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-Chapter Thirteen-

The evidence of our tryst in the car was dangling off my shoulders and exposing my bra. I tried to cover up the lacy blue fabric by crossing my arms over my chest, but my face had that guilt and 'just nicely been fucked' look written all over it. As we climbed the stairs to the apartment, I knew Emmett would've had a field day with this one.

Twice in one day, Edward and I were caught with our pants down. It must be a record or something.

Luckily, no one was there when we got home, and I rushed to the bedroom to change out of my ruined shirt. The thin, almost see-through fabric was delicate, and it didn't take much to tear it. I had a sickly feeling that Alice would be annoyed with me. Besides my red chucks, the shirt was the only thing she'd gotten me.

I watched Edward install the lock on my stomach on the bed, lying facing the door. He was using my screwdriver. Oddly enough, the one weapon I'd brought with me to defend myself and to steal someone's car was the only tool they had in this apartment.

"So, if it wasn't for me and my trusty screwdriver, you wouldn't even have anything to install that door lock, huh?" I asked, twirling the tape around my finger.

Edward glanced over at me and smiled. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even give a shit about installing a lock."

I sat up, surprised. "Really?"

"Really," he said, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

He wasn't used to doing manual labor.

"Well, what about...before me...with other girls?" I asked, my voice cracking a little at the end.

He shrugged. "I didn't care."

"You didn't care if people walked in on you while you're having sex with a girl?" I asked, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. "What about wanting privacy?"

The whole conversation was unsettling, and thinking about him with other girls was painful. It caused this throbbing in my chest, but I was curious to know more about him. What he thought about, what made him tick, and eventually, hopefully, I'd get to learn more about his family.

But for now, I had to stagger through the turbulent waters of past relationships.

"No, not really," he said, setting down the screwdriver and checking the door. "I mean, if people were stupid enough to walk in on me fucking a girl, then well, that's their fucking fault."

He was honest and straightforward with me. There were no bullshit pretenses, and he told me exactly how it was. That was why he didn't realize that his cold depiction of his previous sexual encounters had me doubling over with pain. I'm sure if he'd known, he would've been more diplomatic and not so blunt with his words.

I retaliated to counteract the pain and jealousy I felt.

Which, in hindsight, wasn't the most mature response, but I was still new to this.

"Yeah, I can see that," I said, tossing the tape up in the air and trying to sound indifferent. "I didn't care too much when my mom caught me fucking my boyfriend."

That was a lie. That never happened. Well, it did, but Mike never sealed the deal. Renee walked in when he was on top of me, fumbling with the condom wrapper. I had a door lock but didn't use it that day. I wanted her to see me in a compromising position. She already thought I was slut; I was reinforcing that belief.

Edward didn't know that, though, and his head snapped up, eyes narrowed at me.

I leaned back on the bed, propping myself up on my elbows, and crossed my legs. "It was a shame, too, getting caught. I was so close."

He clenched his jaw and stood up. Every muscle in his arms tensed, and his hands were closed into fists. I watched him as he quietly and calmly shut the door. He locked it, and it made a faint but blessed click. He twisted the knob and pulled the door towards him. It worked, and no one would ever walk in on us again.

He turned back to me, and I could see the lust and jealousy radiating off him, and it was all over some guy who barely existed to me.

I liked it. It turned me on. So, I pushed further.

"God," I sighed, throwing myself back on the bed, "he was the only guy who could really touch me like that, you know?"

There was silence. Edward hadn't moved an inch. Maybe he needed a little more coaxing.

I got creative, sliding my hands up my body, over my breasts, and into my hair. Of course, it wasn't the same feeling, nor did it have the same effect Edward had when he touched me, but I acted as if it was the best thing since sliced bread.

Going in for the kill, I began making these soft and erotic moaning sounds. "Mmm, so good."

I might be a virgin and inexperienced in some ways, but I knew what men liked.

There was a loud growl from the door, some shuffling of feet, and then Edward was upon me in a flash. He grabbed my ankles and jerked my body towards him. I slid across the bed in one motion, and my ass rammed up against his thighs. He grasped my hips, putting all his weight and pressure on me. It was intense, painful, and likely to bruise later.

I looked up at him with a smug smirk, but it quickly faded into a soft gasp when I saw that he'd taken off his shirt.

There have been only a handful of times that I'd seen Edward without a shirt. Each experience left me flaying for air. The tattoos were everywhere I looked; he pierced his nipples with barbells, and I wanted to glide my fingers over them. It was hard for me to think straight, let alone keep up with my plan to make him jealous. My eyes were too consumed with Edward's lean muscular body, hard stomach, and a narrow V that dipped below his jeans—already lying low on his hips. One good tug, and they would slip right off.

"Who is this fucking guy who makes you moan like that?" he asked, low and gruff.

"Why? Are you jealous?"

"No," he said, squeezing my hips, "I'm just calling your bluff."

"I'm not bluffing," I said, wincing from the pain as his fingers continued to dig into my skin.

He eased his hold and leaned toward me. "I know you've never been properly fucked before, Bella."

My eyes fluttered and closed as I tried to maintain composure. Edward's chest flushed against my breasts, and my cock-blocking shirt was the barrier between having skin-to-skin contact with him.

"You don't think I know the difference?" He whispered as his lips ghosted over my neck and to my ear. "I knew the moment I touched you this morning."

I shifted and angled my body towards him. Silently pleading with him to remind me, he responded, seeming to read my mind as he glided his hands up the front of my body and roughly palmed my breasts.

It was difficult for me to keep my breathing steady. No matter how minuscule, every touch from Edward caused, my body to react.

It was apparent that I was lying to him.

He moved his mouth from my ear and down toward my chest. His hands slid up to the top hem of the shirt, and with one tug, he pulled down my shirt and bra, exposing my breasts to the air. My nipples, which were already hard from my arousal, puckered even more.

He rolled his thumb over them and let out a grunt. "Fuck. This shit needs to go."

He let go of my shirt and bra, and they snapped back into position. He sat up straight and pulled me up with him. My hands grasped his waist for balance, and my fingers stung under the heat of his skin.

Edward reached down and pulled my shirt over my head. He then unclasped my bra, throwing away the last piece of fabric. Lying me back down on the bed, Edward locked his arms and bent his head down, placing kisses on my skin, starting from my belly up. When he got to my breasts again, bare and available to him, I arched my back and clutched the bed sheets.

He cupped the side of my breasts, pushing them together and creating some needed cleavage. He flicked his tongue, licking one nipple at a time, alternating between the two.

I bit my lip, holding in the breathy moans that wanted to come out. But, door lock or not, I didn't need the world to know what was transpiring.

He kissed and licked my breasts, and I wanted more and more. He was easing me in, being tender and non-rough with his efforts. It was true, I'd never been fucked before, and the thought of having sex for the first time with him made me nervous, but I couldn't deny how he made me feel.

I wanted him so badly, my body aching and begging for him, but he was taking it slow with me. He probably knew how inexperienced I was, despite my harlot-like moans.

Trailing his lips back up to my mouth and bit my bottom lip, tugging on it. My hands flew into his hair, and I yanked his head to me, kissing him. It was the roughness I wanted from him and the passion I craved.

He pulled his mouth away from mine and sighed. "Oh, baby, if I was a lesser man, I would fuck you so good right now."

"Do it," I panted. "I want you to."

"I know," he chuckled, kissing me along my jaw. "Why else would you try to make me jealous, and then all that fucking moaning and touching yourself? Fuck, woman, you're argument was very persuasive, but I know better."

"You're a constant tease," I said, shifting and rolling away from him. I was horny as shit, and he was stepping on the brakes. I was not happy. "You get me all worked up for nothing."

"Who says it was for nothing—and did I fucking say we were done?"

He grabbed my ankles and dragged me back over to him. There was this new determination in his eyes. He unbuckled my jeans, and I lifted my hips, helping him slide them down past my ass. They were soon a thing of the past, discarded on the floor somewhere.

I was lying on the bed in just my underwear, and Edward hissed, shaking his head. "Fucking perfect."

He then parted my legs and settled in between them. His mouth went to my breasts again, but he wasn't gentle this time. Instead, he was forceful and needy, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking it. I could feel his tongue rolling over the peak, and I let out a ragged whimper.

I didn't care if I was loud anymore.

Edward thrust his hardness into me, and I wanted him to remove the last hurdle between us. So I wrapped my legs around his ass and pulled him into me. He bit my nipple in response, and I cursed loudly.

He shot his head up at me and covered my mouth with his hand.

"You gotta be quiet, baby," he said, and I nodded. "That's a good girl."

He returned to my breasts, licking and sucking and biting and nipping at them. It was becoming too much, and I wanted to scream. Edward shifted his body up and off me and repositioned at my side.

He grabbed my chin and turned my head towards him, kissing me, vigorously moving his tongue against mine. He sat up on his elbow as his other hand slid down my body, squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple. He continued to kiss me, slowly sliding his hand down my stomach and eventually slipping under my panties. My hand clutched his bicep, needing some support as he inched closer and closer.

He paused, barely dipping his fingers in, resting them at the top of my clit, and I whimpered, "Please."

He groaned, attacking my mouth as he plunged his fingers into me. The restraint he used was a thing of the past, and I rocked my hips against his hand as he pumped his two fingers into me.

I dug my nails into his skin and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, put his ring between my teeth, and tugged on it. He hissed and increased his pace, only taking his fingers out to rub them up and down my slit. Each time elicited a cry out of me, louder than the last.

"Baby," he warned.

I closed my eyes tight and tried to keep quiet. Edward inserted his fingers into me again, continuing his fierce tempo, in and out, until I was on the verge of explosion. His mouth was on my neck, sucking and biting at the skin, but it wasn't enough to mark me. His palm pressed up against my clit, and his thumb massaged the outer portion of my lips. All of that, combined with his fingers stroking and curling deep inside me, was all it took.

My whole body tensed as my orgasm washed over me. It lasted too brief for my liking, but the aftershocks of it rippled through me, making me tremble.

Edward stopped, waiting for my breathing to return to normal before he pulled his fingers out of me. It was tender to the touch, and even the slightest graze of his hand over my clit caused it to tingle.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my nose. I was still coming down from my high, and my eyes were tightly closed.

After a moment, when my heart slowed down, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was smiling at me—no, it wasn't just a smile. It was an arrogant grin. His green eyes were gleaming with smugness and extreme satisfaction.

"See, the difference?" he asked, rolling the pad of his thumb over my lips. "And I haven't even fucked you, yet."