Happy Sunday, y'all!
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"No scorned ex-lovers I need to worry about?"
This is it. This is the moment she confirms I need to die for what I did to Tanya.
I've said this before, but play it fucking cool, Cullen. Actually, this time. Your life depends on it.
"No, I don't think so. I'm a firm believer in 'honesty is the best policy,' so I'm always very upfront if something is just sex to me." There. That ought to convince her I'm not a dog.
"And what about with me? What do you want from me?" Her eyes are pure fire, and I can literally feel them roaming my skin. It burns me, but in a way I welcome. I've been turned on by women lots of times, but never like this. This is new. Different. Exhilarating.
"Well, we're on a date, aren't we? I don't typically date the women I only have sex with." Without my permission, my hand flips over beneath hers, so we're palm to palm. It's so much more intimate this way, and fuck if I don't get goosebumps from the touch.
"So, sex is off the table then?" The tips of her fingers trace over my palm lightly, a soft touch that makes me realize I never knew how sensitive this part of my body could be.
But yes. Sex is off the table.
"Not at all." Fuck, Edward, think with the right head here. Shit. "It's just not all I want."
Well, that part is true, at least. I want a confession. Preferably procured by means of fucking her into submission.
I'm a simple man, really.
"What do you want?" She's taken on a seductive tone, one I've never heard before, and man, does it do things to me. Things I'm not entirely ready to explore.
"Currently, you bent over this table with that pretty dress up around your hips if you keep looking at me, talking to me, and touching me the way you are," my voice is rough with need. We're spiraling quickly, and I'm not sure I can handle it.
Certainly not when her eyes meet mine again, and they're so full of lust, my cock is fighting through the zipper of my jeans, screaming, "Let me at her!"
"But I think we should explore this more, don't you? There's a reason I keep being drawn to you the way I am, and there's a reason you've put up with me and haven't called the cops by now. I think we owe it to ourselves to figure that out."
That's it, Edward. Slowly put both of your monsters back in their cages. It's okay; you can make it through this.
"And we can't figure that out while also giving each other what we need in other departments?" She practically fucking moans the words, pleading with me to take her.
"Patience, sweetheart. We'll get there."
Except we won't.
Once again, my body acts without permission, and I wrap my fingers around hers, pulling her hand to my lips and leaving a soft kiss.
I absolutely resist the urge to lick it like that girl on the date with Joey in friends.
I watch, enraptured, as her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing—moments passing before she speaks again.
"I think you better get me home before we give this whole restaurant a show."
She's right to cut the tension. To bring us back to Earth and make me realize we really are surrounded by other people.
To make me realize I'm getting carried away here.
I know I need to refocus, get back on track with my true reason for being here.
But that doesn't stop me from draping my arm around her shoulder as we leave.
And it doesn't stop my heart from tap dancing when she tucks herself right into my side like she fucking belongs there.
I'm starting to think maybe she does, and that's a dangerous place to be.
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