Sorry for the missed update yesterday! Time really just got away from me. But that means that today you get two, and tomorrow you'll get two as well because the BPOV bonus chapter is number 63!
Things are heating up. I kinda left yall high and dry there, huh? ;)
Hope you enjoy what's coming up!
Thanks to Frannie, Pearly, Jill, and Ariel!
And all of you that read and review of course! xxx-61-
There are no cameras in the hallway.
It's my only thought as I break all my rules and step even closer to her, the fabric of our clothes brushing without any part of us actually touching. I don't do it because it's part of the mission, or because I'm wondering if she's a murderer, or any fucking reason other than I need to taste her lips worse than I've ever needed anything in my life.
And there are no cameras in the hallway.
No one needs to know but us.
Bella glances down at the lack of space between us, causing a strand of hair to fall in her face when she looks back up, all wide-eyed and innocent and practically begging to be defiled.
She didn't expect me to make a move, I can tell. She thought she'd scare me away with her bold testament, and it makes me wonder what kind of men have been courting her if they run away when this woman tells you she wants you in her bed.
I make no effort to hide the desire in my blood. I let it show in the hood of my eyes, the tightness in my muscles, and the bulge in my pants that is just far enough away for her not to feel just yet. All she'd have to do is move, less than half an inch, and she'd know how bad I want her.
But we won't go that far. Not tonight, not ever. I can't know what it feels like to be inside her if I have to arrest her. I can't know what kind of sounds she makes when I touch her there or how her body shakes when she comes. But it doesn't stop me from taking this one thing.
Because there are no cameras in the hallway.
My fingers brush the hair from her eyes and trail down her jaw, pushing their way to the nape of her neck where I can feel her breath catch under my palm.
"There's far too much I'd like to do to you to finish it all tonight," I whisper, slowly leaning down to her lips. "But we definitely can get it started."
The second our lips touch, I swear to all holy fuck, the world shifts beneath my feet. They're softer than pillows, more like clouds, which is fitting considering how fucking high she makes me.
But fuck, if I thought I was burning before? It's nothing compared to the flames filling me now.
She must feel it too, because the next thing I know, she's standing on the tips of her toes and arching into me, fisting my shirt like she can't get close enough.
I try to control myself. Really, I swear I do. But when the arm I've held back from her wraps around her waist and she gasps into my mouth when she feels every bit of my desire lodged against her, I fucking snap.
Before I can stop myself, I'm pushing her back against the door to her apartment, making it rattle on its hinges as I pin her with my hips. Her tongue swipes across the seam of my lips, making me groan, but it's not until her teeth sink into my lower lip that I truly dive in.
Our lips quickly go from the sweet exploration of a first kiss to a ravenous, filthy need, and I groan into her mouth because it's so much more than I ever expected.
She tastes like she smells, strawberries and warmth, and I can't fucking get enough. Everything fits. We mold against each other's bodies like we were always meant to be, and we move together like we've done it for centuries.
When one hand is buried in her hair, undoing her fancy updo, and the other is firmly on her ass—which feels as good as it looks, by the way—nothing else fucking matters. Not even a little bit.
But then her hands are on the move, down my chest, to my belt. One of them leaves to grasp at the door handle behind her, the other one grasps at my cock.
And fuuuuck me, I need to stop this.
Breaking away from her physically hurts. It goes against everything my body is telling me. But I have to.
We're both panting, gasping, swollen lips, and mussed hair.
"Patience, doll," I manage to whisper, soothing her with a few more innocent pecks on the lips. "We're in no rush."
"Fuck a rush. I want you; you clearly want me," she emphasizes with a squeeze to my cock that makes me groan and pull my hips back. My hands go from her to the wall, caging her in so I can kiss that fucking neck that's been teasing me all night.
"I do. God, I do. But I told you, this isn't just sex," I murmur against her skin, taking it between my teeth.
Fuck, I want to mark her.
"We're fucking adults, Edward."
"Actually, we're not exactly fucking adults," I laugh right before I find that spot right below her ear that has been proven to make every woman in the history of ever melt into a puddle.
Not Bella, though. Of course, not Bella. She never does what I expect.
Oh, she's affected. That much is certain. But she's also not willing to give me the satisfaction.
"Hey," I pull back, searching her eyes. I may not expect what I find in them, but I always find something. Bella's eyes are an open book, whether she wants them to be or not, and right now, she's three things: pissed off, turned on, and feeling a little rejected. "You trust me?"
Reluctantly, she nods, her tongue swiping across her lip like she needs to taste more of me. I almost fucking come just watching her.
"The first time I have you, it's not going to be some quick fuck before bed. I'm going to take my time with you, make you come more than you ever knew your body was capable of. So trust me when I say I will fucking finish what I started. Again, and again, and again. But I need to show you I'm serious first."
