongue slide underneath the lace cups, tugging gently with my other hand until I find her nipple. Hard as fucking glass, ready for my mouth—so I take it, lick around her nipple slowly before sinking my teeth into it. Bella hisses and lets out a moan that makes me want to do it a thousand more times. That's until she pushes me off her and readjusts her bra before she lets the silky material of her shirt drop to my living room floor. Dressed in nothing but black jeans and a lace bra, she licks my neck—fingernails dragging over my chest, tracing the lines of my tattoos—before she reaches my belt. I want to pull her on top of me; I need to fuck her senseless and hard before we collapse on the couch together smelling like each other.

"Come here. Fuck," I mutter before my lips find hers again. She keeps fumbling with my belt until it's undone and moves down to the buttons. I try to help out, to do the same to her when I make a wrong move and my blood runs cold.

"Fucking hell," I hiss, holding my thigh. Bella looks at me, eyes all worried before they darken again, accompanied with a sly grin.

"Why don't I make you feel a little better, huh? You know, Edward, endorphins numb pain. And I don't know if you've heard, but orgasms give you a fuckton of endorphins." She's palming my cock again, having undone my button-fly, caressing me through my boxers until my hips buck against her hand on instinct. It feels so fucking good. How can this feel so fucking good? I throw my head back against the couch, giving in to my lust—to her.

"Angel," I mutter when her hands slip underneath the waistband of my boxers.

She bites her lip as she stares at my cock before looking back at me. "Fuck my throat, Edward," she whispers, biting my bottom lip before kissing me like her life depends on it.

Mhmm... I had to tame them a bit. Stitches are b!tches, right?