Chapter 3: Call From Home

Ms. Meyer owns all - but I am so grateful to her for fueling such great stories and in turn my Edward fantasies!

This is longer than the first 2 chapters but it really needed to be. Lemon alert and I ask that you be kind to my lemons - I am married with 2 teenagers, I'm old, and my memory sucks! LOL!

Previously

"Bella, I WILL drive you home, and you can come willingly, or I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you."

I stood, stunned, and looked at him incredulously–what the hell was his problem?

"What the hell is your problem, Edward? You don't own me, you are married to a fabulously hot woman, and I am a grown woman who is fully capable of taking care of myself."

"Bella." He almost moaned my name.

Yes definitely a pool party in my panties now.

"For some reason I feel protective of you, and I meant what I said. Get in my car, or I'll put you there-your choice."

I turned to walk away from him, and true to his word, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to his car. I was too stunned to fight him–and more than a little turned on.

Chapter 3

Edward pulled the keys to his car out of his pocket and used the remote to unlock the doors. He opened the door and sat me in the front seat, looked at me with fire in his emerald eyes, and told me to stay put. I was still too stunned to even consider moving. He was around the car and in the driver's seat before I could gather my thoughts. The electricity that I felt earlier in Eclipse was flowing freely in the tight confines of the car. I had never met anyone that caused this kind of reaction before, and I knew I had to get out before it was too late. He was married for God's sake. While I personally thought she was a major bitch, I was keenly aware of just how beautiful she was. I did not see myself as ugly and had turned a few heads and garnered a few cat calls over the years, but I was nowhere near that caliber of beauty, on the outside at least.

I calmly–okay, probably not so calmly–reached for the door handle to escape. "Edward." I tried to keep my anger and lust, if I'm being honest, in check. "What you just did is so far out of my comprehension. I do not even know you, yet you feel compelled to throw me over your shoulder like a caveman and force me to get into your car. I don't know if you are aware but my father is a cop and this," I waved my arms around to illustrate my point. "is kidnapping!" I was having definite problems keeping the anger at bay. "I'm getting out of this car now, and you are going to go home – TO YOUR WIFE!" I was shouting now.

"Bella." Edward interrupted, sounding almost desperate. "I know we don't really know each other, but you can't deny you feel it. I see it in your eyes."

I hesitated a little before climbing out of the car. Now, he was almost begging. "Please, Bella, please." He leans over the console. "Just let me get you home. I know I'm married, but I feel pulled to you, and I can't live with myself if something were to happen to you."

I just stared at him, knowing what I should have done. I should have just walked away and never looked back. I was battling with myself internally; the heart versus the brain, and the brain was losing. I knew what would happen if I got back in that car. I never thought I'd even consider becoming THAT girl, the other woman but Edward was right. I did feel it. It was like he had a direct connection to my soul. I wanted him in ways that I had never even fathomed. I wanted his body, his mind, his soul–his heart, but they belonged to Tanya. Stupidly, I made a decision that would be the end of me.

"Fine, Edward," I quietly mumbled. "You can take me home."

I should have said so much more. Like 'you can drop me at my door' or 'driving me home is as far as this goes' or anything that would put a stop to thoughts of anything between the two of us.

Edward breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Bella."

The ride home was quiet, save the electric hum present in the car with us. I had no idea what kind of car it was, the way I was unceremoniously dumped in it didn't give me the opportunity to notice. Not that I would have noticed anyway. When we got close to my building, I finally spoke.

"Turn right up here. That's my building." I tried to sound controlled, when in reality I was anything but. Hopefully, he would have more control than I was capable of.

When he turned in and immediately found a parking place, I knew that he didn't.

I still had to try to get out of this with my sanity. "Edward, thank you for the ride home. You really don't need to get out. I can make it safely from here." My shaky voice made it obvious that I was pleading with him.

"Bella." his voice was breathless. "I'll just walk you to your door, and I'll go. I promise."

I knew it wouldn't end there but was finding it harder and harder to care. I sighed, resigned. "Fine, Edward."

We walked quietly into the building, both of us obviously battling with ourselves. We stepped into the elevator, and I pushed the button to take us to the 8th floor. We weren't touching, but I could feel the heat radiating off of him. Internally, I was giddy. My brain was struggling, unsuccessfully, to calm me and talk some sense into me. There I was, standing next to a man, albeit a god, whom I had just met with his wife, mind you and whom I had barely said more than hello to. the same man who man-handled me to get me to let him take me home, and I was more than likely going to invite him in: to my home, to my body, to my soul and to my heart. I used to think I was an intelligent woman. I was a 4.0+ student in both high school and college. I didn't sleep with random men. In fact, I had only been with Jake and only after we dated for two years. I had a great job as an editor for a small publishing company and I was working on my first book, which I had already sold to a publishing company. Life was good. Why was I considering this–setting myself up for failure, heartbreak?

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out. I fished my keys out of my bag and unlocked the deadbolt. I put the key in the bottom lock and tuned it. Time seemed to stand still in that moment. Finally, I looked up at Edward, who was standing there awkwardly.

"Thank you, Edward," I said quietly, thinking I might actually get out of this. "It was very gentlemanly of you to make sure I got home."

"Bella, I can be called a lot of things right now," he said as his eyes darkened. "But a gentleman is not one of them."

And with that, he bent and kissed me. Kissed me doesn't accurately describe it. He ravished my mouth. The kiss was searing and full of passion, want, and need. I don't remember opening my mouth to him but our tongues were dancing. Somehow we ended up inside the apartment with the door closed. The next thing I knew, I was up against the door with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. I did not make a conscious decision to do this really; the electricity was guiding me, maybe guiding both of us.

"God, Bella," Edward moaned. "I've never wanted someone like I want you right now."

He emphasized his point by grinding his bulge into my pussy, giving me the friction I so desperately sought.

His mouth attacked my neck and my bare shoulders. I loved my little blue halter number at that moment. I moaned, "Oh God, Edward, I want you. Now!" I was demanding and not ashamed of the fact.

We were both fully clothed at this point, but apparently, that didn't matter. Edward reached down and ripped my panties off of my body. Not going to lie, it hurt a little bit and pissed me off. Those were my favorite "feel-good" panties. My inner self told me to shut the fuck up. She was happy–she needed him to stroke her a little, okay, a lot, and she wanted it hard and fast and NOW. Ripping them was faster than taking them off.

Somehow, I missed Edward freeing himself from his pants, but I was pulled from my inner musings when his cock pushed at my entrance. God, this was really happening. I braced myself for him, but he never pushed forward.

"Bella, do I need a condom?" He breathed, ruggedly.

"No, I'm on the pill and don't usually do this/" I sounded as desperate as I felt.

I heard what sounded like a sigh of relief, and then with one quick thrust, he slide home. I gasped at the intensity of feeling him fill me. And fill me he did. I'm not saying he was porn star big, but he was definitely longer and thicker than Jake was. I didn't have a lot of experience, but I can't imagine anyone ever felt better than I did in that moment. I felt whole for the first time in my life, which was strange because I was pretty damn happy with my life.

"God, Bella, you are so wet for me, so tight, so fucking good."

"God Edward, faster, please fuck me harder," I begged him, yet again.

With those words, Edward began to slide in and out of my wet pussy with abandon. His thrusts were long and hard and incredibly fast. We were both moaning and grunting with each stroke. It was a very primal experience. He slammed his thick cock into me over and over, and I could feel the tension beginning to build in my stomach. It built rapidly, and within a few seconds, I was screaming out as my orgasm began to take control of my body.

"Oh god, Edward," I grunted out. "Fuuuucccckkkk, so good, don't stop! God, please don't stop."

I didn't think it was possible, but Edward began to thrust into me harder and faster and then I felt him stiffen a little as his orgasm hit. No words were uttered, but he grunted like an animal in the wild. Somehow, I knew that was a very good sound.

After a few minutes, he lowered us both to the floor, never pulling out of me. He leaned against the door with me straddling him, trying, in vain, to catch our breath. I felt like I had just run a marathon. I was covered in sweat, his and mine, and was gasping for air.

After a little while, Edward finally spoke.

"God Bella, I don't know what just happened, but I can tell you it was the best experience I have ever had." He was still breathing heavy.

I didn't know how to respond, so I just gave him a breathy "mmmm."

"I don't know what this is Bella, but I know I don't want to lose it." He continued. "The way you make me feel…I don't know how to describe it, really-I just feel whole, alive-–like I found something I didn't even know I was missing." He bent to kiss me, and I could feel his cock hardening inside of me. He thrust up into me once and then picked me up off of him. I was confused and feeling very rejected in that moment.

"Edward, did I do something wrong?" My voice was lusty and shaky at the same time.

"God no, Bella. I just really want to get you out of that dress and into a bed. Now." He gave me a crooked grin, and I melted on the spot.

I stood up and grabbed his hand as he stood and led him towards my bedroom. Once we were in there, he put his hands on my shoulders to stop my movement, and I felt his hands move softly on my skin across my shoulders and under my hair and then the tie around my neck loosen. The mood had changed from one of desperation to one of peacefulness. The movements, this time, were more like a graceful ballet: soft and strong.

The halter top on my dress fell forward, and Edward brushed his hands softly down my arms, never letting his lips leave my skin. When he reached my wrists, he slowly brought the left one up to his soft lips and placed a kiss on the inside. He let go of me and brought his hands to my waist and softly trailed up my sides, grazing the sides of my breast.

I hissed at the contact. After the mind blowing orgasm only a few minutes ago, I was turned on just as much as I was as he fucked me hard against the door.

"God, Bella, you are so soft," Edward moaned into my neck.

I just moaned. I had no words.

Slowly he turned me around. He pushed my dress down off of my hips, and it pooled at my feet. He stepped back a looked up and down my body like he was worshiping it.

"Bella, you are beautiful." His breath was shallow.

I reached out and pushed his shirt up, and he helped pull it over his head with one arm, maintaining contact with his other. His body was even more amazing without clothes. His well-defined muscles left me breathless and aching for him even more.

"Edward, please!"

He needed no more encouragement. He backed me up until I felt the bed behind my legs. He slowly lowered me down, and I moved myself up the bed as he crawled seductively to me. He placed wet open-mouth kisses up my body and lowered himself between my legs. I could feel his length slip between my slick folds, and I moaned again.

"Please Edward, I can't take anymore teasing. Please I need you inside of me." Again, I was begging.

Slowly, he pushed into me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The need I had for this man after only a few hours was incredible. I had no idea what tomorrow would bring but for now, with him buried balls deep in me, I couldn't bring myself to care. I lost myself in our lovemaking. Because while the first time was hard core fucking, this was making love. His slow deep thrusts, his gentle caresses, his kisses all told a story in that moment. It was a story I knew wouldn't have a happily-ever-after, but for that moment, I allowed myself to get lost in the sensation.

"Edward, oh God, I'm cumming," I breathed out.

"Bella, cum for me, cum with me," he finally begged as he pace quickened, and his thrusts became more erratic.

There were no screams this time; just pure pleasure and gasps as we reached our climax together. The feel of him pulsing inside of me as he released into me while I contracted around him was like nothing I had ever experienced. I did not know that an orgasm could be so intimate, but this was more than intimate. It was everything.

We lay there, tangled up in each other for a while. Neither of us speaking – there was no need. Our bodies had said everything for us. After a while, I heard an unfamiliar ring tone from the living room. Edward quickly crawled out of bed and dashed into the other room where we left his pants. I crawled out of bed, slipped into my robe, and followed him, which I regretted immediately.

"Hi love!" Edward said into the phone.

My heart sank. I had almost forgotten about the beautiful wife. I had allowed myself to think maybe it was a bad marriage. She was a bitch after all. But hearing him call her 'love' told me I was wrong.

"No sweetheart, I just gave a couple of people a ride home. I'll be heading home to you shortly."

I turned, walked back into my room, and hid in the bathroom. I couldn't let him see me like this, on the verge of tears.

"I love you too, baby. See you in a bit."

My heart broke in that moment, and I ran the rest of the way to the bathroom. Maybe if I stayed in there long enough, he'd just leave, and I wouldn't have to face him.

"Bella, are you okay?" he asked through the door.

Taking a deep breath and steadying myself, I tried to respond nonchalantly. "Edward, I'm fine. I'm just cleaning up a bit." Another deep breath. "If you need to go, I understand." Exhale.

"Bella, I can't leave without seeing you."

Resigned, I took another deep breath and opened the bathroom door. There he stood, fully dressed, looking like the sex god he was.

"I'll walk you to the door." I said, hoping I sounded calmer than I felt.

When we got to the door, he leaned down and kissed me softly.

He whispered against my lips, "When can I see you again?"

I froze. I couldn't see him again. It was killing me after just one night. I couldn't be his mistress. I couldn't do that to myself.

He seemed to sense my hesitation and kissed me softly again.

"Bella, I don't know what this is but I need it. I need you like I need the air I breathe. Please, please we will figure all of this out, but you have to give us a chance. You felt it all as deeply as I did. Please, Bella." His eyes searched mine for the answer. I knew he had it the second he looked into mine. His soft smile said he understood.

He handed me his phone and asked me to program my number in. Without a word, I entered it and handed the phone back to him. Softly, he kissed me once more and walked out the door.

I locked both locks on the door, turned around, leaned back and slid down the door with tears flowing freely. How I held them in for so long, I don't know. I needed this man and something told me I would never be able to have all of him.