Author's note; Happy Monday. Hope you all have a lovely weekend. Let's see what our favorite couple are up to :)
… Chapter 12 …
I still can't believe Charlie gave us both the night off. Correction, Edward, the night off. My shift was due to finish in an hour, anyway; Edward was meant to be on the night shift. We hadn't planned to spend this evening together, so this was a surprise; A very welcome surprise, at that.
I have plans for my handsome law enforcement officer, plans that won't wait until we get home, apparently. My hand wanders across the seat like it's out of my control. I don't think I'm patient enough to wait until we get home. Edward has been on the night shift the last two nights in a row, so I've missed spending my evenings with him.
"Bella, what are you doing?" His voice is equally alarmed as it is excited as I snuggle towards him. I can see the desire in his eyes as my hands roam over his thighs, towards the zipper of his pants.
"I would hope it was obvious," I snigger as my fingers latch onto the zip.
"Wait … we're almost home," his voice is deep, rough.
Home - he says it like what's his is mine.
I wish it were. I'd love it if we made a home together.
Sighing, I try to get a hold of my thoughts. I've not even told him I love him yet, and I'm practically inviting myself into his home. Maybe I need to slow down and back off a little instead of coming on so strong. I mean, he hasn't told me he loves me yet. Maybe we're both waiting for the right moment, or maybe I'm rushing things. I don't want to scare him away.
With that thought in mind, I pull away, moving across, back into my own seat.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Edward's hand catches mine; he squeezes my fingers as he switches his focus between me and the road ahead.
"It's nothing. You're right; we're almost home. I just got carried away." I offer him my best smile.
"I can't help it if you're irresistible." I wink before glancing out the window, pretending to be interested in the Forks countryside. I thought he'd bought my excuse until we pulled down a side road that leads to a lush forest near the reservation. Ironically, we're not far from where Edward pulled me over all those weeks ago.
"What are we doing here?" I ask, confused when he pulls over and switches off the ignition.
Turning in his seat, so he's facing me, Edward captures my face in his hands. "We're not going anywhere until we talk about whatever is bothering you."
I squirm under his gaze. If this is what he's like when he's interrogating criminals, then I can see why he's so damn good at his job. The stern look, the authority in his voice, combined with being incredibly sexy in his uniform, is enough to make anyone crack.
However, I try to stay strong. "I told you it was nothing."
"And I know it's not. Bella, I know something is bothering you, so tell me, or do I have to get it out of you in some other way?" he smirks.
Before I can form a response, Edward kisses me long and hard, leaving me breathless, which is exactly how he wants me; desperate and needy, so I'm ready to cave, which I will. We break apart, only to catch our breath. Still, his fingers don't leave my skin. He tilts my head up and traces my cheekbones with his thumb, his eyes focused intently on mine.
"Talk to me, baby, please," he says gently. His concern breaks down all the walls I built up since Jake. And I don't even care. I love the trust we have … the connection … the bond.
Okay, here goes…
"I was just overreacting. You mentioned your home, and it got me thinking … I started getting ahead of myself… and started freaking out. I love you, and it got too much … I'm worried I'll scare you if I don't back off, okay?"
Shit, I'm babbling.
I'm out of breath by the time I come to the end of my rant, or whatever the hell that was, but at least Edward is smiling and not looking at me like I'm a lunatic.
I shake my head, annoyed at myself for overreacting.
"I just—"
Before I can finish my sentence, Edward lunges for me again. He kisses me; one of those deep kisses that I feel right down to my toes. When we eventually part, I want to kiss him again, but I can see he has something important to say.
He runs his fingers along my jaw, down the nape of my neck, drawing my face towards him. His expression is a cross between excited and nervous, and I know this moment is something special … something significant.
"I love you too, Bella," he says gently.
This time I'm the one desperately reaching for him. Pushing Edward back, I climb onto his lap, straddling him… trying to get as close as physically possible, which proves nearly impossible in Edward's impractical police truck.
Our movement is neither sexy nor effortless: I bang my head on the roof as I move against him. Edward bashes his knee against the steering wheel as we try to make ourselves comfortable. In the end, Edward pushes his seat back to accommodate me. But it's worth all the trouble and adjustment when he kisses me.
And boy, does he kiss me.
Never gets old. Every kiss … every touch is more intense … more addictive than the last. I guess that's how it's supposed to be when you love someone the way I love Edward. His kisses drift to my jaw, allowing me a moment to catch my breath, and when I do, a thought suddenly hits me...
Wait...
"Did you say I love you too?"
Edward throws his head back, laughing. "You told me you love me, and you already forgot?" He sighs, faking annoyance.
"Just shut up and kiss me," I demand.
And he does just that …
Author's note; In other exciting news, one of my stories has been nominated in several categories in this year's Golden Onion Awards. This is a first for me, and just to be nominated feels like a win. If the person who put me forward is reading, thank you so, so much :)
Want another rec? Well, he's a new story I'm really getting into. It's called Finding Home by TakenRyann
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