A/n: Lalalalala

Disclaimer: Not mine, definitely not mine, Twilight is not mine, etc.

Chapter 4

Bella POV

Rose was ecstatic about taking me shopping, and Jacob was going to fix my car later that evening. I was sitting at the counter, seeing as we apparently had no customers, and was reading one of my own books. Life was good.

It might seem vain to read my own books, but sometimes I couldn't resist. Just looking at the text on the page made me grin with pride. I wrote this, I always thought to myself, me! It was a great accomplishment, I thought, and so I kept reading, and re-reading the novels that had evolved from my own mind.

"That's one of my favourites", a velvety voice came from behind me, and I felt someone press in next to me, and lean over my shoulder to read the words. It was Edward. I fought back an 'I know', and turned back to smile slightly at him.

"Why?" I asked, innocently. I truly was interested in what my fans thought - especially Edward. I expected that I'd incorporate whatever he said into my next book.

"Well", he started, looking a little thoughtful, "I like the writing style, of course, and also the way the author gets into the male mind - seeing as she's a woman. Plus I really like the duel narrative, and the flashback scenes. Oh yeah, and the author gets in all these really great love scenes…but they're actually really sexy, because they're just so restrained. Every little touch is important. I think that's kind of clever."

He leant away from me, and reached over to straighten up a pile of the week's best sellers that were sitting on the counter for people to pick up.

"What do you like about it?" he asked me, and I looked carefully at the text on the page. I didn't really know what to say.

"It's a book?" I said, and it sounded more like a question than an answer to me. I felt a little stupid, until he threw his head back and laughed, then I felt proud.

More proud than when my first book was released. I'd managed to make Edward Cullen laugh. That was going on my CV…

"Heh, sounds like you, Isabella", he muttered, and gave me a small smile. His beautiful eyes were bright, and I felt myself melting.

But more than that, I was absolutely desperate for him to touch me.

Not that him touching me much would be a good idea; since I wasn't wearing any underwear, it'd actually be a terrible idea. I blushed when I remembered this little titbit.

He looked at me strangely, as my cheeks turned red. I quickly turned back to my book, letting a curtain of my hair falling between us.

"What's the matter?" I heard him ask, and then I felt his fingers push back my hair, and blushed harder.

"Nothing", I squeaked back at him, and he chuckled a little.

"What are you thinking, Isabella?" he crooned into my ear.

"Nothing", I squeaked again, sure I was about to turn purple…or blue…or just a really, really, really dark red.

Then I dropped my book. In a moment I'd dropped down to grab it, but my fingers never found it, instead, they landed on cool skin; Edward had gotten there first. My eyes snapped up to meet his, which were darker than usual - burning with intensity.

Then his eyes flickered down to my lips, and he leant forwards.

Is this-?

Is he going to-?

"Excuse me?" Called a horrid, nasal voice from above. I stood quickly, and came face to face with a tall blonde.

"How…how can I help you?" I asked, trying to act normal, and as if my face wasn't a beacon of red. I noticed Edward hadn't gotten up, but was sitting happily on the floor, looking up at something.

The woman brought my attention back to her, by thrusting a collection of books at me.

"I want these", she said, and I began to rack up the price for her. There were five books; all of them had the word 'sex' in the title. Classy.

I'd just finished scanning the books when my heart almost stopped; a finger was tracing patterns on the bare skin of my left leg, working slowly upwards.

"That'll be…twenty seven dollars, seventy five please", I said, trying to maintain my composure, as the finger reached my thigh, and another hand made it's way up my other leg; this one caressing the skin with a palm.

"Here", the woman tossed some money at me. I quickly counted it up, and gave her the change, her receipt, and her bag of books.

"Have a nice day", I croaked out, and watched as she excited the shop. Then I tried to turn around, but found myself being yanked downwards instead.

Right into the lap of Edward Cullen himself.

His arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt my heart beating at a hundred miles an hour or so.

"Edward", I muttered, "what are you-?"

And then his lips were on mine.

Hard, dominating. I felt his tongue flick across my bottom lip, and moaned loudly. My mouth opened, and his tongue slipped in, and brushed against mine. I moaned again, and reached up to twist my hands into his hair. I kissed him back with enthusiasm.

"Bella", he groaned out, pulling back for air. Then he began to attack my neck. "God…Bella…no idea how long…wanted…fuck."

I could barely make out the words he was murmuring against the skin of my neck. His cool lips left trails of fire wherever they touched. He reached my pulse-point, and his tongue slipped out of his mouth and pressed against it. It took all I had not to scream out in pleasure.

He wrapped one of his arms around me tightly, pulling me close to his stomach, as he kissed my pulse, over and over again.

"Fuck", he muttered softly again, and his other arm left me to reach behind himself, I watched, my view hazy, as he pulled the phone from the doc behind him, and pressed the first extension button. He shoved the thing next to his ear, and when somebody picked up, his lips left my neck for long enough to announce that somebody needed to take over the counter, before shoving the thing back down, and finding my bare skin again.

Then he shoved me away from him, before getting up, and yanking me up after him. He gripped my wrist in his hand, and pulled me out from behind the counter, and along behind him. I couldn't even bring myself to talk, let alone protest.

This was what I'd wanted since I'd started working here, after all.

Edward POV

Every dirty, lustful thought that had found it's way into my mind since I first saw Isabella were now overflowing into reality. I'd pinched myself several times since the morning, and I was aware that this was now definitely not a dream.

For years I'd not been able to lay a finger on the woman, because for some reason, I had a mental block against doing so. I never wanted to treat her the same way as I treated others; but the mental block appeared to have been smashed down with a sledgehammer, the moment I took a chance and looked up Isabella's skirt from the floor.

I'd been right. She wasn't wearing any fucking underwear. I almost came on the spot.

I restrained myself, and traced her gorgeous milky white legs with my hands. Her skin was soft under my rough palms, and I suddenly wanted to touch her absolutely everywhere.

I knew even that would never be enough.

But I also knew that I had to have this woman, now. I'd never wanted, or needed anything more. Nirvana was in my sights.

So I pulled her down to me, and kissed her gorgeous, sweet, pink lips; and was shocked and ecstatic when she kissed me back. Her moans were the most beautiful sounds I'd ever heard.

"Bella", I'd said, barely able to form her name, "God, Bella, you have no idea how long I've wanted to…ahh…fuck".

I groaned the words against her beautiful, slim neck. She tasted sweet, and the hair that spilled around her shoulders smelt like strawberries. Her scent made me harder than I was before - which I wouldn't have thought possible.

"Fuck", I groaned once more, unable to think about any more appropriate words. I realised that I needed to get her to my office. I needed her spread out on my desk; naked. Soon. I reached behind me and grabbed the phone under the counter. I dialled the extension line, and barked at somebody to get down to the counter. Then, rougher than I intended, I forced Bella off me so that I could move. Then I dragged her away and down the corridor.

I heard her deep breaths behind me. She wanted this too; I knew she did.

Somehow, in my lust-clouded haze, I managed to usher into my office, lock the door behind us, and shove her up against the door. I attacked her mouth again with my own; I couldn't get enough of her sugary taste.

When I had to pull away from her for air once more, I pulled her away from the door, in favour of pulling her body closer to me. My right hand found it's way to her slender waist, and I pulled her flush against me. My left hand gently fisted her hair, and, when we both had our breath back, I brought my lips back down to cover hers; cradling the back of her head. Her left arm gripped my bicep, and her right held my shoulder. Her perfect breasts were tight against my chest.

My heart was beating about three hundred miles an hour.

Keeping our bodies as close as possible, I slowly started to move backwards, pulling Bella with me, our lips still pressed against each other's; and our tongues battling together. I felt the back of my thigh come into contact with the desk, and broke away from the best kiss I'd ever had.

My right hand held on tighter to her waist, but I carefully unwound my left from her hair, and reached over to shove the paperwork from my desk, and onto the floor. Then I turned back to the brown haired beauty, and lifted her up onto the mahogany wood of my workspace. She looked perfect there; bruised, red lips, messy brown locks cascading around her shoulders, and her lovely chest moving up and down as she panted: Her breasts delectable.

The lustful monster in me took over completely, and, as I reached forwards to place a sweet kiss on her lips, my hands reached out and yanked her skirt up and around her hips: leaving her bare below. Her little hands twisted into my hair, and tugged, earning her a moan from me, before I pulled away a little, and looked down between her milky thighs.

"Perfect", I managed to croak, on sight of her sex. She was beautiful all over.

I once again pressed out lips together, before parting hers, and tempting her tongue out to dance with mine once more. When I'd finally penetrated her mouth once more, I began to run my hands up and down her lovely legs. I quickly found her knees, and pushed them even further apart; now that her tight skirt wasn't constricting her movements.

I felt myself moaning with her as my fingertips traced a trail up towards her most private place; ghosting along the insides of her thighs. Her hands tightened in my hair, pulling an embarrassing mewing sound from my mouth, as I finally pushed my hands up towards my target.

Then finally, one moment before I touched the place I was so desperate to explore, somebody rapped loudly on the door.

The haze I was in cleared around me, and I suddenly realised exactly what I'd been doing with Bella, who sat, cheeks flushed, lips bruised, hair mussed, and with her skirt up around her waist, on my desk.

"Fuck", I managed to whisper softly, before reaching over and pulling Bella's skirt back to where it had been, as somebody rapped on the door again.

"Edward!" A high pitched voice shrilled from the other side of the door. "I know you're in there! Let me in!"

"Just a second!" I yelled back, before turning back to Bella, whose head was hung, as she ran her hands through her chocolate strands, trying to make herself look a little more presentable.

I opened my mouth and closed it a couple of times, with nothing coming out; before gulping. I had no idea what to say in such a situation. I knew I had just blown any chance I had with Bella, but I couldn't figure out what I should have said then. I wanted to salvage anything I could from such a situation.

"Take the rest of the day off", I heard myself croaking, before fleeing the room, and running right into the pixie that was my little sister.

I'd just absolutely fucked up the best thing in my life.

A/n: Mm. Review? Not sure if this was very good. Personally…I thought the end was a bit off…