Thirteen
After dinner I'd returned to my room, lying in bed alone. I'm supposed to be sharing with Rosalie, but Emmett had given her a 'wink' in the elevator so she'd gotten off with him.
Alice decided to share a room with Esme for mother/daughter time, while Angela and Tanya were a few doors down on our floor.
I'd assumed Rosalie wasn't returning. Based on how fast she darted out of the elevator after Emmett, she would be there for the whole night.
Drawing close the curtains, I mull over this entire experience. This could very well be a career path. Helping women feel security, feel backed. Perhaps I wouldn't need an entire party of women. Perhaps some women who just needed a maid of honour or a spare bridesmaid to stand in for someone else? Perhaps there was a bride out there who had a husband with all the friends she could never seem to make. Maybe I could be that for her.
As I head to the bed, I pause at the knock on my door.
Cursing Rosalie I head toward it expecting her. Preparing to scold her for galavanting around a hotel at night - I'd watched way too much criminal dramas.
"You're going to wind up dead in the pool," I say as I pull open to door.
"oh.. well hello to you too," he's in track pants, a sweater, and he's barefoot.
"I thought you were Rose," I say defensively, "she ran off with your brother."
"I could hear them," he smiles at me, "his room is next door to mine."
"Oh," I smile, "welcome to my past week."
"She's loud," he scrunches his nose up.
"So is he," I laugh, "come in."
Stepping back I let him past, admiring his butt and back muscles once again. Shutting the door I follow him into the room, sitting cross legged on the bed as he takes in my space.
"It's nice here," he says.
"What are you in the penthouse or something?" I ask.
"Mine has a 24 karat gold taps in the bathroom. Nice big spa bath," he moves to sit in an armchair by the window, watching me.
We were all staying at The Plaza for the weekend along with the bride. Rosalie and I had opted for a cheaper room while most of her family didn't spare any expense.
"Tomorrow night we could give that a whirl," I smile at him, "a wedding after party for the maid of honour and best man?"
"Any chance to get you wet I'll take it," he winks at me.
Laughing loudly I feel my head fly back, completely coming undone to the joy. He joins me, the sound of us filling the small room.
"You're as bad as I am," I roll my eyes.
"No, I am definitely not," he shakes his head, "you're on your own level."
Rolling my eyes I stand from the bed, slowly making my way toward him. He shifts in his seat, smiling up at me as I stop before him.
"Why did you really come here? You're in a massive room. Several rooms are in your hotel suit," I say, "you could have moved to another and easily not hear your brother through a wall."
"You weren't in any of them," he shrugs, "I knew Rosalie was with him so you'd be alone down here."
"Why would you want me alone?" I tilt my head.
"It's my favourite way to have you," he grips the arms of the chair, knuckles tightening as I move into him.
Not allowing him the opportunity to take control I climb on top. Straddling his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lets out a low hum of appreciation.
"I love having you alone too," I lean down and press a soft kiss against his neck, "I miss you when we're in crowded rooms because I can't just kiss you."
"You can do whatever you want to me whenever you want to do it." His hand grips my hip, the other running down my back, "I'm yours."
"Whatever?" I pull back looking down at him.
"Mhmm," he nods.
"Stay here tonight," I tilt my head, "come to bed with me. Rosalie won't come back until the morning."
"Tempting offer," he looks up into my eyes.
"Do you need more convincing?" I trace a pattern into the fabric of his sweater.
"Give me what you've got," he nods.
"I'll let you touch me," I run my finger up his neck, tilting his chin slightly with it, "with your fingers, hands, tongue."
"Keep going," he shifts his hands.
They've moved to cup my ass now, as he holds me in his lap.
"We'll pretend the long game thing has taken a vacation," I whisper, "I'll never tell it you cheated."
He begins to speak but I stop him with a hand over his mouth.
"You want to protect your heart. If that's why… know that it's safe in my hands," I insist, my eyes holding his gaze strong, "label or not yet… we're dating. Our names define dating in the dictionary."
"So…" he drawls out under my hand.
"So come to bed, baby," I plead, "do you want me to beg?"
"God yes," he palms my ass.
Smiling I stand. I'm ready to win this contest.
Swaying my hips, with each step I'm taunting him. Turning to face him I shimmy onto the bed, crawling up it backwards on my behind. Until I'm under the covers. Watching him I mentally will him to stay until I'm ready for him.
Keeping myself covered I use my hands and legs to kick off my bed shorts and panties. Then I pull my bed shirt up and off, covering my body with the covers. Giving zero away. Gathering my pyjamas in my hand I throw them toward the end of the bed and sit up, covering my chest.
"Baby," I begin.
He coughs out an unholy noise, eyes wide, mouth ajar.
"Bella…" he squeezes his eyes shut.
"Baby," I try again, "please… come to bed."
"The clothes off weren't part of the deal," he opens his eyes, watching me.
"You're playing that long game shit. I never said I was," I shrug, "you said all I had to do was beg. Please baby."
He stands, running a hand through his hair.
"To be clear… you have nothing on under there?" He points at me.
"I don't have you under here," I say.
He paces slightly, inner panic in full swing. So I help him, I pull back the free side of the bed, patting the mattress.
"I won't bite… unless you ask," I tease.
"Oh, it'll be me doing the biting," his eyes scan the bed, trying to see through the covers.
His expression is drowning with unforgiving lust, eyes dark, voice tight. He's a cobra ready to snap.
"Edward," I moan out in exaggeration.
"Oh don't," he laughs with angst, shaking his head.
I shrug and lay down completely.
"How do your tits…" he begins eyeing the rounded globes of my chest peeking out above the covers.
"Come find out," I interrupt.
His eyes narrow, a standoff between us. Slowly he pulls his shirt up his body, exposing a chest that I never dreamed to be possible on a human man. It's flawless. His skin is crystal, cut with abs and muscle. I want it against me immediately.
Watching him sit on the edge of the bed, I smile as he lets out a huff. His bare back is to me. Unable to stop myself I throw back the covers and crawl behind him, pressing my front to his back.
He's unable to see me. But he can feel me. I place a kiss on his shoulder, pressing my breasts firmly into the defined muscles of his back.
"Fuck," he grunts, leaning back into me.
"Your skin looked so inviting," I kiss his collarbone, up the side of his neck, "I needed to feel it against me."
"Babe," he turns his head to look at me, breaking my ability to tease his neck, "you sure?"
"Do I look unsure?" I run my nails down and then up his arm, slowly.
"Don't ask me how you look," he twists slightly, but not enough to leave me exposed to him, "because I won't live through describing it."
I place my hand on his cheek, twist his head a little more, leaning forward so I can tease him with a soft, sweet kiss. He lets me lead. But I take my time, enjoying the taste of him. The feel of him up against my hot mouth. Pushed up against him from behind I make out with him with my head leaning over his shoulder.
My confidence has never been so high. Never would I have dreamt my hand would be bold enough to skim down his hard chest, to brush his waistline.
The question of boxers or briefs remains, as my hand meets more skin. He grumbles against my mouth. I think he said something. But it's unintelligible.
My hand brushes the very base of his length and I feel myself gasp, pulling back from his lips as I look down over his shoulder.
Through the gap my hands are creating I can see a hint of him. From what I can see he truly is perfect at every inch. Every woman on earth should envy me.
"Holy fuck," I whisper, "you're…"
"I'm what?" He smirks proudly at me.
I roll my eyes laughing.
"You know," I wrap my fingers around him, a gently tug, "you want me to say it?"
"Any man would," he bites back his pleasure looking down at my hand.
"You're so big, baby," I moan with exaggeration into his ear, only to giggle as he shakes his head.
He grabs my wrist and releases my hand. The tension snaps. I squeal with laughter as he twists to kneel before me, as I lay back on the mattress.
"Long game?" I ask.
"Don't fucking talk about long games, baby. Just moan," he's a new man, spreading my knees, so he can find a home between them.
His mouth pressed to mine in a ravaged hunger, hands pulling my legs up his body so they hug his waist. There's nothing gentle about his tongue as it explores my mouth, his hands explore my body.
Gasps and goosebumps as he squeezes flesh, smacks upper thighs, nibbles my lips. When his mouth finally meets my chest, my back leaps from the mattress in an arch. He feasts.
"Jesus," my eyes close shut in pleasure as I cry out, "what have you done with my man?"
He chuckles darkly, pulling back.
"I am your man. You wanted me at the edge. You got it," he grounds out.
Rolling my eyes back, I'm rendered speechless at his fingers, finding the spot that's desperately called for his attention since the second I laid eyes on him.
He's unforgiving.
His hand sets a pace that has me writhing beneath his touch.
"You're not so tough now are you?" He leans down to kiss my chest some more, appreciating body parts I'd gone through life self conscious about.
My eyes focus on his face when it appears in my line of vision once more.
"I didn't bring condoms," he admits, his demeanour shifting slightly.
"I'm safe. I'm protected," I shake my head desperately.
It's like I just gave him a winning lottery ticket. He shifts his waistband down, pulling his member out.
"Me too," he nods, "you sure you're ready for this?"
Running my hands up his chest, I cup my hands behind his neck and smile up at him.
"I told you already… safe hands," I whisper.
His eyes soften, smiling as he leans down to press a sweet kiss to my lips. Silently telling me mine is safe with him too.
As he penetrates me, he swallows my moans, between tender touches.
"Safe hands," he presses his forehead to mind, "the long game shit is over. I think we're end game now."
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