Chapter nine
Edward wanted nothing more than to ignore who ever was knocking on his door close to midnight but unfortunately, Edward wasn't the only one who lived on the top floor of the building. Mr. Jones, his neighbor, lived just across the hall and with his increasing old age, had developed the habit of creating drama or call the cops whenever something he didn't like, happened.
Hoisting himself out of his dark brown leather wing chair, the only piece of furniture Esme had insisted would clash with his normally immaculate taste, Edward stretched and tried for another single second to ignore the knocking but it only grew louder.
"You better have a good reason for disrupting a rather enjoyable evening," he started as he opened the door, expecting to see anyone but Bella at his door. "What are you doing here?" he demanded to know.
"Not quite sure actually," Bella shrugged. "Guess I didn't want to be alone, I don't know.
"Right," Edward drawled as he leaned against the doorjamb. "I thought a strapping English man like Riley would keep you busy for the whole night, until the first light of dawn, not only a few hours," Edward mocked.
"It wasn't a date," Bella muttered sullenly.
"Guess the date didn't go as you wished, then."
"It wasn't a date!" Bella pointed out again. "Why I agreed to meet for a drink, I don't understand and I regret every minute I spent with him."
"I know Riley is an arrogant prick with an ego that takes up the whole of Europe, but he must really have done a number on you if you, the most accommodating person I've ever met, have a wish to strangle him." The humor on Edward's face as he stepped aside for her to enter his apartment wasn't lost to Bella.
"I don't want to strangle him," she corrected him. "Kick him in the nuts repeatedly until they would fall off, yes."
"So, what did the bastard tell you?" Edward asked as he helped Bella out of her coat, just like Esme had taught him as a kid. It didn't go unnoticed by him that her skirt was tight over her ass and that her blouse showed off just enough cleavage to tease a man.
"He asked me how long it took for you to have me on my back, legs spread and ready for you to let enter." If Bella had wanted a reaction from Edward, her disappointment for the lack of it didn't show on her face.
"And what did you tell him?" was all he asked and Bella felt a urge to slap, just like always.
"That it was none of his business if I fucked you or not."
"You know that by saying that, you just might have dug our graves," Edward sighed.
"How?" Bella didn't follow him.
"You basically told Riley that we're fucking and because he's a son of a bitch who enjoys making things hell for others, he's going to go to Phil and tell him: both our jobs are in Riley's hands."
"So I should have dragged him to the ladies room, pulled his pants down and pulled up my skirt, turned to the sink and leaned on as he slammed his dick inside me?" as Bella spoke the words, she saw how Edward slowly turned purple in the face, purple with either anger or jealousy.
"I wouldn't have let you do that," he grounded out and Bella felt slightly triumphant inside.
"Like you could have stopped me," Bella couldn't help but laugh. "I was almost on the other side of town and you were here. If I had taken him up on his offer, you couldn't have stopped it."
"Just like you can't stop this," before Bella could say something, her mouth was covered with Edward's, one hand in her hair and one at the small of her back, pressing her against his hard body.
"I wouldn't dream of stopping this," Bella breathed when he pulled away, her lips swollen and red.
"I know," Edward smirked, taking her hand and pulling her with him up the stairs.
Neither of them said a word as they walked up the stairs and neither of them said a word when they reached his bedroom. Standing in front of Edward, Bella looked at his face as he started to slowly unbutton the tiny silk covered buttons of her blouse. The usually hard and cold features of his face was gone. Instead, his eyes were soft as he focused on the buttons.
She smiled when he pushed the fabric from her shoulders and pulled the blouse. Then he unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her feet with a small thud. Stepping out of it, Edward kneeled in front of her and removed her boots, letting Bella support herself by holding on to his shoulders.
As she stood in front of him in only her underwear, Edward still fully dressed, Bella didn't feel the urge to cover herself like she had before. She relished the feeling that bloomed inside of her as she watched Edward's eyes travel over her body, how his body tensed as his eyes swept over her breasts.
"Let's take a shower," he said softly though his face was strained. He led her into his impressive bathroom and told her to support herself against the sink as he slid her panties down and had her stepping out of them. Then he unclasped her bra and Bella shivered when he ran a soft finger underneath the swell of her left breast.
She watched him, still leaning against the sink as he moved around the room, starting the shower and letting it warm up before he turned to her and started to remove his own clothes.
There was nothing sexual about their shower as they stepped underneath the hot spray. They stood close together and Edward lathered up his hands and started to wash Bella's hair and she closed her eyes as he massaged her scalp.
After her hair was rinsed, Bella turned to face Edward and returned the favor by lathering up her hands and placing them on his shoulders, slowly washing her way down to his chest and abdomen.
The shower exploded with lust and Bella felt Edward grow hard as her hands came closer to his cock. When she wrapped her hand around him, she heard him suck in a breath before she found herself pressed against the shower wall, his mouth molded against hers.
Everything was slow, the way Edward felt his way down her body and parted her lips, slipping a finger inside of her. The way he lifted her leg to wrap it around his hip as he slipped inside of her.
They never broke eye contact as they moved against each other when the climax reached them, Bella pressed her lips against Edward's, which only enhanced her own climax.
When Edward pulled away and pulled out, neither of them were breathing heavy, which was a first, and Bella laughed when Edward pulled her flush against his chest and kissed her gently, just as the water suddenly turned ice cold.
Bella shrieked and jumped out of the shower, snagging a towel from the rack and pulling it tightly around her shoulders.
"Let me warm you," Edward said huskily and Bella felt the warm fuzzy feeling spread through her body again.
Taking her to the bed, Edward lowered her down on the covers and removed the towel from her body. Having Edward standing over her in all his naked and aroused glory, staring at her naked form, sent shivers through Bella's body.
Joining her on the bed, Edward covered her body with his and Bella spread her legs willingly, sighing contently as he filled her with his hard length of a cock.
His lips didn't leave her skin as they moved slowly together, finding their way from her lips to her jaw, to her neck, to her collarbone and to her breasts, her nipples getting a thorough examination of his tongue.
"Don't stop," Bella moaned when he guided her hand down between their bodies and to her clitoris.
The slow up build of their climax was earth shattering when it exploded inside their bodies.
A shout erupted from Edward and Bella moaned his name shamelessly as the orgasm washed over her.
Hours later, Bella was staring at the ceiling, a soft light coming from the large windows in the apartment, casting a soft glow over Edward as he slept on his back. His hair was sticking out in odd angles after being tugged by Bella and rubbed against the pillow, one arm over his head one arms resting across his chest.
As she turned and looked him, sleeping peacefully without any of the harsh lines that usually covered his face, Bella realized that Edward meant more to her than she would ever be willing to say out loud: she was in fact in love with him.
She loved his controlling ways, how he dominated her during sex and she loved how, even when he was arrogant and a douche, he couldn't hide the fact that he cared about her well-being. The fact that he had been jealous of her date with Riley was only fuel to the fire in her heart: he cared about her, more than he was willing to ever admit, especially to her.
Sighing deeply, Bella pulled to covers closer around, disturbing Edward ever so slightly as he shifted his position, and curled over on the side as she fell asleep. Her heart felt heavy and light at the same time with the admission to herself.
