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Chapter Five

Bella wants me to tat her. I really fucking want to tat her. But she's hammered, and there's no way I can give her her way. Even if I've been dying to see her pale skin permanently marked with my ink.

Her hand is in mine, and she's leading me up the stairs.Trying to, anyway. She's stumbling on those sexy as fuck heels, that leather skirt tight and hot on her ass, and she's driving me crazy.

Add in those text messages, and I'm about to get on my knees and beg her to fucking suck it. She says what's on her mind, and there's a lot in there. All of it, I really fucking like.

She looks back at me, lifting a finger to her lips, loudly saying, "Shhh," like there's a shit load of people inside the house instead of outside of it. No one's gonna hear her sneaking me into her old bedroom.

But, fuck, does she make me laugh.

She pushes open the door, smiling at me over her shoulder, and I never should have gotten her that first glass of wine. That's my biggest regret tonight - giving that shit to her.

She is seriously hot. Fucking hot. She's also classy and funny, and I've had a thing for her since I moved into town. Even broke up with Vic's ass, just biding my time, waiting for a chance to move in on the sexy girl across the street.

I've never wanted someone so bad in my life.

I close the door behind me, and Bella lets my hand go to stumble to the bed. She sits on her ass and rests back on the palm of her hands, looking a hot mess.

I fucking love it.

"What are you doing all the way over there, boyfriend?"

She makes me want to lose control, but for her sake, I get my shit together and walk slowly toward her until I'm standing above her. Which doesn't help at all. If anything, it makes me want to crawl between her legs and give her what she wants.

"Wait," she blurts, sitting up. "Where's your gun?" Her hand flattens on my stomach, and I grab it, pulling her until she's standing.

"We'll wait until tomorrow, Bells," I say, biting back a smile when she immediately starts shaking her head.

"Edward," she breathes, and it's not meant to be seductive, but it is. "I've been dying since you said the word apadravya. I've seen so much apadravya dick on Google, but none of them are yours. I want to see yours."

"You only want to see it?" I ask, knowing damn well she wants to suck it and fuck it, but kind of wanting to hear her ask for it some more.

She bites her lip, widens her eyes, and nods her lie. "Just a peek," she whispers through a smile. "I'm not really drunk. I didn't have that much wine."

Shaking my head, I gently push her to sit on the bed. "No tat tonight," I say, moving my hands to the button on my pants. She gasps lightly, and I'm rock hard. "And just a look, Bells. No touching."

Not tonight, anyway. Tomorrow, when she's sober, she can do whatever she wants to me. After the tat.

"I won't touch," she promises, moving her hands beneath her thighs to sit on them. "I just really want to see it. Like really want to see it."

She's fucking killing me.

I get my pants unbuttoned and start pushing the zipper down. Her eyes are so focused, I could believe she wasn't drunk - if she wasn't swaying slightly on the bed.

"I'm excited," she says, smiling, eyes still trained on my dick.

"Me too, Bells," I say, and I fucking damn well am. I want to see the look on her face when she finally gets a look at my happyapa. It's going to be torture - the fucking worst - but it'll be worth it.

"What if I just pull them down for you? I'm not drunk. I can do it."

Chuckling, I push my pants down a bit, just enough so I can pull my dick out and give her a peek.

"Oh my God," she whispers, leaning forward, her breath a hot whisper across my swollen head.

Fuck.

"No touching," I remind her, my voice thick.

She nods and licks her lip. "Does my tongue count?"

Laughing, I nod. "It counts, Bells. That'd be worse than your hands."

"Why did you give me the wine?" She asks, finally lifting her eyes to glare at me. "I don't even like wine! I wanted to do more than look, Edward." I shove my dick back in my pants, and she shakes her head. "Don't put it away!"

Still laughing, I pull her into my arms. "You're yelling. Your ma's gonna catch me in your room," I joke, wanting to kiss the hell out of her, but I don't because when I kiss her, she's not going to be drunk on wine and mad that she can't lick my dick.

"Shhh," she hisses, wrapping her arms around my waist. "I didn't take a picture. Jess is going to be so mad."

"Jess isn't gonna see my dick," I say, hugging her. "Only you."

"It's so hot, Edward. I can't wait until tomorrow."

Leaning down, I kiss her cheek then kiss it again before kissing the edge of her mouth, really wanting to taste those lips. "Tomorrow. You've got a date with my dick."

She smiles huge. "And you and your needle have a date with my poor skin."

"It's just a little prick," I tease, pushing her hair out of her face.

"I hope you're talking about the needle."

"I am," I chuckle. "Time for bed, Bells."

"You're sleeping with me in my bed," she says, pushing away and sitting down. She leans down and pulls her shoes off then stands again, reaching behind her back, the sound of a zipper going down. Before I can say a word, that sexy as fuck leather skirt is pooled around her ankles and her shirt is pulled over her head.

"Bells…"

"Can I have your shirt? I want to wear it."

Fuck, her tits are spilling out the top of her bra and her underwear are nearly non-existent. She's killing me.

Yanking my shirt over my head, I immediately pull it down over her head to cover her half naked body. She's a fucking temptress - drunk and all.

She crawls into the bed and under the covers, smiling sleepily at me before closing her eyes. "I like your tattoos," she says. "I can't wait until tomorrow." Thirty seconds later she's out, and I'm standing in the middle of her room with no shirt on and blue balls.

Fuck.

After turning out the light, I crawl into her bed, leaving my jeans on, really fucking regretting giving her that first glass of wine.