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Goosebumps.
Being naked while Edward was fully clothed made me feel sexy and self conscious and aroused and nervous.
The air conditioning wasn't helping; it was freezing in our room.
But then he started kissing me, tangling his fingers in my hair.
I kissed back, linking my fingers behind his neck.
"I'd have worn a bikini sooner if I'd known it would lead to this," I moaned, shivering when his lips trailed away to my neck.
He laughed quietly, backing away so he could look at me. "Looks like you're still wearing one," he commented, tracing his fingers along the tan line my swimsuit had left.
I turned and walked slowly into the bedroom. If he let me go, I'd just take a shower.
But if he followed me, I'd let him do whatever he wanted to me. I thought about the first night we'd kissed, the things he'd whispered in my ears. I thought for sure he'd try to sleep with me right away but he hadn't. He just teased me, and flirted, and touched me…
He followed me.
I lay down on the bed, watching him.
A little smile played at his lips, and he started to undress, dropping articles of clothing to floor. If I'd thought stoner musician Edward was hot, businessman Edward was even hotter. The fact that he was both really did me in.
And then he was coming toward me, climbing on to the bed, on to me.
He reached into the nightstand and got a condom.
I bit back a grin, loving his confidence and his readiness.
"Let's do this," he murmured, still smiling that little, secret smile.
With one thrust he was inside. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him close as he moved.
"God, Bella," he groaned, his mouth at my ear.
I moved his face so I could kiss him and he gave me what I wanted, quickly sliding his tongue in to my mouth. He felt so good, so perfect, inside and out…and in-and-out...
Our mouths drifted apart and he eased back, making my legs slide down. He pulled out and dragged me to the end of the bed and then pushed back in, holding my hips with his rough, calloused hands. He moved fast, almost rough, and I really loved it.
Eventually his movements lost rhythm and he began to breathe unevenly.
"Are you…going to… come?" he panted, closing his eyes.
"I don't know if I can again," I gasped back. What he was doing felt incredible, and I didn't want him to stop, but I didn't know if I could have another orgasm so soon after the one on the couch. "It's okay…"
He slowed down, opening his eyes. "I want you to."
I clenched around him, digging my heels into his ass. "Later."
Nodding, he began moving faster again, pushing my knees open wider. I grabbed the sheets, trying to keep my own eyes open but it was difficult. He came quickly and released my legs, lowering himself on to me. I could feel his heart was pounding against my chest.
I was filled with this really overwhelming sense of vulnerability. Kissing his forehead, I ran my fingers through his hair, waiting for him to get up, wondering how this would change things. It had certainly felt right, not just physically but emotionally too. I'd never felt this way about someone and I wanted it to last.
When he finally looked at me, his eyes were so tender it made me want to cry.
"Wow," he laughed, kissing my lips briefly before straightening out.
"Yeah." I shivered when he pulled out and got off the bed, wondering if he'd take a shower with me.
He went into the bathroom and turned on the water, then poked his head out. "Come on."
Relieved, I followed him inside.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he lathered soap on to his body.
I tried to keep my eyes on his face. "More than okay."
We switched so that he could rinse and I could soap up.
"Good."
"Edward?"
"Hmm?"
"I really really like you."
We switched again so that I could rinse off.
"I know you do. I like you a lot too." I felt his fingers on my breasts. "Obviously."
Pushing me up against the wall, he started kissing me again.
"Where should we go to dinner?" I asked against his mouth.
"Wherever you want," he said, gazing at me as he tucked my hair behind my ear.
In a way it didn't even matter. So long as we had a repeat of the afternoon, later on.
Secret smiles.
I was positively giddy.
Had I seen a couple looking at each other the way Edward and I looked at each other I'd have rolled my eyes and walked faster. It's not even like we were being tacky or engaging in obscene PDA.
It was just… these secret smiles.
I kept thinking about what we'd just done together, in our room. Our room. Our… everything. Our lips, our bodies, our love?making.
I'd planned on being tan. I'd brought the essential white sundress, the one with the tiny straps that tie on top, the one that falls nearly to my knees. I wore it with sandals, and a little bit of makeup, wanting to feel pretty.
He'd grinned so wide when he saw me. He'd taken my hand, kissed the corner of my mouth. "You're perfect," he'd whispered.
My heart took flight and it was still up there, soaring around like a kite on a windy day.
"So… I looked at the restaurant list and found two you might like," Edward began as we waited for the elevator.
"I'm sure I'd like them all," I said, squeezing his hand.
"Yeah, me too. But there are two in particular – anyway, I'll save Humu for our last night. Tonight I think we should try Bistro Molokini."
Nodding, I shrugged. There was so much to do –so many bars, restaurants, lounges – I could barely keep them straight. As long as I was with Edward, I was fine. We could sit on the sidewalk and eat burgers and I'd be straight.
We chatted quietly on the way down and as we strolled to the restaurant. Edward had called ahead while I finished up in the bathroom, ensuring there would be a table since we hadn't thought to make reservations.
Bistro Molokini was gorgeous, all softly lit and open air, with a gorgeous view of the ocean. As we sat, I was beginning to wonder what things were going to be like when we got back home. This was craziness. Things had been so perfect, but this wasn't the real world. Our relationship was still pretty new.
Yet, I couldn't say I was worried. In a short amount of time Edward and I had grown close, not just physically, but emotionally as well. And mentally, he was my equal. We never ran out of things to say. I could honestly look back over the time we'd been dating and say it had progressed naturally. We'd grown to this point, albeit quickly. And when we got back to Washington, we'd continue to grow.
"What's got you so quiet?" he asked, taking a sip of his wine.
"Just thinking about what it'll be like when we get home."
He frowned slightly. "What about it?"
"Nothing bad." I took his hand and laced my fingers through his. "It's just, like, we're in this fantasy world right now, you know? I wish it didn't ever have to end. I really like being here with you. But we're gonna have to go back to the daily grind in a few days and that just sucks."
He nodded, gazing at the ocean.
My heart, which had only recently come down of its high, squeezed almost painfully. Edward was so beautiful, inside and out. It was startling how much I felt for him.
"There's beauty everywhere, Bella. I wanted you to come because you seemed like you were stuck in a rut. Sometimes a change of scenery s all you need. But that's just the catalyst. You'll have to make things happen for yourself when we get back."
He was looking at me now, his eyes very green and very intense.
"And what about us?" I asked.
"We'll make things happen for ourselves when we get back too," he said slowly.
Biting my lip a little, I smiled. "Yeah."
Our waiter came back around and took our orders. The conversation was lighter after that.
"I'm so full," groaned Edward, rubbing his belly as we stood.
I was rather stuffed myself, having polished off most of my fish.
"Do you want to go back to the room?" I asked, blushing fiercely when I realized how that must sound. My mind was on one track and one track only.
He chuckled at my expression and my raging red cheeks.
"Oh, no doubt I'll be revisiting that. I think it's been my favorite activity yet," he teased, sliding his arm around my waist.
"Shut up," I laughed, leaning into him as we walked.
He looked down at me, his eyes sparkling in mischief.
"Okay, it's been my favorite too," I admitted.
"Nice," he said, nodding. "Seriously though, I want to get my guitar and go play on the beach. I've always wanted to do that."
"You do that back home sometimes," I pointed out.
"I do. But this is Hawaii."
"True. Well, let's go get it."
We returned to the room just long enough for him to get his guitar and for me to pee, and then we left again, making our way to the closest beach.
Then we walked along the shore, enjoying the evening wind has it blew through our hair. My dress billowed up and I shrieked, letting go of Edward so I could hold it down.
The beach was deserted, totally different than it had been earlier in the day. We wandered to a grouping of palm trees and sat down. I slid my sandals off and rested back on my elbows, closing my eyes as the breeze blew across my face. The sound of waves crashing was so soothing, so… organic. I wanted to bottle it and take it back home.
Edward strummed around for awhile, finally settling on a song. I recognized a Phish song – the same one that had played the night we first held hands – and it made me smile. He nodded as he sang, winking at me before transitioning in to something else.
"I heard this one the other day, on my way to work."
I sat up straight, waiting to see if it was a song that I knew.
Turns out I didn't, but it didn't matter. Listening to the words… my heart could barely take it.
Maybe I was just emotional because this entire trip had been such a dream. I was glad it was dark. Going all the way with him earlier made me emotionally raw, like every word from his lips, every look, hit me harder than it had before. He was actually making me cry a little.
He noticed.
He faltered a little, missing a note, and then stopped altogether, setting the guitar down gently.
I rose to my knees and sat on his lap, stroking my thumbs against his cheeks as I kissed him.
"Why do you do this?" I whispered.
His eyes were closed. "What?"
"Make me feel this way?"
Edward's arms wrapped around my waist. "I want you to feel the way I feel."
I kissed him again, shivering between the warmth of his body and the cool breeze outside.
He slipped his hands beneath my thighs, touching my skin, drawing me closer, tighter against him. Our mouths disconnected and his lips dragged down my jaw to my neck.
"I want to go upstairs," I groaned, rocking against him.
"I want you right now. Here."
Our kiss deepened. One of his hands left my thigh and felt him fiddling around with his belt buckle.
"Do you have anything?"
"Yeah," he grunted, opening his pants.
I shifted back on to my knees and scooted my panties aside, breathless and excited and wanting him so, so bad.
He pushed into me, his fingers digging into my skin.
he plays her "echo" by incubus:
There's something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight
My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way
Could you show me dear
Something I've not seen
Something infinitely interesting
yeah, so... try to think of this as a brain vacation. light, easygoing. scenes of how this particular pair fell in love.
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