My nerves make me jumpy as we sit at the dining room table eating our burgers and talking more about our time apart. The promise of things to come that night has set me on edge. I'm zoning in and out of the conversation, which Edward calls me on a couple of times.

"Where's your mind at?" he questions.

"Sorry, just hard to focus after comments like you made before," I reply honestly.

"You know we don't have to do anything you aren't ready for Bella."

"No, it's not that I'm unsure, just nervous I guess."

"What's got you nervous?" he asks, looking to me.

And this is yet again another difference between Edward and previous relationships. The fact that he's here having a conversation to assure me of any nerves rather than jumping into bed at the first opportunity shows me how much he's respecting me. As much as I'd wanted him long before our last night here, I can understand his reasoning for wanting to wait. It also helps that we've know already had the birth control talk rather than fumbling in the midst. But the long build up we've had over the past week apart also has me imagining every possible way this could go wrong.

"Well, I know we've talked past relationships before, but I'm not that experienced when it comes to sex. I guess I'm worried that you'll be disappointed or something."

"Bella, I think you're overestimating my experience here. I'm by no means a virgin, but I can count my 'experience' on one hand. And trust me, there's no way that I could be disappointed," he assures me.

I'm unsure of how to proceed from here. We both know what we want to happen tonight, but now it seems almost too planned. Edward doesn't allow for any awkwardness in our conversation as he begins to tell me more about his escapes to the cottage growing up. He offers to clean up our mess from dinner so I take the time to run to the bathroom and freshen up.

When I return to the living room, Edward is on the phone with his mother from what I can tell from his side of the conversation.

"Mom wanted to make sure you'd made it back okay," he smiles, putting his phone down on the coffee table.

I smile at her concern, but knowing very well she probably saw that Edward's truck was here.

I gravitate towards him, taking his hands in mine and pulling them back to wrap around my waist. He needs no more invitation before his lips sweep down to meet mine, soft and tender. Without separating, he spins around guiding us towards the bedroom. We must not be moving fast enough because I soon feel his hands scooping under my bottom, lifting me from the floor as I wrap my legs around his waist. He quickly carries me the rest of the way to the bedroom, gently placing me on my back in the middle of the bed.

The rest of the night is a mixture of everything Edward. He's gentle but determined as his hands and lips explore every inch of my body. Our clothes are tossed to the floor, my body enveloped by his. He holds himself over me, his muscles tensing as my hands explore his chest. When he pushes himself into me, the whimper that escapes causes him to pause and assure my comfort. With my plea for him to continue, he begins to move again. My senses are on overload so I close my eyes, focusing on the feeling of him inside me. His movements become deeper and more sporadic as he reaches his hand down to help me find my release before he finds his own.

Afterward, he slows again, pressing his forehead to mine as we both catch our breath. He slides to the side, disposing of the condom before pulling me to his side.

"You are incredible," he softly hums.

I stretch up to kiss him again, feeling that I will never have enough now.

"You were right about waiting before," I tell him. "I never would have been able to leave after that."

"I would never have been able to let you go."

"So you're stuck with me now," I tease.

"I can think of worse things."

Edward presses a kiss to my forehead and pulls the blankets up to cover us. Wrapping my arm across his chest I listen to the sound of his heart beating as I fall to sleep.

I awake a few hours later to find myself still tucked in by Edward's side. A smile spreads, remembering last night. I watch him sleeping for a moment before I decide that I can't wait any longer. I sneak out of bed tiptoeing my way to the bathroom. Noticing that I'm not too sore, I tiptoe back into the bedroom in search of Edward's jeans. Finding them discarded by the foot of the bed, I snatch a condom from the packet.

"What are you doing down there?" he startles me.

"I was just getting…" I hold up the condom wrapper, happy that in the dark my blush won't show.

Making my way back into bed, I toss the condom to him as he laughs. Deciding to shut up the laughter at my expense, I press my lips to his running my hand down his stomach. It doesn't take much before he's pushed my hand out of his way to get the condom in place. Before he can roll off his back, I move to straddle him. This position feels so much deeper than before. It isn't long before we're both feeling our release and I melt down on top of him.

While he moves me to once again dispose of the condom, two thoughts come to mind. The first is that while necessary, there's no sexy way of using condoms. The second is that I'm so happy to be home.