Chapter Fifteen
Bella sat stunned in the middle of her master bedroom, staring at her phone. Her sketch of Edward's nicely muscled arms and back paled in comparison to the high-quality photo. Many wouldn't know it was him from first glance. Fans would know what he looked like shirtless, and that he had seven moles starting from the middle of his broad shoulders, continuing halfway down to his lower back to form a familiar constellation. Some of his hard-core fans were known to study all footage available to the public, frame-by-frame to make such discoveries.
Edward had never shown his entire naked ass on screen, only a side view. The picture he sent cut off an inch or so under his back dimples where his ass started to curve. The man had a small cluster of freckles on the top of his right cheek, almost shaped like a heart or strawberry. She couldn't help but giggle, trying not to sigh at the sight.
"You have it bad," she whispered to herself, her fingers fluttering over her chest. The moment she set her eyes on the photo, she'd gone back in her shower to take care of the sudden ache she had between her thighs. The man had the ability to elicit such a reaction from miles away, with a simple text and semi-NSFW photo. She shared racier images with her followers, but still, his had the ability to send such glorious heat through her blood.
It had been over forty-five minutes since she'd last heard from him, and she had yet to respond to his picture. What could she say? Come over and have your wicked way with me, please. The idea had merit, but she quickly shook away the thought. She had to be stronger, but fuck, it was hard. Literally.
She wasn't a saint, as some of her damn family loved to complain about every time she was near them. Less than a handful of serious relationships, and at least twice as many lovers, but she wouldn't call herself promiscuous. She didn't need sex all the freaking time, and she had gone longer than a few months without it—way longer. Was that the reason she was willing to throw away the promises she made herself? Had it been too long?
She looked back at the picture Edward sent her. No, it was Edward and the amazing chemistry they had; the kind of volatile mixture ready to explode at a moment's notice. When it finally was the right time, she'd have to have the fire department on standby, just in case. Still, she had to do something before they both lost their minds.
Her wayward thoughts were not helping. She needed to find a way to see Edward; she had to insist on the fitting. She also needed to talk to him about another costume in case someone figured out that he was under the Winter Soldier one after the first day. She was determined to not let it slip that she was working on something for him to anyone; not her employees, best friends, or family. Other than Jake, Rosalie, and Emmett, no one else knew.
She dressed as quickly as possible, firing off a text while she slipped her hair into a messy updo, several tendrils escaping her fingers. As she started to hop around one foot, slipping into a pair of her cute wedges, her phone started to play The Winter Soldier's entrance score. She ran over to the phone, but played it cool for a few moments, so not to seem like she was waiting for his response.
"Oh, who gives a fuck," she said, answering breathlessly with his name.
"Hmm, the way you just said my name might be my favorite."
"You want to go there, Cullen," she whispered, her voice slightly breathier. "Trust me, you'll love all the other ways I'll say your name much more." Her eyes closed at the sound of him cursing roughly, her name following soon after. "Except when I'm pissed," she added.
"I'd probably still love it." His throat cleared. "I called to tell you, you can't come over."
"Oh." Even she heard the disappointment in her voice. "The paps are rabid as usual, I'm guessing."
"Yeah, I'm really fucking sorry. They're circling and Aro, my neighbor, said he had to try to shoot down another drone. It's such a pain in the ass, but until this shit with Vicky dies down and they get bored, it'll be hard for me to leave."
"I understand, Edward. It's just now I'll have to continue without this second fitting and I'm worried. What if you gained a few pounds?"
"Yeah, in his pants," Jake cackled in the background.
"Shut up, asshole," Edward hissed. "What are you twelve?"
"Where are you?" She listened closely, detecting a familiar sound. One she heard right outside at that very moment; her neighbor was trimming his trees in his backyard. Her feet were way ahead of her, sprinting down the hall toward the front door. The door flung open to find Edward fucking Cullen smirking down at her. Jake waved at her from behind him, winking. She grabbed the man of her dreams as of late by the strings of his hoodie, tugging him inside. "Thank you, Jake. Bye!"
The door slammed closed and Edward grunted as his back hit the solid wood. "Bella," he whispered, making her whimper. She heard the clatter of their phones falling on the wood floor and didn't give a fuck.
"Oh God, you're here and so soon after that picture." Bella tried to control herself, but she couldn't as their lips met. Soft full lips, tugging and teasing, hinting of things to come. Her fingers flung back the hood of his jacket, her other hand working its way through his hair. There was no mistaking the desire in his kiss, in the way he demanded her full attention with the gentle graze of his teeth and tongue. She pulled back to breathe, unable to look away from his darkened gaze. "Tell me to stop and I will, but only if you're not ready. And not because you think I'll regret it, because I won't." He didn't say a word, but he groaned into another kiss, protesting when she pulled away.
"We promised –" His brow furrowed, his fingers digging tightly on her hips.
"Not to fuck," she whispered, dropping to her knees. She looked up at him, watching him pant and rake his long fingers through his hair. "Edward."
"Fuck yes, please," he whispered, watching her intensely. She kept the connection through their mutually heated gazes as the zipper of his dark jeans parted under her guiding fingers. "Bella, Bella, Bella." He was so lost in her eyes, his head hitting the door harder than he intended. She laughed softly, his hips jerking at the feel of her warmth breath against him, his hand cupping the back of her head. "Bella." This time it was a groan, his eyes closing as she took him in her hand. Hard as steel and feeling hotter than her own skin, she gripped tightly and took him in her mouth.
Edward wasn't prepared for the sheer pleasure and heat of her. She didn't tease or play with him; she took every inch of him the first time and every time, working him slowly, building speed. And he was missing it—the look in her eyes, the image of her lips stretched around him.
"Oh fuck," he grunted, as her free hand slipped into his boxers to tease him in another way. Then she stopped, her mouth still wrapped tightly around him, but she had stilled. It was harder to open his eyes than he thought, heavy with spellbinding desire. "If I look at you, I'll embarrass myself." The soft quick puffs of her laugh made him groan out loud.
"Edward," she murmured, surprising him since her mouth was full. He looked down, cursing at the mere sight of her soft pink lips wrapped around him. The second their eyes met, she slipped him in deep, tugged on his balls, and fucking hummed until he came down her throat with a shout of her name and a promise to marry her tomorrow if she did it this every day for the rest of their lives.
He helped her to her feet, too incoherent to say anything other than her name. She wrapped her arms around him, whispering something he couldn't quite catch. "What did you say?"
"I thought I'd get that out of the way, there's no room for that thing, when you're hard, in the pants I made for you." She looked up at him, unapologetic and just fucking adorable and carefree. Laughing, he pulled her tight against his chest. "Hey, hey now, don't start rubbing up against me."
His lips sucked lightly on her exposed neck, loving the smooth feel of her skin fresh out of a shower. "It's your turn."
She pulled away, walking backward and pulling him along. "No need. I came, too."
"Fuck me."
She laughed all the way to the studio, smiling at him brighter than any marquee with his name up in lights. He was quickly learning, she lit him up, too.
AN: Damn these two. I'm swear if it were up to me, they'd already be at Comic Con getting their geek on, but no. These two do all the thinking for me, they're the ones writing this fic. Thanks to my love and partner in crime kyla713 for her help cleaning this fic up. My sweet Krystel, aka MyOnlyHeroin, for whom I'm writing this for, wrote me a birthday fic, too! It's so sweet, check it out. It's called As Leaves Fall. Okay, I swear the fitting will be in the next chapter *glares at a necking E/B* and then a time jump to the first day of Comic Con.