Morning! This is the half-way chapter!

"I was thinking," Edward says, running a bar of soap across my back. "We should spend the rest of the day naked."

"What?" I turn in his arms, the steam from our shower clouding the small space. "I'm not as comfort—"

"Hear me out." He puts his finger to my lips. "I don't mean a day of sex. We're stuck inside. It's noon already, and we've been naked since last night." His eyes leave mine and trail down, following the same path as his palms as they skim along my sides. "You're beautiful, and I get the sense you've never been made to believe it. Let me do that for you. Let me make you feel beautiful." He removes his hands and steps back under the spray, smirking as he holds them up. "Hands off … at least until tonight. We'll call it a Christmas Eve, Eve gift."

I stare at him, considering his proposal. I am already naked, and he's right. We have been since last night, though a large portion of that awake time was spent doing things that work much better with no clothes between us.

Stepping forward, I come within an inch of him. "What if I don't want you to be hands off?"

"I'm serious this time." He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my back and pulling our slick bodies together. "You deserve to be pampered. Treated like a queen. Showed how desirable you are. Can you imagine how hot it'll be tonight when you're extremely horny from seeing my naked body all day?"

"Can I be in charge?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

The rest of our shower is spent with each of us taking care of our own showering needs. Apparently, the hands-off portion of our day has already begun. Afterward, we get out, dry off, and I take an extra few minutes to blow dry my hair before joining him in the living room.

I pause at the bedroom door, my confidence faltering, but it doesn't take him long to notice. All his focus is aimed my way as he stalks across the room, naked as the day he was born. He's not hard, but his flaccid cock is still so damn impressive. As his eyes rake over me, heat burns across my skin.

"So beautiful," he says, holding out his hand. "I'm not sure I've ever appreciated au naturel so much."

I blush, taking his hand. "Let me guess. You see a lot of plastic in your profession?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," he says, leading me into the kitchen. "I thought you could make us some popcorn while I select a movie."

Instead of releasing my hand, he spins me to face him. He grips my nape and draws my lips to his. The kiss is slow and thorough, explorative. I take the opportunity to imprint his taste in my mind to remember when I no longer have him.

As the kiss slows, he groans as he pulls away. "Do you see what you do to me, Bella?"

My eyes drop, down, down, down. He's fully erect now, veins bulging as the anaconda flexes its mass. "Oh my."

"You did this," he murmurs, gripping himself. "Tasting you is all it takes to make me want you." His hand slips up and then back down. "I ache for you. It's a new and strange feeling for me, and I like it so fucking much."

A rush of pleasure seizes me, but I beat it back, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "Sorry. You made the rules. This is going to be a long day."

Turning, I make my way into the pantry, where I nearly collapse against the shelving. That man has the power to make me come with words alone, but he's right. It's time I find my power.

I'm going to need it when I return home.

Another week and another 5 chapters. I hope you enjoy!

See you tomorrow :)