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I wonder if Bella would ever have it in her to do something like this, I like to think she would…

EPOV

Chapter 40

Impromptu

Apparently, this was all the encouragement that we needed because the next several weeks were like a page ripped out of an erotic novel. I started seeing Bella in a completely different way. I had always been attracted to her; I was a man after all. There had been many times, even before all of this that I would catch myself straying away from her face as she spoke and focusing on her hips, her tight stomach, her chest. There were plenty of times I had done that; rarely did she catch me though. But now, it was as if I had a completely different set of eyes in my head. I chased after her like a dog in heat, blatantly, ..worse.

It was a Saturday morning and I was in the den, playing something on my guitar, when a rush of steam filled the upstairs hallway and invaded every aspect of personal space I had. She had just taken one of her world famous long winded showers. The smell that filled the whole upstairs was suffocating, all floral and sweetness and twice as potent because of the thickness in the air. I continued to play, trying not to get distracted. I heard the bathroom door open and the goddess emerged. She was wrapped tightly in a towel, water beading up and glistening on her shoulders, and her dark, wet hair cascaded around her heart shaped face. She caught me staring at her, my mouth was practically agape and she gave me a shy smile as she walked down the hall to our bedroom. I watched her walking away from me, staring at her shapely legs and I thought for sure that I would have to find whoever invented the treadmill and throw myself in front of them and kiss their feet in gratitude someday. She dropped something, an article of clothing, and bent over to pick it up, causing the towel to ride up a little. I saw more leg, and it slipped a little, revealing part of her back. She smiled again shyly and hurried into the bedroom to change.

I fought with myself for a moment, trying to remember the music I had been playing, but forgot it all completely. I threw down the guitar and literally, ran down the hallway, slamming the bedroom door nearly off its' hinges behind me. I grabbed her face and practically jammed my tongue down her throat I was so turned on. She started giggling and responded just as eagerly. The towel was off in seconds.

Everything went downhill from there. We couldn't keep our hands off each other; we put Emmett and Rosalie to shame. Both of us were to blame, I would be on my way to class and I would get a text message that said one word; CAR, and then I would turn on my heel, ditch class and meet up with her in my backseat. The classes we had together were excruciating, the tension was tangible between us as we would sit like children with our hands in our pockets and then about ten minutes before class ended, I would text her; BATHROOM. I'd watch as her face would flush in anticipation and my mouth would simultaneously get dry. One time when we met up in the bathroom, there were other women in there, fixing their makeup or adjusting their hair and we didn't even bother stopping. I just turned my head at them while Bella bit my lip and pulled on my shirt and smirked darkly at them. They left shortly after that.

It was starting to become a game for us, how impromptu we could be with our physical relationship, and the more inappropriate it was the better. We got thrown out of bars, restaurants, theaters. I ambushed her in the garage when she got home from school one day on top of my Volvo. She would interrupt me when I was making dinner, we'd go to the gym, come home and shower together, Tanya's pool table and practically every piece of furniture in our house had been marked by us. There was even a point when Emmett and Rosalie came out to visit and ended up staying with the Denali clan because we were so obnoxious. Our grades suffered slightly, we skipped more classes, slept in more, it was undeniably reckless and irresponsible, but we didn't care, it was new, and we were having fun, besides we only had a month or two left of school anyways, then we'd have to go back to Forks and our privacy would be gone. We were actually considering staying in Alaska over the summer, not because of our new pastime, but just because we had grown very accustomed to the life we had created together and neither one of us were ready to give it up.

This lifestyle we had begun to lead lasted for about a month, and then we decided to take it down a notch. Our lives became more normalized again and we held the nymphomania at bay. By no means did we stop, we just did it less frequently, and, less publicly. With the exception of the occasional quickie between classes.

It was late April, school and finals would be over in a month and a half, so now, crunch time had set in. Bella and I both had truckloads of schoolwork due, projects, final exams, papers; we were both working very hard. I sat in the bedroom, listening to a CD and reading some text book for class, my eyes were beginning to get very heavy, and I still needed to get ready for bed. I decided I could read and outline one more chapter before I seriously lost all competencies.

I sighed and stretched my back, readjusted into a cross legged position against the pillows and hunched over my books. I would need a chiropractor before sophomore year even started for sure. I heard the stairs creaking in the hallway; Bella was probably getting ready to come to bed. So much for that last chapter, I thought to myself, snapping the cover onto my highlighter. I stretched again and flipped through the book.

Bella walked into the room, to my surprise, carrying a bottle of red wine and two glasses. She had already dressed for bed, wearing black shorts and a fitted black t-shirt, I also happened to notice that she had gotten her nails done, hands and toes in a deep red color, very attractive. My tiredness was starting to wear off.

"Hello love." I said raising an eyebrow in speculation at her with a slight inflection in my tone.

"Hi!" She said brightly, setting down the bottle and the glasses on the bedside stand. She apparently had already opened the bottle downstairs, because all she did was pull the cork out and begin pouring. She smiled warmly at me and handed me a glass.

"To what do I owe all of this?" I asked skeptically.

She smiled more widely at me and opened up the drawer of the bedside stand and pulled out a single cupcake with a candle in it, which she promptly lit with a lighter she had in the drawer as well. I watched with curiosity as she lit a couple of candles that were scattered around the room as well.

She handed the cupcake to me and said sweetly, "happy birthday Edward."

"What?" I asked, confused, looking at the calendar on the bureau, April 23rd, my mortal birthday, she remembered. I had mentioned it to her once before in a drunken stupor, I didn't think she'd actually remember it. I smiled crookedly looking at the single burning candle sticking out of the cupcake that was starting to drip colored wax. "Nobody's ever done this for me before," I said in quiet awe.

"Get used to it." Bella said, now sitting beside me and patting my leg lovingly, she looked positively thrilled to be sitting next to me. "Make a wish."

I looked at her stupidly, and she gave me an encouraging nod. I shut my eyes and blew it out, making the first birthday wish I had made in over eighty years.

"What'd you wish for?" She probed.

I set down the makeshift birthday cake and sipped the wine she had given me, letting it swirl a little bit under my tongue. New Pony, by Bob Dylan played lowly in the background. "I can't tell you that or else it won't come true." I teased, that much I knew about birthdays.

"What if I guess?" She asked mischievously.

"It would take you a hundred years to figure it out." I teased.

"Really?" She asked. She quickly swilled down the rest of her wine and set the glass on the table. The bluesy guitar solo of the song was coming up. Her feet were on the floor but she quickly slipped them up on the bed, stretching them out before her and touching her ankle seductively. She tossed her hair forward and grinned at me. I had no idea what she was up to.

I quickly took another sip of my wine and sat back further against the pillows. She pulled herself up and off the bed suddenly, walking, no, strutting around to the foot of it, where two wrought iron posts stuck up straight in the air. I swear, if she…oh my god, she was, she was really going to do it.

She grabbed the post on the right and dropped her head, arching her back, she turned and smiled wickedly at me and slid herself down the post, landing in a squatting position close to the pine floor. Then she pulled herself back up and let herself lazily swing forward and hopped up on the bed, landing on her knees. Bella moved to the left pole on the opposite side of the bed and faced it like it was a person. My mouth went dry as she moved up the pole, letting her bottom lip slide along it slowly. She thrust herself up against it, and dropped her torso back and looked at me upside down and sunk back down on her heels. I had no idea she was so flexible, where did she learn how to do that? I took another sip of my drink, in a feeble attempt to get some back some of the moisture I was rapidly losing. I swallowed hard and couldn't take my eyes off her; she slowly slipped her tightly fitting black shirt over her head and tossed it behind her shoulder at me, turning to reveal some kind of lacey, push up bra that barely covered her. I was in my glory; I felt my heartbeat pick up steadily and sat back even further against the pillows.

I must have looked terrified, because Bella's steamy, swaggering, expression turned amused for a second as she laughed softly at me. I think at that point I was holding a pillow against me because I didn't know what else to do with my hands. I had to keep them occupied because if I didn't I would have taken her by now and I wasn't ready for her to stop, not yet at least.

She crawled toward me, purposely knocking all of my school things off the bed, sending them clattering onto the floor in her wake. She kissed me hard, aggressively unbuttoning my shirt in the process. I went to put my arms around her and pull her against me, but she pinned them back, grinning darkly at me. I surrendered, and without warning, she lowered her face into my lap. Well this was highly unexpected; I didn't want her to feel like she needed to…oh my God. I needed to grab something, now. I gripped the headboard behind me, to steady myself, my knuckles went white, if I were still immortal and this was happening, I would have snapped the wrought iron into pieces. My eyes literally rolled back into my head and I couldn't catch my breath, my throat burned. I wanted her so badly, but I didn't want her to stop, but I needed her, but she felt so good…But I had made my decision, I pulled her up and flipped her onto her back, throwing myself on top of her. She laughed the most beautiful laugh; I crushed my pelvis against her and nearly dislocated both of my shoulders pulling my shirt off.

I leaned in to kiss her and with a wide grin she asked me in a sultry voice, "so did I guess your birthday wish right?"

I smiled crookedly at her, which I knew she loved and replied, "actually, you weren't even close." She pouted at me and I whispered to her, "I wanted a new set of tires for my car. But I suppose this is just as good."