Chapter 25

The next morning I wake to warmth pressed up against me and a strong arm over my body clasping my boob holding me firmly in place.

I smile as my eyes rapidly blink and I squint when the rays of light break through my consciousness. I put a hand over my eyes and try to wiggle to face away from the light and towards him, but his clutch is so strong on me, it's a useless attempt. I do manage to lie on my back, but I can't make it to face him.

I huff in annoyance and glance at him out of the corner of my eye to see that his eyes are closed, but there's a huge smile on his face.

"You need curtains," I say, shutting my eyes tightly to keep out the light.

He hums in acknowledgment and kisses beneath my ear before snuggling closer to me with his face buried in my neck.

"It's so bright in here," I complain and hate the sound of my groggy voice. "I need to get up."

"No." His grip on me tightens when I try to move. "Stay."

"I need to go before everyone wakes up." I try harder to move away, and his eyes pop open and set on me. Then quick as lightning, he moves to his knees and straddles my midsection, grabbing my hands in his and holding them above my head.

"What are you doing?" I giggle, my face breaking into a goofy smile.

"Making sure you don't leave me before I'm ready."

"So when you're tired of me, you're going to kick me out?"

He smirks and bends down, burying his face in between my breast.

"I'll never grow tired of you." He places a kiss there then brings his lips to my neck, then beneath my chin and whispers, "One lifetime with you would never be enough."

I wiggle beneath him and he hisses as his boxer clad cock rubs against my skin and his morning wood becomes more prominent. I smile, loving that my simple movement causes such a reaction out of him.

Just then, someone barges in, already in full conversation with Edward as if this is a daily routine.

"Seriously Edward? Clothing in front of the door, sweetie? You're hardly the type to leave things lying around."

I look around Edward to see Esme with a basket in her arm against her hip, and she's bent at the waist picking up my clothes from last night.

She stands and examines the clothing coming to an obvious conclusion.

"Well, these are definitely not yours." She raises a brow never once looking at Edward and me. She shrugs and still takes my pajamas and tosses them in the basket. "If you have anything else just bring it downstairs to the laundry room."

"Sure." Edward sits up, blocking my view and scratches the back of his head nervously. "Esme do you think you could maybe knock before-"

"Before I enter a room in my own home?" Esme asks, and I imagine her raising an eyebrow at Edward. He freezes, not knowing her well enough to know that she's joking. "I'll try harder to remember privacy and boundaries. It's not something I'm used to but of course, you're a boy so I understand things are different."

Edward's brows slant and in a small voice almost like a question he says, "Thank you."

I don't physically see Esme's smile because Edward is blocking my view, but her signature smile is in her voice when she responds sweetly, "Of course. Now make yourself decent and come down for breakfast. Your father is making pancakes."

Edward nods and glances down at me just as Esme says, "You too Bella," and leaves both Edward and me sitting there with wide eyes too stunned to speak.