Author's note; Happy hump day!
... Chapter 10 ...
"Fuck, Bella, … we need to stop," Edward groans. His breath is ragged and hot against my skin. His mouth parts from mine, leaving a trail of kisses on my jaw, then down my neck before drifting lower, focusing on my collarbone. His teeth biting the skin, only to smooth away the sting with another kiss.
"So good," I moan. My one hand is clutching his shoulder; the other is fisted in his hair, urging him closer. He's killing me, and he knows it too.
We're on the sofa. Well, Edward is on the sofa; I'm straddling his lap, my skirt is bunched up around my waist as Edward's hand caresses my thighs. It's enough to get me worked up, but I need more. He's holding back, which I won't have. I grind against him to get more friction; my voice is breathy and rough.
"Don't stop," I pant as his hands move higher, his touch firmer.
His kisses become more forceful … more demanding, which is exactly what I want. I love when he loses control. It's never been like this with anyone before. It's intense, but I love every second I spend with Edward. He makes me feel desired and alive, and I'm so in sync with him, it's almost scary.
That first night at the hotel was … I have no words to describe how intense it was…
And while there have been many times since the first time, Edward is just as passionate. But it's not just the sex - it's everything. He's kind and thoughtful and funny and oh so sexy. He's a catch, as Rosalie would say. I can't wait for her to visit to meet him because I know she's going to love him.
He's a gentleman too; he respects me, and he respects my dad, which is why he won't do anything too risky here, in Charlie's house - even if we are alone.
Damn it.
I get it, I do, but I've never wanted anyone the way I crave him. He's hard to resist. It's been three weeks since Seattle, and we've been together almost every day since; at work ... at Charlie's house ... at Edward's home … when Charlie is doing the night shift.
At the moment, we are keeping it low-key. Our relationship is not a secret. Well, maybe it is a secret. I just don't want the added pressure once people know we are together. Thankfully, Edward is really understanding- he says he is happy to wait to tell people until I'm ready.
I want to tell Charlie most of all, but I'm not quite there yet. Not because I'm nervous about telling him or his reaction. Charlie respects Edward … He's practically the son he never had. I know he wouldn't question Edward or our relationship affecting our jobs. No, Edward is a professional; he has an immaculate record with the force - excluding my own discretion.
We will tell Charlie soon … when we are ready. Besides, it's exciting sneaking around.
Last weekend we spent most of our time in Edward's home. We didn't leave the house; we barely left his bedroom for two whole days. Charlie thought I was visiting Rose, and Edward was busy on his weekend off doing some DIY projects around the house or whatever it is men do in their downtime.
The following Monday at work, I was so thoroughly satisfied I could barely walk without a slight limp. I didn't think that was possible, I thought it was a myth, but it definitely is possible with Edward. Which sounds amazing, but try explaining why you're walking strangely to your detective father.
Awkward.
Especially when my cheeks are bright red and Edward is mere feet away, trying not to laugh.
In the end, I made up some excuses about Rose taking me to some outdoor adventure park, which Charlie found highly amusing. Edward snorted before the conversation turned to one of the other detective's weekends off after Edward was deemed too boring to be getting up to anything exciting. Little do they know what that man is capable of.
It's always the quiet ones, or so the saying goes, and I'd have to agree.
…
"Come to my room," I pleaded. This sofa isn't exactly built for what I have planned, and I can tell Edward is uncomfortable too.
"Charlie won't be home for hours." I wink.
Edward pulls away, groaning into my neck, pausing temporarily. "Don't tempt me, Bella. My willpower will only stretch so far."
"Please," I moan as I grind against him. I'm not above begging, and I'm not above teasing him, too, if it means getting what I want. And what I want now is Edward, preferably naked and in my bedroom.
I can tell he's a moment or two away from caving and giving us both the release we need when the front door slams shut and Charlie's voice calls out from the hallway.
"I hope you kids saved me some dinner. I'm starving?"
Shit! What the hell is he doing home so early?
Edward and I pull apart and quickly start scrambling for our clothes, trying to look presentable.
Thank God Edward still has a shirt on, and my clothes will pass for those I usually slum around the house in. We barely manage to part, when Charlie walks into the living room.
"What are you two looking so shifty about?" Charlie's eyes dart between me and Edward, who is now sitting on opposite sides of the sofa. Yeah, because that doesn't make us look too guilty.
"You two have a fight or something?" Charlie sniggers.
My wide, panicked eyes meet Edward's amused ones.
"Nothing like that, Chief. Bella loves me too much to be angry with me," Edward jokes, unwittingly hitting the nail on the head.
He's not far off … I am falling in love with him. It's as scary as it is exciting. After one failed relationship, I certainly wasn't in any hurry to rush into anything serious so soon. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and I'm so lucky to have found Edward. I'm not worrying about the speed at which our relationship is progressing. I'm happy- blissfully happy, and that's all that matters. I just need to tell him how I feel.
Maybe not tonight, but soon …
Author's note; See you Friday for the next update. It's something a little different for me!
Today's rec is Breaking Waves by RMacaroni. I'm cheering on this Edward! Show this story and him some love. xx
