A Kiss to Start A War
"Why would your mother ever tell you are anything less than spectacular?"
Bella shrugged again, having asked herself the same question over the years. Instead of having the chance to speak the reasons which were blatantly obvious to her, she felt Edward take another step closer to her.
Breath seized in her throat.
Her heart skipped a beat, and then another.
Edward's soulful eyes stared at her, beseeching, communicating something that was both promising and frightening at the same time.
She took a breath and held it, the volume feeling like ice in her chest. For his mouth was on hers, slow and steady, soft and warm. Probing, and nothing more. Testing. Seeking approval.
She tilted her head in response.
She gave and inch and he took a mile.
Give a mouse . . . and all that.
His tongue tasted her lips, teasing.
She met his with a sparking wonder that made her feel something come alive that scared yet fascinated her.
His hands found her lower back, her his neck. Their bodies pressed against each others, and for one fleeting moment, she heard phantom Alice chime in about it being her third date and all the sexy times to follow, but Bella paid her imaginary harpy no heed.
Edward was kissing her, holding her, making her swoon in his arms.
And Bella Swan could feel herself melt. Third date? Yeah, she could see it happening.
Short. Sweet. Lemons won't be, though ;) Ya'll know those are my fav!