AN: My lovely Beta, Ranma, is involved as a member of the wedding party for a ceremony that takes place on Saturday and she's been very busy this past week. She says she's going to be walking down the aisle with a bouquet in one hand and Breaking Dawn in the other. Thank you for all the lovely reviews you have left in the past, and now, on with the story.
Saturday, not quite midnight
Chapter 33: One Thing Leads to Another
Edward POV
I had just admitted to Bella that my passion for her was almost uncontrollable, and that I had sexual fantasies about her. Did I ever… all day I had been finding ways to tell her and show her how much I loved everything about her. Making love to her was only the next logical step, but when had there ever been anything logical where our relationship was concerned? Naturally she blushed, which did nothing to help my problem, and I carefully laid my cold cheek against hers, savoring her warmth. What bliss.
Amazingly, Bella seemed surprised by my confession. Didn't she comprehend how badly I wanted her? Or was she just teasing me? Two could play that game. I decided to let her know I was aware of the amorous dreams she had about me and that only served to increase her blush. She was delectable.
I was highly aware that she had abandoned the bra she usually wore to sleep in, and I was sorely tempted to run my hands over her soft flesh and fully grasp what I had only been able to graze with my fingertips earlier. I could accomplish it in a flash, and I had a feeling she would not object. The only thing separating our bodies was a small length of silk fabric and my willpower, and the way she pressed herself against me made me wonder which one of them would come undone first.
Then Bella tried to make a joke about a Star Trek maneuver that would make us of one mind. It wasn't only her mind I wanted to access and I couldn't hide my amusement at her attempt to lighten the mood. She thought I was laughing at her and became offended. I could not take this seriously and decided to show her what it was like to be teased. I purposely pretended to be jealous of her fictional boyfriends and she believed me, as if I could ever be jealous of a man conjured out of ink and paper.
When she started to become uncomfortable I knew I had taken my teasing far enough and I began to laugh with genuine amusement. My subterfuge had worked even better than I thought it would, and she flushed again when she realized I had only been pretending to be threatened by her literary beaus. She made a delightful expression, somewhere between relief and confusion, and then her eyes flashed with annoyance. She looked like she was carefully calculating my punishment but I was not overly concerned; I still had my arms wrapped around her and I knew if she tried to be too severe I would deliver my own retaliation. I had to wonder which one of us would be more pleased with that eventuality.
"Do you know what the British would say about your current behavior?" she inquired forcefully.
"No, but I would love to find out," I told her, leaning closer and letting my breath fan in her face. Her heart immediately sped up and I knew I was halfway to charming her again.
"They would call you a love rat," she finished weakly.
Bella was so sweet I just had to chuckle; where did she come up with these terms? "I do not recall ever reading that phrase in Jane Austin."
"It's from Bridget Jones' Diary, and it suits you to a tee," she said as she made a pathetic attempt to look intimidating.
I could resist her no longer. "You are so adorable, I could just eat you up," I growled low and nuzzled my nose into the tender flesh at the base of her neck. The scent wafting from her soft skin was ambrosia. This was so worth whatever we had to go through to be together.
She let out a spirited squeal and grabbed at my shoulders with both hands. "Edward…" she giggled, clearly enjoying my attentions.
I had to sample her sweet flesh. I let my tongue dart out and touch her neck lightly just once, then again and again; so delicious. I blew my cool breath on her skin and held her tightly as she shivered against me as I hoped she would. Every nerve in my body was straining to maintain control against this onslaught of her femininity. I told myself this would have to be enough for now.
"Oh… my… Edward," she gasped seductively, as her heart sounded like it would beat out of her chest.
I was almost undone. Now I wanted to taste every bit of her. I took my fingertips and carefully undid the first button on her pajama top and her body tensed. I pushed the loosened fabric away from her neck and slowly ran my tongue along her collarbone, from one shoulder to the other. Heavenly. Exquisite. Mine. Something stirred deep within me and I repressed a shudder.
She had chosen me and she seemed very sure of that decision. Tonight I had given Bella every opportunity to tell me if her feelings had changed, but she remained steadfast. Knowing this, that she wanted me and only me… her scent was so intoxicating, my resistance was crumbling fast.
Her legs when she opened that bathroom door… I could be arrested for what I was thinking. Well, perhaps not arrested, but Charlie would certainly tar and feather me if he knew what I wanted to do with his daughter right now. I wanted to slide my hands over every inch of her glowing, fragrant skin, and then let my lips follow suit. Being alone with her like this was such a bad idea; what was I thinking?
This train of thought had to stop. I sat up and brought her palm to my lips. "You taste too good," I told her as I pressed my lips against the flesh of her small, delicate hand. This was the hand she had injured on that mongrel. Even now Bella wanted to be his best friend.
My angel was too loyal for her own good. He would still hurt her, given the opportunity. It might not be his intention, but he would. She was too forgiving, too trusting, too vulnerable. She did seem to be clear about her feelings for him, though. I didn't detect any confusion where he was concerned but there was still some apprehension. I fought to quell the anxiety I felt; there was still something she was holding back, but I couldn't figure out exactly what it was and it was threatening to spoil this special time.
I needed to concentrate on the fact that Bella was here with me, of her own free will, and she was expressing the feelings Jasper had assured me of right before we left on this trip, love and longing. She made me feel… special, like I was not alone any longer in this cold, cruel world. She inspired feelings in me I didn't even know were possible. I wanted to cherish and protect her with every fiber of my being, and she needed someone with my abilities to do just that. A mere human would not be able to take care of her as she needed to be cared for. I wondered if this need would carry over into her new existence. I knew I would want to watch over my sweetheart and care for her whether it was necessary or not. She would always be a delicate flower to me, with the most alluring aroma and silkiest petals. I had to get out of this bed before I forgot I was a gentleman.
Holding her right hand in my left, I looked at the rings we had found this afternoon at the museum gift shop. "I am so glad you agreed to accept this ring, Bella. I think it suits you very well."
Her deep brown eyes opened wider and I felt like I was falling into them. Then she said brightly, "I like that we got matching rings. I never thought I would, but I do."
I grinned, hearing my Bella say those two words again. I do. I don't think she even realized she said it, but that didn't matter. She was enchanting without even trying.
"There is another gift I would like to give you, for our engagement," I said carefully. I knew how she hated gifts and anyone making a fuss over her, but she had been so good on this trip, I was emboldened to broach the subject.
"You know you don't have to get me anything, Edward. I have you and you are more than enough," she said sweetly.
"I feel the same way about you, love, but it is traditional for the groom to give the bride an engagement gift."
"Well, we're not exactly a traditional couple, are we?" She looked very satisfied with her question, thinking I would accept her point and give up.
"No, we aren't, but there are still some traditions I would like to follow."
"Please don't get me anything else, Edward. I have everything I want," she said with renewed determination. She wasn't going to make this easy for me. I would have to change tactics.
"Wouldn't you like to make me happy?" I knew this was low, but it was the only chance I had and I would use whatever was necessary when it came to her well being.
"Of course I would, more than anything," she immediately responded, just as I had calculated that she would.
"Then let me get you a new car," I said as I gazed deep into her eyes, hoping she would be the least little bit dazzled.
"I don't need a new car," she managed to huff, but she did not look away, and I thought I still had a chance.
"Bella, that truck is running on its last cylinder. It's not safe. It doesn't have airbags, and you know how those logging trucks speed through town. If one of them were to hit you in that truck…" I let my voice trail off and hoped that my words would make an impression on her. I could tell she was considering my proposal. I redoubled my efforts.
"You cannot imagine how much I worry when you go out in that truck without me. If something happens to you when I'm not around… Bella, please, I would feel so much better if you were in a car with appropriate safety features--"
"Safety! You can't imagine how tired I am of hearing about my safety. If you say that word one more time I will scream," she said, looking as threatening as she knew how.
Her eyes were flashing and her cheeks flushed; she looked glorious. I knew she was exasperated, and I didn't blame her. However, I couldn't resist teasing her, she always had such an adorable reaction. My eyes were brimming with mischief, and I couldn't stop myself. Very quickly I hissed that word.
"Safety."
Instead of screaming she burst out laughing and grabbed a fistful of my tee shirt. She would never stop surprising me. "You are incorrigible, Edward" she said, smiling and shaking her head.
I decided to press my advantage and leaned into her. "Will you think about it? For me?" I let my breath drift toward her. She inhaled and looked a bit confused. I moved closer and kissed her cheek, then along her jaw to her ear.
"Say yes, sweetheart…please," I pleaded shamelessly before kissing the tender spot just below her ear lobe.
"Yes," she exhaled.
I began to cover her face with kisses. She was so soft, so lovely, and she was mine. I could feel the blood rushing to her face as my lips attempted to caress every inch of it. Her warmth was so inviting. I was drawn to her full, perfect lips, and lingered there, savoring the moment. She made me so happy, and I could feel my yearning for her increasing, dangerously. I pulled away and looked at her, gasping and eyes closed, her long, thick eyelashes resting on her flushed cheeks… so extraordinary.
"Thank you, Bella. I know you love that truck, but I think you will be happy with the car I have in mind for you, and I will be able to have some peace of mind when you are driving without me."
She slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times. "What just happened?"
"We're discussing your new car, angel."
She groaned. "Alright, I give up. Just nothing too fancy or flashy; something solid and reliable, okay? I can't even believe I'm going along with this… you don't play fair, you know that, don't you?"
"You don't play fair either, love," I said, kissing the tip of her nose and smiling broadly.
"You are so beautiful when you're happy," she smiled back at me. "You sparkle from the inside."
Silly girl; she was the beautiful one here. I wrapped my arms around her and held her against me again. I could stay like this forever.
Bella POV
I loved the way he was holding me so close. Snuggling into his chest, I pressed my nose into his tee shirt and tried to inhale as much of his incredible scent as I could. I thought about what I had just agreed to and how happy it had made him. My truck wouldn't last forever and I knew I wouldn't be taking it with me after we got married anyway. Accepting a new car was still not my choice, but I would try to be gracious about it, remembering the way he glowed when I said 'yes.'
"Do you want to take a bath before you go to sleep?" He asked gently.
"Only if you join me; that's a huge tub, Edward, there's plenty of room."
"Do not tempt me, Bella," his velvet voice held an edge of roughness.
"I thought that was my job," I said as I leaned back and looked up into his face.
"Not yet," he said, and the look in his eyes was so intense I almost trembled. He brought my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss into my palm that sent a spark straight to my heart.
"I think that is why you were put here on earth, though, Bella. I was sure you were a temptation sent to destroy me when you first arrived in Forks," he said quietly, his eyes never leaving mine. "I am looking forward to the day when you present a temptation I do not have to deny myself."
"I… I'm looking forward to that day, too, believe me," I said breathlessly, thrilled that he and I were finally of a single mind and that he would admit to looking forward to my being a vampire. I wondered just exactly what had happened to bring about this change. I couldn't put my finger on anything in particular that I had said or done.
So many things about today had been like a dream. I had crossed the line several times but he had been so sweet and understanding. Well, not after the museum incident. He had been more stern and serious than usual, but even so, he had made it clear that he was only concerned about me. I had no doubt about his feelings when he kissed me then; just thinking about that kiss made my pulse race.
After patting my back for a moment he said, "I think you have low blood sugar and need a midnight snack; let's see what Margaret has prepared for you." He gently disengaged my grip on him and got out of bed.
Low blood sugar. Well, he would probably know. He took my hand and led me into the living room where I noticed a large silver tray on the dining table. He tossed a couple of pillows on one end of the sofa and said, "Make yourself comfortable," as he let go of my hand and went toward the dining table to retrieve the food.
Stretching out with my back against the pillows, I propped my bare feet up on the arm of the sofa. I couldn't be anymore comfortable unless I was resting on Edward.
He came back and set the tray down on the rectangular coffee table. I looked up at his face and his beautiful topaz eyes were trained on mine with a singular focus. I suddenly felt the air in the room change; it became charged with that electrical current that flows so deeply between us. As he walked away from me toward the end of the sofa I felt the hairs on the back of my neck start to stand up. He was stalking me like a cat and his eyes never left mine.
I felt my heart thump unevenly as he stood near the arm of the sofa where my feet rested. He just stood there, staring at me and that prickly sensation started to dance across my skin. He was breathtakingly beautiful in the flickering firelight. We listened to the sound of the fire crackling and hissing and one of the larger logs burned in two, falling heavily onto the grate. I lay there frozen, unable to move a muscle. I had no idea what he was going to do next and the anticipation was killing me.
Never taking his eyes off of me he leaned forward and lightly touched the tops of my bare feet with his cool hands. I shivered slightly as he slid his fingertips around to grasp the backs of my ankles firmly. His hands were so cold but they felt so good. Just his touch on my skin was making my heart beat faster. He slowly slid his hands inside the legs of my pajamas along the back of my legs, squeezing my calves and pausing at the tender flesh on the backs of my knees.
My insides were melting at his cool touch and I started to take quicker, shallow breaths. I had no idea the back of my legs was an erogenous zone. I had a lot to learn. Of course with Edward, maybe every place he touched me would be an erogenous zone.
He had slowly been moving his upper body closer to me, leaning lower and lower as his hands made their progress on my legs, the silky pajama fabric pooling around his wrists as more and more of my legs were revealed. The butterflies had left my stomach and were running riot through my whole body. I didn't think I could hold still much longer, my body feeling the need to make some sort of movement but mesmerized by his touch and his eyes on me.
I loved the coolness of his hands as they caressed the heated flesh at the back of my knees. I was feeling sensations I couldn't ever recall feeling before and overload didn't begin to cover it. Edward slowly moved his hands a little higher, spreading his fingers across the skin above my knees and I suddenly began to giggle. It was an involuntary reaction and it seemed disconnected from my thought process. He paused and studied my face as I started to laugh.
Smiling, he was amused at my reaction. I couldn't decide if I liked him better when he looked intense and brooding or when he smiled, with a sparkle in his eye as he was doing now. I felt so happy, gazing at him like that, I laughed louder and then uncontrollably.
Edward began to laugh too, and as the tears started streaming out of the corners of my eyes he let go of my legs and moved over next to me, collapsing gracefully on the floor and draping his arm across my stomach. He began to laugh with me and it was the most beautiful sound. We both continued to laugh, louder and louder and he threw his head back and had the most captivating smile on his face. My sides started to hurt and I was gasping for breath so I gradually calmed myself until I was just making small giggling noises.
When we both regained our composure he reached over and brushed a stray teardrop off my cheek and said quizzically, "That was not exactly the reaction I was expecting, Bella."
I couldn't stop smiling. "It was not the reaction I was expecting, either. I don't know what happened… except I think it was a form of sensory overload," I admitted, my pulse still racing as all those unfamiliar feelings continued flowing through my body. I had not fully recovered from his touch.
"Interesting," he said, running his fingertips along my forearm.
"Very," I nodded. "Your hands felt so fantastic… no one has ever done that to me, Edward. I liked it, a lot, but you were so intense and I just had all these feelings I didn't know how to deal with… and they were mixed with this overwhelming happiness, and I just started laughing," I finished, hoping he would understand.
"You are so beautiful when you laugh like that, and to think that I was able to provoke that response in you… you seemed to be filled with pure joy," he murmured.
"Hmm, it was pure something, that's for sure," I agreed, thinking he had evoked more than joy. I was still unable to calm down and my body now wanted to be in motion or in contact with his somehow. "What had you intended to provoke with that little trick, Edward?"
"I was acting on impulse… I saw you stretched out like that and I just wanted to touch you. I want to feel every inch of your silky skin, Bella. You are so gloriously enticing."
I groaned. He was going to kill me, saying things like that. I could not remain still any longer. I twisted my body toward him and put my hands on his shoulders. His arm that had been stretched across my stomach slid around my back and under my pajama top, his cool fingertips caressing my warm back and sending a chill up my spine. His other hand rested on my arm, fingers gently massaging my skin.
"I want to touch you all the time, Bella, believe me. I will never be able to get enough of you."
I could feel the blood hurtling through my veins and I felt like I was about to burst out of my skin. "I want to touch you too, Edward. So much so that I think… I just love you so much," I said softly, waiting for him to kiss me.
He made no movement, except for his fingers caressing my arm. I realized he had felt safer positioned at the end of the sofa, his hands on my legs. Our current proximity could prove to be much more dangerous, if he wasn't ready to expand our boundaries.
At this point my feelings were so confused I didn't know exactly what I wanted but I knew it involved Edward being in contact with my body. I tried to remember what he had told me when we first arrived… I should just do what I wanted and he would stop me if I went too far.
"I love you too, Bella," he said, his voice low and husky.
I leaned toward him and he swiftly closed the distance between us, his lips caressing mine, slowly and sweetly. He brought his hand up to my cheek and pulled away, saying, "We came in here so you could have a snack, not be a snack."
I tilted my head and gave him a look that I hoped could interpret as one of disappointment.
He turned to the tray on the coffee table and lifted the lid off to reveal a variety of little triangular toast points covered with different toppings, most of which I couldn't identify. They all looked delicious, if somewhat mysterious.
"Do you know what these are?" I asked, not having a clue.
"Why don't you taste them and find out?" His eyes were twinkling. He was enjoying my confusion.
"You know, don't you? You just won't tell me," I complained.
"I like seeing you discover things for yourself," he explained, picking up one of the tasty morsels and holding it out to me. "Open wide," he commanded.
"I can feed myself."
"ButI want to feed you. Humor me, please."
I felt extremely silly, but it was impossible to refuse such a request from him, especially when I looked into his devastating golden eyes. I opened my mouth.
He slid the bite into my mouth and I felt a rich, creamy mild flavor melting on my tongue, and then an explosion of a sweet, fruity jam provided a welcome contrast. The crispy toast made the perfect texture compliment.
"That may be the single best thing I've ever tasted, and I have no idea what it was. Do you?"
Edward laughed, looking delighted. I frowned, thinking how it took so little to make him happy.
"I thought you liked it; why are you frowning?"
Rather than explain I said, "I'm waiting for another bite."
"My, we are impatient tonight." He popped another bite into my mouth. As I chewed he said, "You are enjoying a rare treat, even for Manka's. This is their very special, all organic goose liver pate with quince jam."
"Oh my goodness. Didn't I read somewhere that they were outlawing this stuff?"
"Yes, but Margaret and Chef Daniel are outlaws of a sort; Daniel said as soon as he heard there was going to be a ban on it, he felt compelled to serve it. He was ecstatic to make some for you. So here you are," he said, placing another morsel on my tongue. "Enjoy it while you can."
"You know you are overfeeding me; I'm beginning to feel like the fatted calf," I said, intending to tease but his mouth became tense and he looked away from me.
"I am sorry, Bella, I never meant to make you feel that way," he said stiffly.
I immediately regretted by choice of words. "It's just an expression, Edward. I've never eaten this well in my life, I'm not used to all this rich food, that's all I meant," I hastily explained, reaching out and placing my hand on top of his.
He looked at me then and smiled, but I could still see the hurt in his eyes, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
"I'm ready for another bite." I squeezed his hand. "Do I have to feed myself?"
"Are you sure you're hungry?" He looked skeptical.
"Yes, this stuff is fantastic and I want to eat it all," I assured him, ready to polish off the entire plate if that's what it took to bring the light back into his eyes. It did taste phenomenal; it wasn't like this was punishment.
"Here," he said, bringing another bite to my mouth. I began chewing and he said thoughtfully, "It's just that you've been losing weight and two pounds on you shows up like twenty pounds on Mrs. Cope. You are so tiny," he said as he spread his hand across my waist, thumb on one side and index finger stretched to the other.
"See… my hand can encompass your waist. You need to eat more," he instructed.
"Edward, it's not that I'm so small, it's that your fingers are so long," I protested, grabbing his hand and holding it between us. I ran my fingers along his. "You have such beautiful hands, anyone could tell by looking at them you play the piano. Of course they couldn't tell how well you play, but still—"
"Are you trying to flatter me, Bella?" His smile was genuine now, and his topaz eyes sparkled again as he closed his hand over mine.
"It's not flattery if it's true." My aim had not been flattery anyway, it had been distraction, and it seemed to be working.
"I am afraid the only thing these hands want to play with now is you," he said languidly, lightly running his fingers along my thigh as if playing the concluding chords of a concerto. I stopped breathing for a moment and fought the instinct to tackle him to the floor. He was going to drive me crazy.
Then he brought his hand up to hover over a bunch of deep purple grapes and pulled a couple off. He held one between his thumb and index finger and brought it up to my lips. He slowly closed the distance and let it fall into my open mouth. I managed to catch the tip of his index finger in my teeth and I looked directly into his eyes as I felt my heart skip a beat.
His eyes were smoldering and he looked as if he was waging some sort of internal debate with himself. I released his finger and bit into the grape, releasing its delicious juice in my mouth.
I wondered if he knew how incredibly erotic I found this. If he thought feeding me like this was going to take my mind off of him he was so wrong. Did he even know what he was doing? Telling me I was the only thing his hands wanted to play with… he had to know what that did to me, no matter how inexperienced he claimed to be. He couldn't have ever done this with another girl. That made me wonder about several things.
"Edward, you've never been alone in a cabin with a girl before, have you?"
"Not a human girl," he replied instantly.
Well that surprised me. From the expression on his face it looked like it surprised him, too. He recovered quickly.
"I just mean I've been alone with Esme and Alice many times."
I didn't think that was what he had really meant. He looked a bit too flustered for it to have been so simple a meaning. My mind immediately went to Alaska and Tanya. Had he been alone in a cabin with her? I knew he hadn't been feeding her grapes; that much was certain.
He said he was totally innocent, but I still had to wonder. He was so incredibly attractive. Irresistible. I surely wasn't the only one to find him so. Before I could say anything else he withdrew his hand and moved away from me.
Edward rose from the sofa. "I think you could use something to drink, Bella." He took a bottle from the mini frig and I heard a cork pop. He returned with a small goblet of sparkling liquid and I took a sip.
"This is not sparkling cider," I sputtered, the tiny bubbles stinging my nose.
"No, it's champagne. I don't want your first taste of champagne to take place at our wedding reception; there will be enough firsts going on then."
"And lasts," I added under my breath as I took another sip. It was very enjoyable. I felt a smile appear on my lips, almost involuntarily.
He shot me a look, but only said, "I thought you would like champagne. Only the best for you."
"Edward, I'm really enjoying this; the way you're feeding me, plying me with champagne, but I'm confused. Are you trying to seduce me?"
He looked shocked at the suggestion. "I didn't think I had to try; I thought you were intoxicated by my very presence."
"No, it must be the champagne," I quickly answered; it wasn't, but he didn't need to know that.
Now he looked hurt, and began to pout, jutting out his full lower lip, making it even more irresistible.
"You know I'm teasing, Edward. If this is you not even trying, I can't wait to see what you'll do when you are trying."
His lips turned up in a slight smile but there was a sad note in his voice when he said, "I won't be able to feed you grapes, then."
"Oh, so you do have plans?" I wasn't going to let him be sad now, or ever if I could prevent it.
He smiled and looked at me with his eyes smoldering again. I gasped. I guess I would be able to tell when he was really trying. I started to blush and he brought his hand up to touch my cheek.
"I have many plans for you, Bella. In fact, all my plans revolve around you. You are the center of my universe; please always remember that. As far as I am concerned, you are the only woman in the world."
It was a good thing I was sitting down because my knees were so weak I'm sure I would have collapsed when I heard his velvet voice say something so sweet to me. I only hoped I didn't disappoint him.
"You are really spoiling me this weekend, Edward. Aren't you afraid I will get used to this and expect it all the time?"
"That is what I am hoping for. I love seeing your face light up; I want to spend the rest of my days making you happy."
"I'm enjoying all this, but you don't have to do anything special to make me happy. I'm happy just to be close to you," I said, putting my now empty champagne glass down and crawling over to where he was sitting. I draped myself across his lap and put my arms around his neck.
"That's what I am afraid of. It makes me happier than anything to hear you say that, Bella, but we are so close to the wedding, to getting everything we want, I do not want to do anything to jeopardize that. You are too special, too delicate, for me to allow anything to happen that would damage you in any way."
I groaned.
"Please don't be naughty. You cannot imagine how difficult it is for me to be close to you like this and not take advantage. I want to kiss you senseless, do you know that?" He sounded exasperated.
I immediately blushed crimson and giggled. Just hearing him say that sent the butterflies scampering through my midsection and I felt lightheaded. Unbelievably I heard my voice say, "Tell me what else you would like to do."
Edward's arms were loosely wrapped around my back and they subtly tightened, bringing me closer to him. "I am not sure about the advisability of that, Bella."
"How dangerous can it be to just talk about something?" I was going to be relentless. If he wasn't going to do anything at least I wanted to hear about what he would like to do.
He looked into my eyes and then reached up and untangled my right arm from around his neck and brought my wrist up to his lips.
"I would begin like this." Edward began kissing my wrist lightly, and worked his way up my arm. His lips burned as he pressed them against the soft flesh inside my elbow. He continued to trail hot kisses up to my shoulder and then the base of my neck. I felt faint and he hadn't even reached my lips. He held my hand in his and I could feel him massaging it with his thumb. My angel pulled his head back and looked into my eyes again.
"That is how I would start, but I think the rest should be a surprise," he said softly.
"You are the biggest tease ever," I managed to gasp. "Let me tell you, for future reference, that's going to work like a charm."
AN: Okay, how about that review now? Last one before Breaking Dawn comes out; feel free to leave your prediction for what happens in Blue Moon. We've got even more Tanya coming up in the next chapter, too, I promise.
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