Author's Note: (Crys) I only wrote half of this story. Jenna, pen name DragonGirl323, is the author of the chapters from Edward's POV; she contributed all of Edward's dialogue; & she gets beta credit for this as well. Also, I want to thank her again for all of her contribution and all of the fun!

I immediately picked up on the light warning in the undercurrent of her thoughts, but couldn't stop the thrill of excitement that shot through me at her soft vocalization and molded our mouths more firmly together. "Would you be surprised to discover that I'm just as insatiable?" I shot back against her lips without a second thought.

She smirked at me, her darkened eyes flashing playfully. "You might think so now, but you've barely had a taste," she murmurs, running the tip of her finger across my bottom lip. "I believe with absolute certainty that I can spend even the most resilient of men."

"Frankly, I wouldn't mind indulging further," I replied with a grin. I drifted my hand back down her body agonizingly slow and snaked it around her waist, placing it on the base of her back. I chuckled and held her gaze captive in mine, arching an eyebrow. "Oh, is that a challenge, Esme?"

A coy smile stretched across her mouth as I pulled her body against mine, her hand wrapping firmly around my bicep. "Since you are obviously up to it, then yes, it is. I'll let you know when I'm completely, incomparably satisfied," she told me, her voice a low, seductive whisper.

"I'll hold you to that," I murmured, brushing my lips against hers as I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me so her legs were snugly straddling my waist.

I sucked in a sharp, involuntary breath through my nose as she fully opened her mind to me, her thoughts blooming in my head like flowers exposed to the first rays of the morning sun, and I cupped her face with both of my hands, searing my lips to hers in a hungry kiss. A strained growl forced its way up my throat at the raw potency of her thoughts, practically losing myself in her mind, and her desire for me surged, the sensation of it crawling across my skin like a sentient being. I bucked my hips, grinding my pelvis roughly into hers to let her know exactly what I wanted, and she moaned, the sound laced with deep seated longing.

I dropped my hands to her waist and lifted her just enough to slide inside her, her body sheathing me like a tailor made suit. She broke her mouth away from mine and threw her head back, sighing in ecstasy as she sank onto me. My eyes drank in her naked body, admiring the way her alabaster skin looked in the semi-darkness of the room, the orange glow of the lamp in the corner illuminating her lithe form beautifully.

Touch me, her mind begged, those two words ricocheting around inside my skull like shrapnel.

I was only too happy to oblige.

I slid my right hand up her stomach and cupped it around her breast, gently kneading the supple flesh, and earned another pleased sigh. I closed my eyes, my head lolling back against the arm of the couch, and groaned. The black expanse behind my eyelids that had been so drab and lifeless before was suddenly illuminated with bright sprays of color as her thoughts continuously poured into my mind without pause.

I was focused so intently on her thoughts, in fact, that I clamped my hands around her hips and ground into her ferociously the instance the desire to feel me move within her had formed. She gasped, her mouth falling open, and my name began cycling through her head in soft, seductive whispers that made me writhe beneath her. I smirked wickedly, my eyes still closed, as she leaned over me, hooking her hands around my shoulders, and inexplicably tore the reigns of control away from me. I opened my eyes, locking my darkened gaze on hers, and ran my hands up the length of her body, moving gradually.

She shivered, dragging in a shuddering breath, and rocked her hips against me hard. I growled and anchored my hands around her shoulders for more leverage, bucking my hips into hers violently. The frame of the couch groaned beneath us and I was suddenly reminded of her warning not to break it. My concentration temporarily broken, I glanced sideways, spying the decorative throw rug, and an idea sparked inside my mind. Without missing a beat, I moved my arms, wrapping one securely around her waist and reaching the other down to brace against the floor, then slid off the couch, keeping our bodies connected.

Her thoughts swirled with confusion for a moment before she giggled and leaned over me with a pleased smile. "Well played."

We picked up right where we left off before our short trip down to the living room carpet and our collective sighs and groans reverberated through the air around us as we melted together, becoming something completely new. My eyes were locked on her form as she hovered above me, gyrating her hips back and forth eagerly, hypnotized by the gentle undulations of her muscles as they moved beneath her skin. I closed my eyes, losing myself in her blissful, erotic thoughts. All too soon passion filled cries burst from our mouths, and as we laid there, clutching each other's shuddering bodies tightly, I suddenly picked up on the thoughts of someone I didn't expect. My eyes widened, my body going completely still.

"Edward?" Esme questioned, her eyebrows pinching together as she studied my expression, confusion seeping into her thoughts.

I lurched forward, rising to my feet and pulling her with up me in the blink of an eye. "Carlisle. He's almost home."

Those four simple words that usually succeeded in brightening Esme's entire mood suddenly left her scrambling frantically. She gasped, her mind vacating of all coherent thought for a few milliseconds, before we both jumped to action, flitting about the room as we collected our strewn about clothing. We were two blurs of white as we streaked back to our rooms to make ourselves presentable for when Carlisle came inside. Esme's thoughts were a whirlwind of activity and I couldn't help but cringe at how sharp they were. She was worried about a multitude of things, but, namely, she was concerned with what she would tell Carlisle if and when he noticed how heavy my scent was on her.

I focused as I redressed, fixing my hair in the mirror, and wondering if I should make myself scarce. Just as I was considering to fake a hunting trip even though I wasn't thirsty, Esme's voice drifted to me from the other side of the house.

"I'm still not satisfied, Mr. Cullen," she told me, her voice low.

I groaned inwardly, squeezing my eyes shut. There'll be no living with her now, I thought, snorting in amusement, knowing she would hear me.

As I listened to Carlisle's Mercedes pull into the garage, I knew that facing him would be near impossible after being with his wife not once, but twice in the span of an hour. Just the thought of staring him in the face and reading his oblivious musings about Esme and how much he missed her while he was at work was enough to make me feel like a human experiencing being sick to his stomach. I buried my hands in my hair and growled in frustration, fleeing from my room when I heard Carlisle come inside.

I landed soundlessly on the forest floor, shoving my hands into my pockets as I walked away from the house without glancing back. Carlisle's words rang in my ears as he greeted Esme, telling her how sorry he was for having to cancel on her and then noticing how she was dressed. She'd put the clothes back on that she was wearing when I found her in the living room because she hadn't exactly had enough time to pick out an entirely new outfit. His thoughts immediately turned south and I had to force myself to continue walking at a leisurely pace even though I wanted to sprint out of range of their voices and thoughts as swiftly as I could in case they went to bed together.

I couldn't help the sigh of relief that pushed out of my lungs when she refused his advances, saying she wanted to take a shower. My steps immediately halted, though, when I heard that her time with me was running on repeat in the back of her mind. I stared with an unfocused gaze at the forest laid out in front of me, perplexed that she would still be thinking so obsessively about me. I shifted uncomfortably, my shoes crunching in the snow, as I realized I was thinking about her just as much. Her scent, the soft exhalations that escaped her full, luscious lips as I touched her, the silky perfection of her skin…

I ground my teeth together, squeezing my eyes shut, as I attempted to force those traitorous thoughts out of my mind. There was no rhyme or reason to the sensations I was experiencing. A small part of me almost couldn't believe that I had really done something so unbelievably brash. I wanted more than anything to think that I had been possessed by some unseen force so I could shift the blame off of myself, but I shook my head violently, knowing deep down that I could never do that to Esme.

An image of Bella's heartbroken expression once she caught wind of my treachery – which she would, there was no question about that – suddenly flew into the forefront of my mind and I fisted my hands in my hair again, threatening to tear the strands out by their roots. How could I have done this to her? She was everything to me; she'd gone to hell and back for me and this is how I repaid her for her unyielding loyalty? Esme's frantic thoughts broke through my despair, pounding against the inside of my skull relentlessly, and I almost got to the point where I was ready to begin clawing at my head in hopes of boring the images out. Carlisle's blissfully unaware state of mind was the icing on the cake and I could handle it no longer.

I began moving forward again, hopelessly desperate to get out of range of their thoughts, when I was unceremoniously blindsided by something so shocking that it shook me to my very core, causing me to stagger as though I'd spontaneously been turned back into a human. I turned to look over my shoulder, staring back at the Cullen house with wide, unbelieving eyes. The faint desire that I had just picked up on inside Esme's mind left me completely unprepared and at a loss for what to do or even think. There was no way for me to describe it properly.

She wanted more than just occasional sexual encounters with me, and I didn't know if I wanted it to go that far.

I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to look away from the house, and disappeared into the night. I had no idea where I was going, but I needed to get away from there before I did something I would regret.

Author's Note: (Jenna) "I'd like to give everyone that read and reviewed this collaboration a huge thank you! I had an unbelievable amount of fun writing this with Crys and some of my best writing has come out of it. This pairing has become a new personal favorite of mine and I can't wait to bring all of you more Edward/Esme goodness! Stay tuned! If you haven't put Crys on your author alert, please with sugar and a cherry on top go do it! Thank you again!"