***Yesterday's chapter had a FF gaff for anyone who read it early. It should've said … Over the red glitter is a finger drawn BELLA … I had spaces between the letters when I loaded it, and apparently, that's a no-no.

"Come on double red," I chant, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath before snatching up the card. When they pop open, I toss it to the board with a huff. "Purple. Who asked for purple?"

Edward chuckles, leaning in. "There are only four double reds," he says, tugging a strand of my hair. "And all of them have already been used this round."

I narrow my eyes. "Are you counting cards, Cullen?"

He pushes the lock of hair over my shoulder and lifts a challenging brow. "What if I am?"

"This," I say like a pouty little kid. I eye him and then the board before giving it a shove, sending the cards and pieces scattering. "I don't play with cheaters."

His eyes widen, and he's momentarily stunned as he stares at the board before slowly lifting those greens to me. "I can't believe you did that," he says, advancing. His fingers go to my waist, and I break into a fit of giggles as soon as he touches me. "Look who's a sore loser. I would've never thought."

He's moving forward and I'm falling to my back, anything to break away from his searching fingers. My heart is light, my mind is giddy, and my soul is healing. I'm not hollow and hateful like I was on the drive down. I'm exuberant and happy.

One minute I'm laughing so hard I can barely catch my breath, and the next, it's lodged in my throat as I stare into deep, hungry eyes. Uncertainty races through me, and the momentary panic must flit across my face because he blinks, burying his need.

He's hovering above me, and I lift my hands, anchoring them to his waist. "Wait," I whisper, swallowing my hesitancy. "I want you. "How can I not?" I laugh, though it's not funny at all. "I'm afraid I'll regret it later."

"What's to regret?" he rasps. He shifts, and my thighs open, accepting the weight of his lower half. My entire being sighs as he settles his long, thick cock against me. "We're two adults who're enjoying each other's company." He thrusts, and I bite back a moan. "You've been deprived for far too long in my opinion."

"I …" Words fail me, so I nod instead.

He recognizes my need and his lips descend to my neck. His hips thrust against me in tune with his sucks and nips. I fist his hair, delirious from the sensation of his cock as it strokes me into a frenzy.

"That's it," he whispers, his breath heavy against my neck. "You can let go. There's nothing to hold you back." I arch into him, angling my pelvis. "Does my cock drive you wild?" My eyes roll back, his words killing me softly. "Thrust those hips, baby," he rasps, working on all available skin with his glorious mouth. I tense, on the brink of explosion. "Give it to me. Come on my cock, Bella."

I explode, my clit pulsing as I writhe against his PJ-clad hardness. He rocks against me, extracting my orgasm like a man who knows his way around a woman's body. Mind-numbing pleasure unlike any I've ever known flows through me in generous waves.

This man has taken me apart and put me back together in only the tiniest amount of time. I'm unsure how, and I don't even care anymore. I only worry that I may not want to let him go.

Soft kisses pepper my face, and I lazily open my eyes, too blissed to care. "Hi," I say with a satisfied sigh. "You're really good at that."

"I should be," he murmurs, running his tongue along his bottom lip. I want to yank his mouth to mine. "I'm a pro after all."

I reach up and cup his cheek. "You're much more than that, Edward."

"Maybe." He watches his hand as it pushes up my shirt and cups my breast. "But we can explore that later. Right now, I'd like to put my skills to the test."

My thighs clench at the roughness in his tone. "Please."

This will be night 3 for anyone who's wondering.

See you tomorrow :)