An- Once again, this chapter gets fairly suggestive. Not really appropriate for twelve year olds. If you are twelve and still choose to read it, that's your right. I'd rather not know about my contribution to the corruption of youth. No offense but if you don't want to be treated like a twelve year old, don't post your age on your profile. Don't get me wrong. I think it's great that you are all reading my work. And I can tell by your reviews that many of you are very mature. I just think some things are still inappropriate. Hopefully no one hates me for that. :)


Seduction

I continued to blather on and on, knowing I sounded ridiculous. I didn't care. It felt wonderful to open my heart and pour out my thoughts, random as they may be. I told her all the beautiful things about her, her soft ivory skin, her smell, her laugh. There were so many things I could never live without.

As I started to describe how much I enjoyed her velvet lips, she finally spoke.

"Edward, stop," she whispered.

The comb froze in my hand midway down her back, "I'm sorry, Bella. Did I hurt you?" I had thought I was being gentle, but I had been somewhat distracted.

"No Edward," she laughed softly, "you touch is always tender. Your words are making me," she paused and turned to look at me. There was fire in her eyes. "Dangerous."

I was a little surprised at her reaction. I took a step back. She stood up and took a step toward me. She actually did look a little dangerous.

"Bella," I said, pretending to be frightened. I backed up again and my calves hit the edge of the bed.

"Edward," Bella growled at me. I couldn't help it; I smiled at Bella trying to be intimidating.

When she actually pounced, I was a little surprised by the timing, but I still easily caught her in midair. I turned her so she landed on the bed, with me on top of her.

"Hey!" she protested, "I was supposed to knock you over!"

I laughed, "We still ended up on the bed."

She pouted, "Yeah, but I was supposed to end up on top."

I laughed again and rolled onto my back, bringing Bella with me, "Better?"

She pulled her knees up to either side of my waist, wrapped her arms around me, and snuggled tight against my chest. After taking a deep breath at my neck, she said, "Much." Then she began to kiss my neck, stopping often to nuzzle me with her nose.

Still laughing I asked, "What's gotten into you?"

She leaned back and looked me in the face. Arching one eyebrow she asked, "You seriously think you can talk to me about how beautiful my body is for an hour and not light my fire?"

I smirked a little, "I talked about more than your body, Bella."

"Um-hmm," she answered. She began kissing under my jaw.

"I can't help it if you bring out the hopeless romantic in me." I defended myself.

She looked into my eyes again, "Hopeless?" she asked, one brow arched again. Then she kissed me in a way that sent electric shocks straight down through my toes.

When she finally had to break away for air, I panted, "Maybe not hopeless."

My head arched back as she covered my throat with kisses again. "I have many hopes for you, Edward Cullen," she breathed.

"Careful, love, Charlie's not quiet asleep yet." I whispered.

She lifted her head and caught me in her desire filled eyes. "I dare you to make me care," she said, smiling wickedly.

I returned the smile. Quickly rolling us over, I pinned her arms above her head. She gasped in surprise. Holding her wrists in one hand, I trailed my other hand down her arm. She took a deep breath as I ran my hand down her side, past her hip, over her thigh, to her knee. Hooking my hand behind it, I pulled her leg over my hip. Her breath came out in a soft sound of pleasure.

As I ran my hand back up her leg, my thumb tracing her inner thigh, I pressed my lips to her ear, "If you cry out, Charlie will come running, most likely with his shotgun." I gripped her hip tightly, releasing her wrists with my other hand to touch her face. I covered her mouth once more with mine. Our lips parted, tongues darting back and forth.

When I pulled back to let her get some air, instead of letting me go, her hands knotted in my hair. She pulled my head to one side and twirled her tongue around my ear lobe, causing me to gasp. Then she bit me, hard. I growled and pushed her further into the mattress, "Imagine if he heard you," she whispered breathlessly.

As she took heaving breaths, I aggressively kissed her neck. The collar of her t-shirt was pulled too high for me to even reach the hollow of her throat. "How attached are you to this shirt?" I asked, pretty breathless myself.

"Why?" she asked as her hands held my head to her throat. "Are you going to rip it off?"

"Of course not," I smiled against her skin. "Answer the question."

"It's just a ratty old T-shirt, Edward," she breathed. She raised her other knee to where I had hitched the first one, running her bare foot along the back of my leg.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and using my razor sharp teeth sliced cleanly through her collar, opening it about three inches.

"Edward!" she cried, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Shhhh," I reminded her, "Charlie." I felt her body shake beneath me with silent laughter. Moving her now open collar, I began to kiss her neck and shoulders in earnest. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest; her body arched and pressing into mine.

I began to suck and nip at her skin, trying very hard not to bruise her. Alice would never forgive me, should I mar the wedding pictures. Bella moved her hands from my hair, running them down my back, pressing into my skin. Soft sounds escaped my throat. At my waist, her index fingers caught my belt loops, holding me tight against her.

As our passion increased, so did the volume of her sounds. I became lost in them, forgetting even to breathe. Suddenly Bella froze, brining me back to earth. I could hear Charlie's footsteps as well as his thoughts come barreling up the stairs. Not in my house, not under my roof!

In an instant, I was in the closet. I would never have been able to keep from laughing while hiding under the bed, thanks to Emmett. Just as I got the closet door closed, Bella's bedroom door flew open.

"Bella!" Charlie shouted. Where is he?

"Dad!" Bella shouted back, "What's going on?"

"I came up here to ask you that, Bella." I could see Charlie scanning the room with his thoughts.

"What? I was sleeping," Bella said, however she was still breathless.

Right, Charlie thought. "Dreaming? Bella, you're flushed," he pointed out.

"Dad, I'm an eighteen year old virgin who's getting married the day after tomorrow, what do you think I was dreaming about?" Bella said. I could only imagine the blush on her cheeks from that remark. She was hoping to embarrass Charlie into leaving. It nearly worked. He even winced in his thoughts.

"Oh, well. . ." Suddenly he noticed something, "What happened to your shirt?" He was suspicious again.

Bella sighed, "Alice threatened to throw out my pj's. It was either this or she'd make me sleep in something all lacy and frilly." I was impressed. Bella was getting better at thinking on her feet, at least when it came to Charlie.

"And that is fashion?" Charlie asked in a disapproving tone.

"I've learned not to argue with Alice," Bella responded.

"Right," Charlie said. He didn't make a move to leave.

"For heaven's sake, Dad! You want to check under my bed?" Bella asked, exasperated. I stifled a giggle.

"No, I'm going back to bed." Charlie said.

"Night, Dad."

"Night, Bella," as Charlie turned to leave he thought, Maybe I'll check in the closet, though. I held my breath and bit my lip. No, he thought, the truth is, if he is in there, I don't want to know. He closed the door behind him and retreated to his room.

"I can't believe he bought that!" Bella said as I stepped out of the closet.

"Actually, he didn't," I said smiling. "In fact, he was this close to checking the closet on his way out," Bella's eyes grew wide, "When he realized he didn't really want to know."

"Poor Charlie," Bella laughed.

I laughed as well, "Yes, poor Charlie indeed."

Bella knelt on her bed, "Where were we?" she asked.

I could see now why Charlie had been so upset by Bella's shirt. The slit I made was longer than I had thought. It wasn't three inches, it was closer to six. It had fallen open to either side, exposing both of her delicate collar bones as well as a good amount of ivory skin beneath them.

"I believe we were getting a little carried away," I chuckled, staying were I was.

"Really?" Bella asked innocently, "Maybe you should come over here and remind me."

I laughed, "Not a chance. We didn't work so hard trying to be good, just so you could seduce me two nights before our wedding."

Bella leaned forward and arched an eyebrow at me. "I was seducing?" she asked, fingering the ruined collar of her shirt.

"You started it," I defended myself.

She laughed at me, "You are more seductive with your tender words and velvet voice than I could ever dream of being with my body, Edward." She continued to trace along her collar and it soon became very distracting.

I planted myself obstinately in the rocking chair. "Well, then I'll stay over here, so as not to be seduced by you," I drew my finger across my lips pantomiming zipping them, "and I'll keep my mouth shut, so as not to seduce you," I murmured through the corner of my mouth.

It took about thirty seconds for Bella to be in my lap, snuggled against my chest, "Bella!" I chastised, laughing.

"I never promised to stay over there," She pointed out. "Besides, I thought you were going to keep you mouth shut." She drew a finger across my lips. I pinched them closed, smiling.

Bella sighed, nuzzling her nose into my neck. She inhaled deeply and sighed again. I laughed silently. I began to rock us back and forth, stroking her hair and rubbing her arm. My hand began to lightly trace patterns along her neck and the skin exposed by her collar. She shivered.

"Edward, I thought you weren't going to seduce me anymore tonight," She sighed.

I moved my hand back to her hair.

"I didn't say to stop it," she said.

I laughed again, but didn't move my hand. I began to hum her lullaby and kissed her softly on the head. I alternated between stroking her hair and tracing the features of her face.

Even with as much excitement as we'd had that day, it didn't take Bella long to fall asleep. I considered rocking her all night, but thought better of it and gently laid her on her bed, covering her with her quilt. Tomorrow would be a very long day; Bella needed a good night's sleep. I continued to watch over her the whole night through. I would have time to go home and change once Alice came to terrorize poor Bella first thing in the morning. I was very much looking forward to being able to drop all the pretenses and simply watch Bella sleeping because it was my right to, as her husband.

As dawn began to break, I slid into bed next to Bella, her sleeping body rivaling the warmth of the sun.


How's that for steamy? Yeah, I know, some of you think it's not all that suggestive or explicit or whatever. We all have our boundaries. :) More of the same to come soon.