Author's note; Last regular chapter. I'm not going to get emotional. I'll save that for when I post the epilogue. Thanks for reading:)
… Chapter 13 ...
The car windows are steamed up … Our breathing is harsh and labored as we move frantically against each other. We should stop now, while there's still time, but I don't want to fight this overwhelming need I have building inside as I move against Edward.
I won't be able to wait until we get home. I need him right now … this minute.
"Be careful, Bella," Edward warns, sending me a hard look when my hands reach his trousers. I raise my brow at him in question, as I slowly pull down the zipper.
"Slow down, or I'll make you," he says, his voice dripping with lust.
"Why? What are you gonna do?" I tease, my eyes challenging him.
His hand covers mine, easily holding them in place, as the other grips my waist, pulling me against him to whisper in my ear, "Don't make me get my cuffs out."
I gasped, squirming against him, brought on by the pure lust in his voice.
Shit, did I hear him correctly?
The sexy smirk he sends my way tells me he did. And when his eyes meet mine, my heart quickens at the devious, downright sinful look in his eyes.
My mouth goes dry.
"You'd like that?" He smirks.
I bite my lips, nodding because I don't trust my own voice right now. Edward is wearing a shit-eating grin as he adjusts his belt and pulls out a set of handcuffs.
This is new... My eyes widen in excitement.
He looks alert, his eyes have taken on a darker edge, and I know he's deadly serious with his next instruction.
"Give me your hands, Bella," he says with authority.
Shit, he is serious …
Holding my hands out in front of me, I feel the cold metal against my wrist click into place as Edward's smirk deepens. "What are you gonna do now?" I ask as I raise my arms over Edward's head, dragging his face closer to mine. Our lips are practically touching. They brush against each other with every word he speaks.
"All the things I wanted to do the first time I pulled you over," he declares before capturing my mouth in another heated and ferocious … almost punishing kiss. All train of thought was lost when his tongue invaded my mouth once more. While his tongue thrust against mine, I moaned, and my hips began moving faster, harder against him, seeking some relief only he can give me. I can't get enough of him; his mouth … his tongue … his hands…
Everything.
When his hands moved down my body, his fingers drift to my shirt, and I gasp when he grasps either side, pulls it apart, buttons flying everywhere. Before I could slate him for the cheesiness of that move, he reached around me, removing my bra with ease, while his lips left a trail of kisses across my jaw, down my neck, settling on my collar bone. All the while, his hands are teasing; playing my body as only he can.
"That feels so good." I moan when he reaches out to take my breasts in his hands, his fingers sensually playing with my nipples …. pinching … making them harder before his mouth replaces his hands. And his mouth …
God, his mouth.
I can't believe we haven't tried this before. Maybe next time, I'll be the one in charge of the cuffs. Maybe I can chain Edward to the … my thoughts are cut off when a set of car headlights catch my eye.
And they're heading straight towards us.
Shit!
Mortified, I try to move away. Unfortunately, Edward is too engrossed in my boobs to notice we have company.
"Edward, stop!" I yell in a panic.
He pulls back immediately, looking panicked himself. And so he should, just not for the reasons he's thinking.
"What's wrong? Was it too much? Have I hurt you?" He worries.
"Someone coming."
"What!"
It's the loudest I've ever heard Edward speak—correction shout. And he lets out a stream of expletives when he frantically turns around and spots someone walking in our direction.
After that, he doesn't need to be told twice. He's frantically pulling my shirt together, muttering, swearing when he realizes the damage he's done in the sexy little move he pulled earlier. I try to help him, but the handcuffs aren't helping; I'm practically useless.
"Get these off me," I ordered.
Edward pulls out a set of keys from his pocket, but in his hurry to get the damn things off, he fumbles, and the keys end up falling on the floor.
Fuck!
"Edward!" I curse, taking my fear out on him.
"I'm sorry, okay," he replies defensively.
We both lean down to get them simultaneously, resulting in an enormous clash of heads.
Shit!
Motherfuckers! We both exclaim in matching pain. Edward holds his head for all of two seconds before he's cupping my face, lightly running a finger over my sore temple.
So sweet … so thoughtful.
"Are you okay, baby?" he asked, seemingly forgetting the reason behind our panic. It's sweet and all, but someone is approaching, and I'm still half-naked. My sore head is the least of my worries.
"Forget that. Help me get some clothes on." I can feel my frantic pulse; my heart pounding as the footsteps edge closer. They're approaching the rear of the truck now…
Edward gets to work fast - and I mean fast. I love how he pulls my shirt over my chest, fastening the few buttons left in the completely wrong order, but at least my boobs aren't on show. My skirt is around my waist, but at least I have pants on.
As for Edward, he's in complete disarray when tapping at the window starts.
We both look up at exactly the same time and have matching horrified expressions.
Oh shit.
This is bad.
Really bad.
Author's note; Another cliffy? Really? Yes, really. It's the last chapter before the epilogue, so I wanted to have some fun. Who do you think caught them?
The Epilogue is with my wonderful Beta, Fran. So I'll be marking this story complete this week.
I posted a new story yesterday, and it was lovely to see some familiar names in the reviews and alerts. Thanks so much for all the love and support.
Today's rec- All I need by lovelylittleluna. I have a couple of chapters to catch up on, but this story is so good and so underrated. It needs more reviews! xx
