A/N: Ready? ;)

BPOV

His lips are on mine the moment the door closes and I can't help but moan as the metal in his viper bite cuts into my lip.

His tongue finds mine forcefully and I grab onto his hair, pulling tightly on the ends and meeting his kiss eagerly.

He groans and breaks away seconds later, only to lick, bite and suck on my neck.

I'm panting, holding onto him for dear life and trying not to hump his freaking leg.

He slides his arms around my waist and bends down so he is eye-level with my chest.

"Fucking perfect, god damn lips and tits and...ungh...so fucking gorgeous…" he mumbles and shakes his head into my cleavage, making me laugh out loud.

He stops and looks up at me from his perch on my chest and smiles this huge freaking smile, showing all his teeth it seems.

I smile back at him of course, not able to help myself.

God, he's amazing.

Gorgeous.

Intense.

Funny.

Fuck.

"Tequila?" he asks, shaking me from side to side with him.

It's nice.

This is nice.

And he's so stinking cute, looking up at me all innocent like, when he's anything but.

"Got some salt and lemons?" I ask, peering down at him.

He fist pumps behind my back and kisses me quickly on the lips while I giggle at him.

Grabbing my hand, he leads me into his kitchen and it's then that I can finally get a good look around his apartment.

It's simple and exactly what you would expect out of an adult male that has fun.

Messy, but not overly so.

It's like a mixture of a homey feeling and a bachelor pad.

I don't notice anything incriminating, yet.

I sit at the bar in his kitchen while he retrieves the tequila from the freezer. Edward also grabs some lemon wedges and the salt, winking at me.

He sets it all in front of me, standing on the other side of the bar and smirks.

Studying me intently, his eyes roam over my face, neck and chest. His smirk widens and he shakes his head.

"What?" I ask, self-conscious of his intense gaze.

"God, you're something else, Bella."

He shakes his head, still smiling at me.

"What does that mean?" I push, biting down on my bottom lip and furrowing my brow.

His hand is on my chin instantly, lifting my head until my eyes are forced to meet his.

My face instantly relaxes and I feel like I can breathe again.

He pulls my lip free from my teeth with his thumb and places a lemon wedge there in it's place.

My breathing picks up as he grabs my hand, licking from my wrist, up my arm, to the inside of my elbow.

I shiver, feeling the granules of salt touch my skin as he pours them over the wet trail he left behind with his tongue.

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