So, weekends just aren't great for me. I actually have three mini humans and they can be quite demanding at times. Plus, here in the UK, it was a three day weekend so the kids were off for an extra day.

I just couldn't give this chapter the attention that it deserved, not only that but it was probably one of the more difficult ones to write.

Sorry about making you wait, especially after the way the last chapter ended.

I love you guys and your lovely reviews. If I haven't replied, then I will.

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I look into his eyes, the atmosphere is thick and heavy with sexual tension. Lust and want, thrum through my body. I lean into his hand that's still cupping my face and close my eyes briefly, before directing them back into his dark green eyes, which have gone almost feral. His words circle my brain, making me feel dizzy. I want this, but there's just one little thing.

"I want to have sex with you Edward, but I have a condition."

He smiles before one of his eyebrows shoots up. He looks mildly amused and surprised.

"Like what?" At least he's asking and seems intrigued, I hope that he'll consider this.

"I want to take it slow, I don't want it to all happen in one night."

"You want it to last longer than a whole night?" He laughs with his eyes wide, but I can tell that he knows what I mean. I punch him playfully on his arm. "I mean, I'm good but not that good." He mumbles through laughs as he tries to grab my flailing fists in one hand.

"I want to stretch it out. Start small. I don't like the thought of not seeing you again."

I lower my head so I don't have to look into his eyes after that little revelation. He's still holding both of my hands in one of his. I wait for him to reply.

"I can do that, or at least try. For you."

I breath out a sigh of relief, I honestly wasn't expecting him to agree. I was actually just waiting for him to bolt and leave an Edward shaped hole in the door.

"I've already said that I'd try anything, if you ask."

"Yes, but I know that you're more of a one time, kind of guy."

"Maybe I'm changing." He lets go of my hands.

"Are you a 'one girl at a time guy?'" I have to ask, this would be a firm no, otherwise.

I can't see any trace of the usual arrogance in his face as he looks down at me. I hold his gaze, surprised.

"I will be, if you offer the same courtesy to me."

I nod, blushing.

"So, shall we start this off? What do we aim for? We've done first base, a couple of times. How about second base?"

I can't help but smile, I feel stupidly happy that this is happening in a way that seems perfect. Maybe a little too perfect, but I shove that horrible thought back.

"Second base?" I whisper.

"Do you want to Google it? Make sure that we follow the rules?" I can tell that he's trying desperately not to laugh.

His mouth is so kissable and I love it when he's being playful. I grab his shirt and pull him to me, his lips mold to mine, perfectly.

Passion fills every sense as my body immediately responds to him. My whole being warms as his lips lazily drag against mine and it sends jolts of pleasure through me. He pulls at my bottom lip gently with his teeth and I can't stop the small moan, before it comes out. My embarrassment doesn't last long.

The hand that was around my back, steadies me as his mouth finds that spot just below my ear and he kisses me there. I shiver as a thrill runs through me, from his delicate touch.

I push my fingers into his soft hair as he pushes me back onto the couch, so I'm laying beneath him. He steadies his own weight as he carries on kissing my neck. One of his hands runs up along the outside of my leg, it makes me a little nervous as he reaches up under my dress. However his assault on my neck, which has descended to my collarbone is too intoxicating and I ache for that hand to go higher.

As though he can read my mind, his fingers trail along the edge of my panties, teasing and tantalising. He traces over the top of them and then dips down, between my legs.

He pushes against the barrier of my panties and his fingers gently trail over the whole area, my hips buck into his hand and I gasp at the contact. His other hand reaches up to the straps of my dress. He leans away and watches my eyes as he pulls the straps down over both shoulders.

My phone suddenly starts singing 'Happy' by Bruno Mars, loudly. I close my eyes and honestly feel like dying. Edward quirks an eyebrow.

"Want to answer that?"

I shake my head, vigorously. He smiles and we both hold our breath, waiting for the phone to shut the hell up. We laugh nervously as it stops, but before we can carry on, it starts up again.

He sighs and gets up, he walks over to my purse, picks it up and brings it to me. I thank him and delve inside to find the fucking thing.

I manage to dig it out and it's Rose. I turn it off and throw it back into my bag. Edward has sat down on the couch, next to me.

I grab him around the neck and straddle his lap, nothing is stopping my happy ending, as Alice would say. I push my lips up against his and I pull at his gorgeous bottom lip. He moans into my mouth and I love the sound of it. I grab at his hair and tug it as our mouths move together. Our tongues massaging each other.

I could, literally, kiss him every day for the rest of my life. I know this won't be a 'forever' kind of deal but I want to enjoy being with him for as long as I can stretch this out for. I just hope that I can let him go, when it inevitably ends.

He pulls down the straps of my dress and I feel him reach behind my back and expertly un-clasps my bra. I feel the cool air touch my nipples as it falls down.

I'm now sitting on Edward Masen's lap, completely naked, down to my waist. He pulls back and sits there looking at me. I should feel a exposed or embarrassed and I do a little bit but the way he's looking at me, it makes me bite my lip. It's almost like he's never seen tits before.

When he doesn't say or do anything for a moment I start to feel nervous, I can't tell what he's thinking. His arms are lax and resting at his sides.

"Um, is everything okay?"

"Fuck. Bella, you are beautiful."

It has to be the most erotic moment of my life and it's by far, the nicest thing a guy has ever said to me. He could've used any word, but he chose to call me beautiful. It emboldens me, so I pick up his hand and I nervously place it on me.

He's so gentle as he uses his fingers to touch and tease, finally ending up at my hardened nipple. He gently pinches it. The pleasure darts through me from his touch. He pulls my body towards him and he kisses me, there. I grab at his hair and I can't stop myself grinding down on him as he sucks and kisses.

He grazes his teeth against it and I push down harder, feeling his erection , looking for friction. He groans at the contact as he moves on to my other breast. He spends his time, lazily worshipping them. I carry on rubbing myself against him, until I feel the familiar build up of an orgasm. I'm gasping and trying to keep rhythm.

He must realise what's happening as he grips onto my waist and helps me by pushing me down onto him harder and faster.

I moan out as I feel myself come apart on top of him. I throw my head back and when it's over I collapse on top of him.

I can't believe that I just humped him, like a dog.

"Wow. You are so receptive, I'm going to have a lot of fun with you."

He runs his hands over my back as I fight to catch my breath. He doesn't seem to mind, in fact he looks kind of smug about it all.

"I think I'd better go and have a really, really cold shower."

"Is there anything, I can do. You, know. To help you?" I can't even get the words out that I want to use. Why does he get me so tongue tied?

"Although I probably could've come by doing that and having those fucking amazing tits in my face. It's more about you. Maybe we can cover that next time, though."

He kisses my nose and gently picks me up, he places me onto the couch next to him.

"I'm going to borrow your shower, then it's bed."

I get ready for bed in a bit of a daze. I snuggle under the covers and I'm half asleep when Edward comes out of the bathroom. I'm vaguely aware of his strong arms wrapping around me at some point and pulling me back, into him.

I wake up, being suffocated by Edward. He's somehow managed to end up with half of his body on top of mine. I'm completely pinned to the bed and I sigh as I resign myself to not being able to move. That's until I realise that I need to pee. Desperately.

I try to wiggle and burrow my way out. Eventually he grumbles and turns over so I quickly jump up and run to the bathroom. When I'm finished, I decide to cook us breakfast.

I skip into the kitchen happily, in just my huge tee and start getting everything out, ready to make eggs and bacon. As the eggs are cooking I hear a noise in Rose's room. I freeze in fear and grab up the frying pan that I was about to use and tip toe towards the door. I hear another noise and the door knob starts to turn. I pull my hand back with the frying pan, ready to crash it down onto their head.

Emmett walks out and on instinct, my hand swings towards him. He's quick though and grabs it before it connects.

"Woah, Bella! What the hell?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?" My heart is thumping painfully against my ribs and I clutch the frying pan against me, trying to calm it.

"Rose did try and call you, we got back late last night. Are you making food?" He looks over my shoulder, distracted and I remember that the eggs are still on. I run back to turn it off.

Emmett walks over to see what I'm cooking.

"Wow, are you having someone over for breakfast?"

I blush but thankfully he isn't looking at me, he's too busy staring at the huge skillet full of eggs.

"I always cook loads." I shrug.

Just at that moment I hear footsteps and Edward walks round the corner. Emmett is inspecting the eggs with his back to him and I'm standing there with wide eyes, trying to non verbally communicate with him, by waving my hand across my neck.

He just smiles widely and wiggles his eyebrows at me, before turning to go back to my room. As he turns, I realise that Rose is right behind him, staring and grinning. She doesn't say anything as he leaves, she just watches him walk off and then she returns her gaze to me.

"Oh hey baby, Bella's cooking breakfast."

"Oh that's lovely baby." She coos at him and winks at me.

She ends up dragging him back to the bedroom and I hurry off to mine, where Edward is sitting on the bed, freshly washed and dressed. I close the door and can't stop the nervous giggles from erupting from me. I whisper.

"I'm so sorry, it completely took me by surprise."

He shakes his head and smiles. He walks up to me and kisses me on the mouth.

"I'd better go."

"Thanks for staying." Weirdly I feel shy, which is only weird because of what we did last night. He holds my face in his hands and smiles sweetly at me.

"Anytime. Text me, okay?"

"Yes, I will."

He kisses me again before he opens the door, checking it's all clear, before he leaves.

Later while we are eating breakfast, Rose keeps staring at me, thankfully Emmett stays completely oblivious. He loves my eggs and ends up having three servings of them.

They tell me about their week away and it's plain to see that these two are completely made for each other.

Emmett gives Rose a lingering kiss and whispers into her ear, making her giggle, before leaving.

It's literally only seconds after he's left, before Rose turns to me.

"You have so much to tell me, Swan."