Jesus Christ. Edward Cullen is going to be the death of me. He's barely touched me and I already want to internally combust. I turn around and climb the steps up to my house, shutting the door but leaving it unlocked on my way in.

God this is awkward now that I'm standing here alone. Edward is a dom. Does that mean he doesn't-I mean…he has to…he knows I want a relationship. Not just a weekend fuck buddy.

"What are you so lost in thought about?" I hear him say quietly to me.

My head snaps up at the sound of his voice and I see him leaning against my now closed and locked door "You okay?" he asks, brow furrowing in slight concern.

I force a smile and nod "I'm great. Tonight was wonderful, Edward. Thank you."

He begins walking towards me and smiles "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Bella. Good first date?" he's in front of me now, hands resting on my hips.

I jump slightly at the contact and his forehead scrunches in concern once again "Relax" he says in soft confusion "What has you so worked up?"

You! I want to say. Instead I smile shyly and shrug "This is weird."

"Weird?" he cocks an eyebrow.

"I don't-I mean…god, I don't know Edward" I groan, not able to say what I want.

"What has you so frustrated?" he whispers and I look up at his eyes. They're truly concerned.

Without missing a beat or even realizing what I'm doing, my lips are on his. Moving slowly against his warmth, trying to convey what I want. His fingers grip my waist more firmly and pull me closer "Mmmhm" he hums against my mouth as I tangle my fingers in his hair. I gasp into his mouth, feeling his tongue gently trace my lower lip, coaxing me to open up for him.

Gladly.

As soon as his tongue meets mine, I'm a goner. I feel my knees buckle and Edward chuckles softly against my lips while lifting my waist. Without hesitating, my legs wrap around him, groaning in need when I feel his arousal pressed against my thigh.

"You know" his deep voice pants as he pulls back and rests our foreheads together "You could have just said you wanted that."

Huh? How can he form a coherent thought at this point? I'm panting. I feel warm. I want more. "Hey" he whispers, I can feel his soft breath across my lips "What's gotten into you just now?"

"I want you" I whisper softly without opening my eyes. Oh jeez. Here comes the rejection.

His hands shift so they're resting just under my butt and pull me up higher onto him "Yeah?" he mumbles, I can hear a smile in his voice "You have me baby. I'm right here."

What? I feel dizzy. Drunk even…and I've had nothing of the sort this evening. My alarm rises fractionally when I feel him walk us somewhere…I'm assuming towards the bedroom.

"Edward?" My heart is racing. I'm suddenly very nervous… I've been naked in front of him before. Hell… I've fucking scened with him before. But this… this is so much more intimate. It means so much more.

"Relax" he hushes, obviously seeing the distress in my eyes. "We don't have to do anything, baby" He's misread me. I want to. I want him.

"I want to" I whisper "I'm just… It's been a long time." I can't look him in the eye as I tell him this.

"Look at me" he stops in front of my bed, and I lift my eyes to his, finding his are shining with….what? Delight? "That's a very good thing. I can be a jealous man."

And just like that a slow smile spreads across my lips and I let out a breath of laughter "I love you".

"Mmm" His lips press against mine gently "You too".

I realize that I'm still wrapped around him and blush profusely. Oh god. "Where are you going?" he grins in amusement when I try to untangle my legs from his waist.

"Uh-" I stutter. I don't know! I'm drawing a blank here…

"You need to relax, sweetheart" he murmurs, laying me down on the soft comforter and crawling in on top of me. "I don't know why you're so nervous. There's no reason to be. Not with me."

His words do wonders to calm me. There really is no reason to be so nervous around him. He'll never hurt me…I know that much.

"I know" I whisper.

"You are so unbelievably beautiful" He whispers, gazing down at me.

Oh jeez. No. I don't believe I'm beautiful at all…but he makes me feel it. "You're not so bad yourself" I whisper back. Because it's true, I've never met a man more gorgeous. Inside and out.

And then he smiles, god he has a nice smile. I let my eyes flutter closed as a single finger glides softly down my cheek "You sure you want this?"

"I've never wanted anything more" I whisper without opening my eyes "I need you" my breath hitches at the feeling of his lips on my neck. Feather light kisses string across my neck and collarbone, leaving a wake of fire in their place. Jesus.

"Ahhh" a soft moan escapes me when his nose trails up the same path, and up to my ear where he gently wraps his lips around the lobe. God how does he know –

"Lift up" he whispers against the shell of my ear. Huh?

All I can concentrate on is the weight of his body against mine. The warmth of his lips; and-oh god- I feel his current predicament against my thigh and my arms go around his back, using him as leverage to arch up against him. I can't get close enough!

My thoughts are interrupted by his soft chuckle "Lift up baby" he repeats once again and this time I comply, groaning when he slides my jeans down my legs. When the hell did he even unbutton them? The fabric bunches around my ankles and I kick them off hastily.

I want his off too. My hands fly to his waistband and I have them unbuttoned and halfway down his legs in under 2 seconds. "Someone is eager" he murmurs in amusement. Moving so we're both kneeling, facing each other, I grab the hem of his shirt and lift it over his head.

"Fuck" I mutter in response to him kneeling in front of me in just his underwear. He's so hot. On his knees in just his white Calvin Kleins… he's better than the model. He has a perfectly toned six pack, just visible…not too prominent. And his chest is lightly spattered with hair… he has a happy trail. That just about does it for me. I want to devour this man.

"Already?" He teases softly and pulls me closer. I let my hands trail up his solid arms and over his shoulders. He's hot as fuck. And he's all mine. His skin is warm and smooth to the touch; I can practically feel each muscle move as he lifts my shirt over my head.

I want to kill Rose. The black lace bra and panties I'm wearing are so not me. They're made for someone sexy… someone beautiful. Someone who can pull it off. A soft finger traces my breasts, just where the lace ends and I let my eyes flutter close. God that feels good.

"Gorgeous girl … exquisite" I think I hear him murmur. His hands slide around to my back and expertly unhook my bra clasp.

"Hmm…you've had practice, Cullen."

He pulls the black material off my shoulders and throws it behind him. Once again his hands are on my back, fingertips pressing into the groove of my spine and gliding downwards before they slip under my panties, both hands cupping my ass.

Jesus fucking Christ Edward, just take them off already. He's driving me insane with need. I feel hot. Too hot.

I'm startled when my eyes meet his. They're dark. Intense. And staring right back into mine… His fingers dig gently into my flesh, pulling me up towards him. I throw my arms around his neck and comply, letting him pull me up against him.

Mmmm…skin on skin. And it's like we fit. We're made for each other; as cheesy as that sounds.

He leans down, and I think he's going to kiss me, but his mouth hovers over mine, just millimeters apart. I can feel his sweet breath on my lips… so close. So fucking close.

Fuck this.

I lean up the short distance and meet his lips hard, inwardly smiling when I feel his own smile against my lips. How he manages to do it, I have no idea, but before I know it, I'm naked…kneeling naked before him. "Mmm" he hums against my lips as his hands roam slowly all over me. Up my stomach, down my back, down to my ass, over my ribs…he's driving me insane.

"Dammit Edward" I pant, pulling away and glaring up at him.

His lips are just twitching to smirk. I know it. Somehow he manages to hold back. "What's wrong baby" he murmurs, still trying not to smile.

"I seem to be at a disadvantage" I mumble, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of his Calvin's.

Ahhhh there's that smirk. And it's so fucking….HOT!

Holy shit. Oh god he's fucking perfect. Even his cock is sexy as fuck. Thick, hard and long. Edward is definitely…well endowed. Every other part of him is perfection; I don't know why I thought this would be any different.

Realizing I've been staring, I lift my head to his; blushing profusely, I'm sure, at his knowing grin. Wonderful, I've just been caught cock gazing. His large hands cup my shoulders and gently caress their way up my neck, both his thumbs brushing the bottom of my jaw "Love you" he murmurs, all teasing gone.

And just like that, all the tension leaves my body. I smile softly up at him "I love you."

As soon as the words were out, he pushed me back until I felt the cool mattress against my back and settled himself between my legs, lying down on top of me.

"Jesus!" I gasp as he dipped his head and took my right nipple between his lips. "Edward…god" I moaned when his teeth scraped against my sensitive skin, his tongue soothing the slight sting. I threaded my fingers through his hair and pressed him against me, never wanting this to end.

He mumbled something undecipherable against my skin and laid soft wet kisses against my stomach, moving lower and lower. I shook my head, biting back a whimper. I needed him now. Tugging on his hair until he looked up, "What is it?" He whispered.

"Later," I hummed desperately "I need you now."

Thank fucking god. He slid back up my body so he was level with me and I felt just the tip of his cock press against my entrance. "Yes," I whispered in relief, wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing him to my lips. He moaned against my lips and inched slowly inside of me, filling me to the brim.

"Hold on" I panted when he was halfway in. He's going to be the death of me. He's just so big, and it's been so long for me. I need to adjust.

He lifts up and gazes down at me in concern "Are you in pain, love?" one of his hands strokes through my hair.

I shake my head and blow out a long breath through pursed lips, trying to get my breathing under control. "No" I whisper "No. I just-it's been so long."

"I know baby" he murmurs and gently rotates his hips, slipping further and further into me. "Better?"

Involuntarily, my eyes roll back into my head and I'm all sensation. He feels so good.

So right.

"Fuck you feel good" he groans when he's all the way in. I fight to open my eyes as he slowly pulls out and just as slowly thrusts back in.

White heat shoots through me. It's the most pleasure I've felt in a long time and I can barely form a coherent thought. All I can focus on is the way our bodies move against each other. How well they fit. How I instinctively move with each of his thrusts, how fucking right this feels.

And it dawns on me. I'm making love to the man I thought I could never have. The man I thought had absolutely no interest in me. "Edward" I moan softly. The man I've loved for so long.

"Mmm Bella," he accentuates with a hard thrust, making me cry out in pleasure. He picks up the pace, moving more quickly now. We're both close. I can feel it. My entire body is humming with pleasure, ready to break. And I can feel how tense he is, his breath is short…controlled.

"SHIT!" I gasp when he shifts and changes the angle slightly, hitting a spot I never even knew existed. "Yes!" I hiss in pleasure. Fuck that feels so so so good.

"Right" he thrusts again "There?" his whisper fans over my lips.

"Fuck yes" I cry incoherently as he strokes that sweet spot over and over again. "Edward!"

"Shhhh" he hushes, panting for breath, "Come back to me, baby. Open your eyes."

I shake my head frantically, I won't last. I can't hang on. It's too much. It's been too long.

"Yes" he breathes, pressing his lips to my left eyelid "Yes. I want to see you."

I struggle, I don't know for how long, but finally I'm able to peel my eyes open. They're itching to roll back into my head, but I try and hang on for as long as I can. When they finally focus, I'm blown away by the sight in front of me.

Edward's eyes are a dark onyx. No traces of their usual emerald green. They're dark, intense, coated with pleasure. Pleasure that he's deriving from me. I can't look away, it's like I'm under a spell. And for a brief moment, time stops around us, his hips still as he gazes down at me. I have no idea how long we stay like this, but eventually, his hands cradle my head and his lips crash down onto mine while simultaneously thrusting into me again.

It's my undoing. My orgasm rips through me; it's intense, hot, and borderline torture. He swallows my screams and seconds later, I feel him let go with a loud growl. The vibration reverberates against my lips and I'm left breathless; a sweaty, exhausted, sated mess. I wrap my arms tiredly around his back as he nuzzles against my neck and rests his head there. I can feel each soft breath he takes against my skin, and it's so soothing.

It's never been like this with anyone. Not even with my ex husband, who I was with for years. I've known Edward for all of 7 months and our first time together is…mind blowing. I have no other way of describing what just happened. I didn't know it could be like this.

Jesus. Now I know what all the hype is about.

"Sex complicates things, Bella" Rosalie's words come back to me "Just please go slow, okay? If that fucker does anything to hurt you, his ass is mine."

"Stop" his soft voice mumbles before I can form another thought "Stop overthinking this."

How does he always know what I'm thinking? Am I that easy to read? "I'm not." I protest just as softly.

He snorts and lifts his head; an amused smile is on his lips "Right" he teases.

"I'm not" I shake my head with a sincere smile. I really am very happy. I have no regrets. "I was just thinking about how…I never knew it could be like that. How right we feel together." And as the words leave my mouth I realize maybe I've said too much. "That sounds stupid…"

"No" his smile matches mine "No it doesn't sound stupid. I've lived too much of my life dwelling on the past. I want to move forward. With you." Every single word he says drips with sincerity. He's really trying.

"You look exhausted" I'm unable to keep the goofy grin from gracing my lips

"Have I not worn you out as well, Miss Swan?" he laughs softly.

"I don't think I'll walk well for the next few days, Mr. Cullen, so I think it's safe to say I'm more than worn out." This is what I like; the easy playful banter. It comes so naturally with us.

"Yeah, push everything back. Probably until 4?"

Huh? Who the hell is whispering? And who are they talking to? I yawn tiredly and blink my eyes open, still trying to find my bearings.

"No Angela, please don't schedule anything else for this week" I feel a soft caress on my shoulder blade and realize it's Edward. Damn what time is it?

I finally blink my eyes open and adjust to find myself lying down on my stomach, one of Edwards arms lay across my back. Turning my head towards him, I watch him sleepily mumble a few more things into his cell.

We're both lying on our stomachs, his head is turned the other way so I doubt he knows I'm awake yet. Jeez it's cold…probably because I don't have a stitch of clothing on my body and the only thing that covers us is the thin white sheet on my bed. I shift further under his arm and move closer to him, trying to burrow into his warm side.

He stops speaking and turns slowly, realizing I'm awake. "Angela. I'll call you back."

"Don't move" I whine tiredly as he rolls over so he's on his side facing me "It's so cold."

"Morning" he murmurs while pulling me closer to his chest. I close my eyes and rest my head against him, almost drifting off again before- "Bella!"

"Huh" I startle awake, jumping slightly.

"It's almost 10 baby. Don't you want to get up?"

Yes Edward. I do. But it makes it difficult when you're constantly caressing and touching any part of my body. His hand strokes my hair gently, making me more tired than I actually am. It's so soothing.

"Mhmm" I hum "Do you have to work today?" I mumble.

A soft hand runs down my back again "Yes, not until 4."

"You okay?"

I let out a soft giggle at his question "Yes, Edward. I'm good, better than good actually."

"Breakfast, Miss Swan?" he murmurs as I wrap my arms around his back and hug him close to me, inhaling the musky scent of Edward Cullen. God he smells so fucking good.

"That requires getting out of bed" I groan into his chest which rumbles with laughter.

The grin on my face is ridiculous. I can feel it. And If I were someone else, I would openly gawk at the face I'm probably making at the moment.

"Hello" I say a little too enthusiastically.

"Bella" his smooth voice comes through the line "How was your day?"

"Well my morning was perfect. I can't say the same about the rest of my day" I pout. God this is so easy with him.

His chuckle sends shivers through me "Anything I can do to make it better?"

Oh jeez….is that supposed to be a sexual joke? I'm so not good at this. "Unless you can read these drab manuscripts for me, I don't think so. How was work?"

"Work was work." He dismisses "I'm on my way home now. Just calling to see if you needed anything, sweetheart"

Sweetheart. How does that name get me every time? We haven't been apart since the fiasco with Marcus. I need to give him his space though…and I need some time alone to process everything. Besides, I don't want to seem needy. "I'm okay Edward" I say softly "Thanks for asking."

"You're sure?" he asks…why does he sound weary?

"I'm sure. Go home and get some rest. You must be exhausted. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Will you really call me tomorrow, or is this another ruse" he teases…I think.

"The phone does work both ways, Dr. Cullen" I roll my eyes "But rest assured you'll hear from me."

"I suppose I'll just have to trust you on that"

"Good plan" I smile "Goodnight Edward."

"Night" he says before hanging up.

EPOV

"Logan."

"Sir" he answers.

Without looking up from the work I desperately need to finish "I'd like you to watch Isabella's house for me. Make sure Marcus doesn't go anywhere near her tonight. If anything unusual happens, call me immediately" I hope Bella doesn't mind…well mostly, I hope she doesn't find out. But in any case, I'll do whatever is necessary to make sure Marcus doesn't ever get his hands on her again.

"Of course, sir. Would you like me to stay until she leaves the house tomorrow or is there a specific time you'd like me to be back"?

"Sometime around 8 will be fine. I need to go to the hospital for a bit in the morning".

Without another word, Logan turned and left. Fuck…how is it that I miss her already? We haven't even been apart for an entire day yet. This girl is going to kill me.

"Hey baby, everything okay?" I murmur into the phone after looking at the time. It's 2am, and even I'm not asleep yet. I have to be at work in 7 hours.

"Yeah" She whispers hesitantly "I just-I wanted to hear your voice. I'm sorry. You're probably sleeping…"

A smile takes over my lips at her words and I turn on my back "I'm actually not. Sleep is a bit lost on me tonight."

"Me too."

"Are you alright, Bella?" I ask softly. She seems so lost. Her voice seems like it's so far away.

"I'm okay, Edward" she assures quietly "I'm not going to lie… I'm scared, but I'm okay."

I sigh; maybe I should just tell her… hopefully it'll help her sleep. "There's no reason to be scared, sweetheart," I say slowly "Logan is outside, watching your house," I close my eyes and brace myself for the anger…

"What!" She practically screeches "Edward why didn't you tell me!"

"I thought you'd object?"

"Well…you might be right" She concedes with a soft laugh. "But right now, I'm pretty damn grateful."

What? "You never fail to surprise me, Isabella" I shake my head in amusement.

"Thank you, Edward. You really didn't have to."

"Chin up, beautiful." I whisper "I did promise everything was going to be alright."

"Yes, you did" she says, I can hear the smile in her voice "I love you, Edward."

Every time. Those words get me every single time. "I love you too, Bella."

"Well…I'll let you get some sleep now I guess. Now that I know I'm safe" She laughs.

"Is that all I'm good for?"

"I suppose I'll have to figure that out tomorrow, Dr. Cullen. Are you free?"

"I could be. For you" I grin "I have to work in the morning, but I'll be off by 3 at the latest. Late lunch? I'll pick you up."

"There you go with those statements again."

"As if you were going to say no." Okay. Maybe that was a little cocky.

"Touché" she chuckles "3:00 then, I'll be ready."

"Goodnight Sweetheart."

"Sweet dreams Edward."

A/N: Sorry for the delay guys! Life's been a little crazy the past few weeks, Let me know what you guys think!

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