Giant thanks to Sherry and Paige! Thanks for being the best betas!

I need to avoid online shopping as black friday comes to a close, so I thought I would upload another chapter! Hope you enjoy and please review!

BPOV:

"Bells," he whispers against my skin as his wet, soft lips pull away from mine. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He places his forehead against mine and tries to catch his breath.

I laugh, feeling so incredibly exhilarated. I've never felt this way before. It sounds so cheesy, but no man has ever done these things to me. I've rarely felt so alive in bed, let alone by a simple kiss. Who am I kidding, his kiss was anything but simple. He kissed me in a way I always dreamed of being kissed. When I was younger, I would watch couples on television shows and in movies kiss and it was always so passionate, perfect, and theatrical that I believed nothing like that could ever happen in real life. However, Edward has proved that theory wrong. Perfect moments can happen and when they do, they make you realize you don't need much besides this person. They become your everything.

Finally, I nod and say, "I want this. I want you."

A growl escapes his lips and he buries his head in the crook of my neck. I can't help but rub my body against him, wanting this more than I could ever admit out loud. I don't know if I'm ready for sex just yet, despite how much I want him, but I would like to kiss him all night long. I don't want to rush things with Edward, but I also don't know how I'll be able to keep away from him after I've gotten a taste of him.

Edward pulls his head up and kisses me again, this time he doesn't stop until I'm breathless. He smoothes back my curly hair and grabs my face, bringing his lips to mine again. I don't know if it's the beat of the music, the sounds of people surrounding us, or just Edward, but my senses are completely overwhelmed. Finally, I have to push away so I can get my head on straight.

Edward must sense my nerves, because he wraps his arm around my shoulder and says, "Let's go back to our table, eat our appetizer and have a few more rounds. Hell, maybe I'll get up on that bull and show you how it's done."

I smile at him, grateful he's not pushing any further. I've never felt closer to anyone than I do him in this moment, and we haven't even had sex yet. Our connection is amazing and I don't know what I'd do if that connection was broken. Edward pulls me gently through the crowd until we reach our table in the corner. Our waitress shows up, looking surprised to see us. She probably thought we had dined and dashed considering the amount of time we were gone, making out. She gives us a bright smile and we order another round of drinks. She leaves and comes back moments later with two more beers and our appetizer.

"So, how long have you been riding bulls?" I ask, conversationally, earning a chuckle from my drinking partner.

"Eight years."

"And you're good at it?"

A cocky smile twitches on his lips and he answers, "The best."

"So, you'll let me come to one of your rodeos and watch you some time?"

"Of course," he says with a grin, taking a long drink of his IPA before continuing, "I'll need you there to cheer me on. I'll probably do much better with you there."

"You think so? I won't make you nervous?"

"Nothing makes me nervous."

We eat and finish off two more beers before Edward's ready to get up on the mechanical bull and show me how it's done. I follow him, wanting nothing more than to see him fall on his ass as he's riding it; just because it would be fun to tear into him about it after we leave the bar. However, he rides the bull like a champ. Everyone in the bar stops to watch him as he moves his hips and uses his left arm to balance himself as he rides. He manages to stay on the bull whole time, before requesting to go another round.

I can't help but stare at him, mesmerized by the motion of his hips as he moves in synch with the bull. I can't help the ideas that pop up in my mind as I watch his hips gyrate against the thing. I lick my lips before breaking my gaze. As I glance around the room, I notice I'm not the only one giving him appreciative glances. It seems every woman, and even a few men, in here are captivated by him. Jealously bubbles inside of me, an emotion I've never been familiar with. Out of all the men I've dated, I've never once felt jealous. I always thought it was a defect in me, but now I see I've just never met the right guy. I burn with jealousy as I look at all the other women watching him, but smile, knowing he'll be spending the night with me.

He finishes the second round without getting bucked off and dismounts the mechanical bull like a pro, before sauntering toward me with a cocky grin on his face. Knowing everyone in the bar is watching us, I put my arms around him as soon as he's close enough and crash my lips against his, claiming him as mine. I can't help but smile against his mouth as I know every woman in the room is watching. I can't imagine the looks on their faces. I kiss him until it becomes insanely inappropriate for a public place and then pull away.

"You want to dance, Bells?" he asks me breathlessly, as new song begins to play.

I've never been much of a dancer, as in, I've never danced while sober. Luckily, I've had a few beers and my inhibitions are lowered enough for me to want to swing to the music. Besides, I feel wonderful being in Edward's embrace. With his hands on my hips, we dance one song after another. As the minutes tick by, I get more adventurous with my moves and end up swaying suggestively against him before finally, licking some of the sweat off of his neck. I don't know what's come over me. It must be him.

"Bells, if you keep doing that I'm going to get certain impressions."

I turn to smile at him, before rubbing my body against his to the beat of the music. He wraps his arms around me and smiles back, but there's a calculating look in his eye, as if he were considering where to go from here. I don't want him to think too much, so I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again, getting drunk off the feel of him.

"Bells," he moans against my lips, saying my name like a prayer.

We dance until my legs grow weak and then we go back to our table to grab a bite. We grab two orders of burgers and fries, deciding to chat and eat until the bar closes. We watch as people start getting their things together before filing out. I don't want to leave because I'm nervous about what tonight might bring for us. Actually my nerves aren't that bad, in fact, they're mainly caused by the excitement at the prospect of spending a night in a hotel room alone with Edward. Am I ready to take things all the way with him? Or maybe we can just do some flirting between the sheets? Either way, I know tonight will bring something new for us and I'm eager to see what it is. By the looks of him, Edward seems just as eager.

"You ready to get out of here, Bells?" he asks with the heat of desire in his eyes.

I smile and take his hand, excited to follow him anywhere.

A/N: I'm going to try and have a EPOV of this chapter in my FB group this week!