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Edward wraps his arms around my waist while I'm trying to flip a pancake. It almost falls off the spatula when he startles me.
"You jerk." I slap his arm half heartedly. He chuckles in my ear.
"Smells good," he mutter while trailing kisses down my neck. Each one sends a trail of sparks down my spine. I just want to melt into a puddle of goo…
I whirl around and push his back a bit. "Stop distracting me."
"Do I get a good morning kiss?" I narrow my eyes at the pout on his lips before sighing and reaching up on my toes to pack that pout. He grabs my waist and pulls me back into him, capturing my lips in a deep kiss.
With that, I am completely consumed in him. I drop the spatula on the floor so my fingers can grip his bare shoulder and the short hair at the nape of his neck. I feel my feet leave the floor before I'm sitting amongst my mess on the countertop. Him in between my legs. His hands up my shirt. I whimper and press myself further into him. We're close but somehow not close enough.
There aren't enough words to describe the effect he has on me. His kisses are full and deep, that tongue teasing and tasting, teeth nibbling my lips, just sucking the air from my lungs to fill me with him instead. Never ending waves on a sandy shore, completely saturating the beach with its seductive grace. It's passionate and desperate and so loving at the same time, like it's the only way he can really show me how he feels.
And then I smell a burning pancake.
"Edward!" I admonish. "I told you not to distract me!"
"I'm sorry I'm irresistible," he says with a not very sorry look on his face. I just roll my eyes adn turn off the burner.