Giant thanks to Paige and Sherry for keeping my ass in line!
"Baby you a song
You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise
Down a back road blowin' stop signs through the middle
Every little farm town with you
In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit
It'd look a hell lot better with you up in it
So baby you a song
You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise."
-Florida Georgia Line-
Maybe I'll need a hot shower myself after Edward's finished with his. Just hearing the faint sounds of moans as they travel through the bathroom door makes me want to pull down my shorts so I can touch myself. This man is turning me into quite the hussy and I don't seem to mind it as much as I probably should. The funny thing is, he isn't actually doing anything to inspire this behavior from me. Him breathing next to me is apparently enough to turn me on. Which is not something I could say about any other guy I've ever been with. Honestly, some of my ex's breathing next to me was enough to annoy me to the point of losing my temper. Edward's not like any other guy I've met, and something about that is sort of scary for me.
What if he has a girl back home? What if he has a life that I won't be able to fit in with? I know I shouldn't trouble myself with these questions. Heck, we've just become friends and my mind's already running wild with the possibility of a future between us. Thinking about this not working out between us, is the bucket of cold water I probably needed just now. I shouldn't jump into things. At least, not until we get to El Paso. Who knows, I might see him in a brand new light once we're there. I doubt it, but there's always a possibility. You never know about people until you see them where they feel the most comfortable.
I drag myself away from the bathroom door and scan the television channels while I wait for Edward to finish his shower. I become engrossed with 90 Day Fiancé on TLC-which has been a guilty pleasure of mine since the moment it aired-and I barely notice Edward exit the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Once I see this, everything else around me seems to disappear. My jaw drops as I look at his wet, muscled, naked body and my arousal comes back in full force. Is he trying to tease me on purpose?!
Edward chuckles at my expression and runs a hand through his wet hair. "I forgot my clothes," he says as he reaches for his duffel bag.
I feel like such a pervert as I watch him bend over to get it. I just can't help but let my eyes roam over his tanned, perfect body. Edward is definitely blessed in every way. I have to run my fingers over my bottom lip to make sure I'm not drooling. Edward sees my expression, and throws me a wink before heading back to the bathroom with a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt in hand. I can't help but appreciate the curve of his butt as he walks away. I can now see why men always insist for us women to walk ahead of them as they hold the open doors for us, it gives them an opportunity to check out our goods.
Edward returns, looking relaxed in a pair of boxers that cling to his cock and a loose-fitting t-shirt. He gives me a cocky grin before sliding into bed next to me, leaving a comfortable distance between the two of us. He leans back against his pillow and sighs, giving me a dubious look as soon as he sees what I'm watching.
"What is this crap?" he asks with a snort.
"It's 90 Day Fiancé and it's an awesome show," I tell him, trying to seem as serious as possible as a smile plays on my lips.
"Come on, Bells. Can we watch a movie or something? I can't stand crap like this," he says as if I'm torturing him.
I giggle and toss the remote in his direction. "I'm going to take a shower anyway, so have at it."
Edward smiles and instantly changes the channel to some sports updates. I grab my suitcase and head to the bathroom. Now that I'm out of the hot Texas sun, I realize how clogged my pores feel and how my sticky my skin feels. I unzip my bag and find my makeup wipes, feeling refreshed as soon as every bit of makeup has been removed from my face. I used to be so insecure about being around a guy without my makeup, but now I couldn't care less. He'll either find me attractive or he won't, and any guy can take it or leave it. I smile at my reflection. My skin is pink and glistening after being rubbed clean and I'm happy I finally look like myself again. While the makeup for my wedding was beautiful, it was also a bit much. I can't wear foundation with all the heat and humidity because it just sweats right off of me. Luckily, I didn't look like a complete mess in front of Edward today. And luckily, I brought my Bare Minerals to wear instead of my full coverage foundation. I grab my razor, shampoo, conditioner, and a bar of soap before heading to the shower.
As soon as the hot water hits my skin, I feel my entire body relax. All the stresses of the day begin to dissipate as the massaging shower head works wonders on my muscles. My head falls back as I relax under the stream of water, before I slowly begin to wash my hair, enjoying every second of it. I massage my scalp and wash my hair until I'm so relaxed I could easily fall asleep standing up. As I begin to wash my body, my mind drifts to Edward doing the same thing ten minutes before. I wish he were in here with me, but knowing how outrageous that would be because it's really too soon, I use my imagination instead.
I picture the hot stream of water trickling down his muscles. As I detach the shower head and pull it down between my legs, I imagine running my fingers along his ripped abs before kissing and licking every inch of him. It doesn't take long for me to lose myself in my fantasy. As the water pulses against my clit, my body instinctively jolts from the sensation, but my lust keeps my hips in place, and I fall to pieces. I make sure that I don't cry out, not wanting to embarrass myself by making the whole floor aware I was masturbating in the shower. My orgasm passes over me like a gentle, relaxing wave and as I open my eyes again I feel like a new woman.
I come out of the bathroom freshly washed and feeling deliciously euphoric. Unfortunately, the only sleepwear I'd packed was specifically for my honeymoon. While I'd love to show off my lingerie for Edward, I'm not sure it would be appropriate considering I just met him today. So, instead I put on the only t-shirt I packed-which I had planned on wearing as a bathing suit cover-up-and a pair of very short compression shorts that I love wearing under my dresses to prevent chaffing. Edward gives me an appreciative grin as soon as he sees me and pats the bed as he turns down the lights.
"Want to pick out a movie before we go to sleep? I'm still pretty wide awake," he says as he hands me the remote.
"You want me to pick it?" I ask incredulously. "You didn't like my choice of TV show earlier."
He smiles and rolls his eyes at me as he leans back against the headboard. "I won't judge you for your guilty pleasures. I'm just interested to see what type of movies you're in to."
I smile at the challenge and go to the On-Demand channels. He wants to judge my taste, and I'm more than happy to let him. I quickly scan by the romantic comedies, not wanting to watch anything remotely sappy after running away from my own wedding today. None of the thrillers seem very interesting and most of the good sci-fi is something I've already seen before, so I finally land on horror. For some reason, I love to be scared. I remember reading an article about women's love for horror movies in an old Cosmopolitan while getting my nails done a few months back. It said something about catharsis and the movies stirring emotions in us that get us sexually aroused. I know being sexually aroused near Edward is the last thing I need, but I can't help that it's my favorite genre next to Action and Adventure movies.
I scan through the titles, seeing all the popular movies I've seen at least a dozen times. I grin as I finally come across Basket Case and click on it without asking Edward's opinion. I love 1980s horror and this movie is one of my favorites. I lean back comfortably against the headboard as the movie starts.
"I'm grabbing a beer from the mini bar, do you want one?" Edward asks as he slides off the bed.
I quickly nod before getting cozy beneath the covers. Edward smiles as soon as he turns around to see me with the blankets pulled up under my chin. I smile back as he twists off the bottle cap and hands me my beer before opening his own. I sit up and take a long swig before relaxing back against my pillows. Edward climbs on the mattress next to me, but sits on top of the covers, much to my dismay. I know it's probably for the best, but part of me really wanted the chance to be close to him. As we begin to watch the movie, my thoughts drift back to what might await him in El Paso. He hasn't made a move on me. Which could mean one of a few things; he's a gentleman, doesn't enjoy random sex, or has someone waiting for him back home. If he does have someone waiting for him, I would feel disgusted with myself if anything happened between us. However, he doesn't seem like a man who's tied down. He's not constantly texting and checking his phone, and he hasn't called a single person so far during our journey. If he did have a girlfriend, I would expect her to want him to check in time and time again. Heck, Eric and I texted all the time even when our relationship hadn't been that great. Well, not great compared to its usual mediocrity.
Edward turns the lights off as soon as the movie starts. The tension in the air is palpable as the light from the television dances across his muscular body. I wonder if I'll pay attention to this movie at all. While it's one of my favorites, Edward is much more pleasing to look at. It takes all my willpower not to reach out and touch him. I want to feel his hard muscles under my fingertips. I take a long drink of my beer and try to focus on anything besides the sexy man next to me. Thank heavens I masturbated earlier, because otherwise I'd probably jump his ass and embarrass us both.
As I become engrossed in the film, I forget myself and move closer to Edward's warmth. I breathe in his scent, committing the nice, musky smell to memory. His scent is so comforting. It smells like home, as cheesy as that sounds. Without consciously doing so I snuggle up against him and rest my head comfortably on his shoulder. I smile as he puts his arm around me and I'm breathless as I feel him press his lips against my head. After kissing my hair, he pulls away to rest his cheek on the top of my head. As he holds me, it feels as if we've known each other all our lives. This doesn't feel like a man I met earlier today. He feels so familiar, yet something about that familiarity frightens me. I've never worried about getting my heartbroken before because I've never been truly invested in any of my past relationships. I don't really know anything about this handsome man in bed with me, but I do know the emotions he stirs within me are ones I can't ignore.
We finish off two more beers by the time the credits roll and Edward insists I pick another. He emits a big yawn, before jumping out of bed to brush his teeth. I don't blame him, after the day we've had I feel exhausted as well. Maybe it's a good thing we're not wired at this time of night, because if we were more energetic God knows what we'd be doing. I don't know if I'm ready to have sex with anyone just yet. I just left my fiancé and I don't want to rebound. Especially not with someone I already care so much about. Chasity seems like the best option for me right now. Yeah, Bella, keep telling yourself that. I know you'd love to be naked with this man posed between your legs. I try to push images of Edward's mouth on me out of my mind, but once they've taken root, they're pretty hard to chase away. Especially when he comes back into the room looking as hot as sin. Before I do anything rash, I jump out of bed to brush my teeth and use the toilet. I come back to find Edward clad only in his boxers, sliding into bed.
"You want to pick something to watch, beautiful? I'm beat," Edward says as he fluffs his pillow and cozies up in bed.
I stare at his bare chest until it's no longer appropriate. By the time I manage to pull my eyes away to meet his, I find him smirking at me, causing my cheeks to flush. Geez, I haven't blushed like this since I was a shy teenager! I grab the remote and walk around to my side of the bed and slide in under the covers. I make sure to keep a respectable distance from the sexy man next to me. Now, what to watch? I don't want anything remotely sexual. I don't know what I'd do if I was any hornier than I already am. With that in mind, I find a nice Disney movie to watch before setting the remote on the nightstand.
"The Little Mermaid?" he questions, cocking his brow at me.
"I love this movie," I say honestly as I settle into bed. "Should I set the alarm? What time do we need to be on the road tomorrow?"
"I set the alarm on my phone for eight," he says as he casually pulls me against his chest so we're spooning. "Night, Bells."
Engulfed by his warmth and settled comfortably against the hard planes of his muscles, I sigh, never having felt more relaxed in all my life. A girl could grow used to this. It's thoughts like this that make me worried, because I know once this road trip is over, everything could change. However, that doesn't stop me from enjoying this moment while it lasts. I relish in the feeling of his arms around me and fall into a peaceful sleep.
A/N: So, they aren't having sex quite yet! I wonder how long these two will be able to hold out until they're jumping each other's bones! Thanks to everyone who's been reviewing! I love reading what you guys think about this Bella!
Song- "Cruise" by Florida Georgia Line.
I'll be posting a teaser for my next chapter in my facebook group so keep a look out! ;P