Lemon ahead*
- Chapter Number 11 -
My eyes water the second I see our table. Thought and planning had gone into each inch of this dinner date.
Our table rests on the sand, only a few short strides from where the waves finish their crash. There were candles resting on the floor around us, rose petals scattered too. On the table tea light candles and a low vase with flowers. Cushions and blankets are placed around the edges so that we can dine seated on the sand.
The table is set with plates, cutlery and wine glasses. Dinner with the most spectacular views (the ocean and my now fake-ish boyfriend)
"Holy cow," I whisper in shock.
"I wanted the best for my fake girlfriend and real date," he helps me to sit on the blankets.
I scan the scene before me in an amazement. Waves beat the evening shore, adding a romantic ambiance to our date.
I kick off my shoes so I can enjoy the feel of the sea air on them.
He takes his seat right beside me, his hand immediately going to my back, rubbing affectionately as I continue to marvel what's before me.
Rose had nudged me excitedly as Edward appeared from the room before we left. He'd worn a pair of light blue chunk pants and a button up shirt.
"Eat that tonight," she whispered to me, "literally eat it all up. I'll leave condoms in your room."
I'd given her a rude gesture with my fingers.
"You look stunning tonight," he smiles at me, "breathtakingly beautiful."
Navy and flowy, I'd selected a strapless maxi dress which flowed around my legs. I'm sitting with my legs in a side sit position, so I can lean into him when I can't resist the urge to touch him.
"Thanks," I tuck a curl behind my ear and lean forward slightly into his side, "you know this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me."
"Then I only have myself to beat next time," he speaks with promise.
The wine is bubbly on my tongue and the food we eat is delicious. Braised meat, roast vegetables and a dessert we share to finish it all off.
"Have you died and gone to food heaven too?" He asks, leaning back slightly on his palms.
"I'm pregnant with a food baby," I laugh.
"That should shut your mother up," he jokes.
"You really are an incredible person," I say, "all of this for a girl you just met."
"You're more than that and you know it," he sits up leaning into me, placing a hand on my hip, "you know there's something here. A spark and I personally cannot help but fan the flames."
"I can feel a spark," My eyes find his, "it's growing stronger each second we're together. Even when we're apart."
"What I told you by the pool about my past. I expected it to scare you off. You deserve a man with a squeaky clean past and no threat of hurting you," he says, "but you held your ground and you're giving me a shot. I didn't think I deserved any more second chances."
"It's not a chance," I shake my head, "it's a new start. Don't ever compare this to what went before."
"You're right," he nods, "you're so incredibly right."
"I know I am," a smile tugs at my lips.
"Okay little miss cocky," his smile is euphoric, it takes over his face.
I'm so busy admiring how it lights up his eyes that I miss the cue he gave me. The moment he darted, putting his arms around me and pulling me down with him. He lies against a cushion, my body atop of his. My arms fold onto his chest as his hand holds me to him, stroking lazy patterns on my lower back.
"How do we make this work?" I whisper.
"What?" He asks.
"You'll jet off eventually right? How long will I have to miss you for?" I ask.
"You can always come with me from time to time. But I can be by your side at a moments notice. We can FaceTime and text at all hours," he says, "I'll always pick up for you. Besides, I really want to spend more time in New York. I want to slow down and support Emmett's dreams a bit more. I have an office space downtown I could base myself at."
"I could come visit you for lunch," It's a thought I speak out loud.
"I'd love that," he covers my hand on his chest with his own.
"Thank you for doing this tonight. For being here with me," I say, "it's been magical because of you."
"It's been magical to be with you," he lifts my hand from his chest to place a soft kiss against my knuckles, "it makes me excited to see what other adventures we'll see in our future."
"I'd love a movie on the couch," I say, "we can snuggle and eat popcorn."
"You're such a hopeless romantic," he teases.
"You set up a picnic dinner on a Hawaii beach," I smack his chest playfully, "I don't think you get to point fingers."
"This is nothing," he tries to keep his tone casual, but it's just humorous.
"I'd hate to see what level 100 Edward looks like if that's the case," I press tighter into his chest, laying across the top of him.
"Oh level 100 Edward is so on the way to you," he cups my face with his hand, "when we get home level 100 Edward will be coming out to play with you so often you'll think this was a McDonald's date."
"You're going to spoil me with your millionaire dollars?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Billionaire," he corrects.
"Know that I'm not here because of that. I'd hate you thinking I'm ever taking advantage," I shake my head.
"I don't think that at all. I've met so many women that show interest because of that. I can tell the difference," he reassures me.
"Good," I whisper.
"You know when you do that it drives me absolutely wild," his thumb lightly edges it's way across my lips, plucking my bottom lip from my teeth, "biting your lip when you look at me is officially illegal. I'm making it so."
"What's the punishment if I'm found breaking your law?" the tension is at boiling point.
"You really want to know?" he glances down between us, eyes trained on my chest pressed against us, his hand finally slipping to my behind.
"Tell me," I encourage.
"Is it a line you're willing to cross?" he checks.
Always the gentleman.
"Yep," I pop the 'P' loudly with my lips, a cheeky grin spreading across my face.
When he strikes there's no time to even think or anticipate it. He pushes me back onto the blanket below us, mouth crashing to mine. Like a caged big cat he springs at me.
His kiss is passionate and fierce, hungry for me. I find myself moaning as his tongue brushes mine, resuming our make out session from the boat. Only at a much heightened level of bliss. Hands that have been shy up until now brush down my body, exploring uncharted territory.
My fingers reach into the maze of his hair, holding him to me. He pulls back from my mouth pouncing on my neck. Open mouth kisses down my delicate skin, nips and suckles in between. Eyes rolling back I try my best to keep a hold of him. God we were only kissing - I didn't want to imagine what would happen when we got to the point of you know what.
"Fuck you're so so beautiful to me," he whispers, "it's actually ridiculous to me how one person can legally walk around and be so god damn fucking stunning."
His hands slip up under the hem of my dress, brushing my thigh.
"You make me stop what I'm doing the second you walk into a room. You make me want to be better than I am simply by smiling at me," he moves to hover over me, "there's nothing fake about this. It's real and so is every single thing I feel for you."
"Feel for me?" I whisper, trying to focus.
That hand has inched higher, tugging my dress up with it.
"Feelings yes," he smiles down at me, "I have feelings for you. Everyday they grow deeper for you."
"You haven't even seen me naked," I spit out.
His head tilts back slightly as he laughs loudly, enthused by my outburst. Smiling I move my hands to cradle his neck, a finger playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"I don't need to," he shakes his head, "you're so powerful and extraordinarily fully clothed. Dare I say sexy and an extreme turn on."
"So you don't need to see me naked?" I offer.
"Hey now," his hand meets the flesh of my ass, dug between me and the blanket beneath us, he gives me a firm squeeze.
I gasp loudly, my hands flying to grip his biceps for fear losing any left over strength I may have.
"I don't think I said that," he says, "I think naked there's lots of fun things we could do together."
"I agree," I smile, "I think naked could look good on us."
His mouth quickly presses to mine again, this time there's less need. More sensual and sweet his lips move against mine while that hand travels once more. He tugs my dress up around my hips, ignoring the fact we're right out in the open. Anyone could walk past - but it makes it all the more exciting.
"Oh god," I whisper as his mouth returns to business against my neck.
"I believe it's Edward, babe," he teases, hand brushing the elastic of my panties at my stomach.
I'm thankful Rosalie insisted I wear the sexy ones.
"No it's God. You are a God," I moan out as his mouth travels down my chest, his fingers sending sparks of their own as they dip into my panties.
"If you want me to stop at anytime say the wo-"
"Don't you dare," I grunt out.
With an amused chortle he gives me exactly what I want. His hand meets my heat, slowly but still in a way that melts the earth surrounding us.
My eyes roll so far back I think I see my brain. His delicate fingers rub where I'm most swollen, playing me like an instrument. Moans that have waited to be free, seep out of me. Only becoming louder as he slides a finger inside of me.
"Oh that feels so good," I encourage, looking up into his eyes, "you are incredible."
"I want to make you feel good," he leans down kissing me quickly, "you're so fucking wet Bella I can barely think straight. My fingers might feel good but I swear once I'm inside you…"
He trails off adding another finger to the pleasurable fun, beginning to pump to prove his point. It'll feel good is what he is trying to say. Which seems impossible because this feels pretty fucking brilliant.
My hips try to meet him, but it's just a mess of bucking and arching my back.
His mouth is so dirty. He growls out filthy sweet nothings and spicy pillow talk that has me blushing. Good god I had no idea he had it in him.
The layers of this man peeling back before my eyes. He wasn't just some rich guy in a suit. He was so much more.
"That's it Bella. Fuck my hand," he encourages.
This man said his favourite position was sitting in his lap. He'd lied. He was Christian fucking Grey.
I want to scowl at him. Accuse him of really burying the lead with his sexual prowess. But instead I'm gasping for air and thanking fate for it.
Nothing had ever come close to feeling so exquisite.
"I'm going… if you… your fingers are fucking curli… fuck," I stumble out between moans.
Breathing becomes heavier and above us the stars turn blurry.
"Come for me, my treasure," he practically commands it.
Part of me wants to refuse just to see what he will do to me.
But it's a thought I'm unable to test because once again he curls those damn fingers into my g-spot. The only man on earth who likely knows where it is… I reward him.
Violently I climax, throwing my head back, letting out a breathless groan. My fingers curl, toes dig into the blanket as I ride my wave of bliss.
When he removes his fingers, I watch in awe as he keeps his eyes on me. Burning deep into my soul with his gaze. He puts his hand into his mouth before crookedly grinning down at me. He knows exactly what he is doing here. I've been his prey this whole time.
"Next time I want to make you do that with my tongue," he kisses my jaw as I pant beneath him, "the thought of you squeezing your thighs around my head as you do that. Baby, you have no idea the things I'm going to do to you. What you've just started tonight is a fire and there's no putting it out."
I'm stunned. But I managed to break through some sort of words.
"Who the fuck are you? You said you were the slow and intimate guy," my voice cracks, desperate to hear more.
"You wanted a fake boyfriend," he smirks, "if I told you I was going to pound you into next Tuesday would you introduce me to your mother?"
"I suppose not," I brush a hand through his hair, enjoying him still hovering over me, "this was an excellent third date in the middle of our second date."
"It was, wasn't it?" He smiles.
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