…'Meyer' made the mold…but we are all here to break it…lol…
Chapter 16
JESUS CHRIST she's beautiful!
Closing the door to the passenger side of his Land Rover after helping Bella safe inside, Edward rounded the front and couldn't help but smile at what was obviously a serious effort to drive him crazy the entire evening. Bella cleaned up real good. Like, really good.
He had arrived at her front door five minutes early in an attempt to show a little bit of his eagerness for this date to begin. And when Bella let him inside her foyer he froze dead in his tracks at the sight before him.
One word: Stunning.
"Um," Bella's face flamed at the look in his eyes, "Edward, you are not supposed to scare the shit out of me before we actually leave for our date."
His eyes moved down to her feet. Silver.
"Mmm."
Did he just growl?
Shaking his head a little to clear the haze of sudden overwhelming lust, he gave a devilish smile and reached out his left hand to hers, twirling her around slowly as he spoke appreciatively, "Let me see what we have here, beautiful. You look amazing. So very sexy."
Edward let his eyes caress her everywhere, appreciating her dress of a deep midnight blue, falling just above her knees, very feminine with a deep plunging neckline and just enough flowing fabric to drive him insane with little peaks of soft skin and enticing curves. Her hair was straightened and worn up in a classy high ponytail showing off her delicate neck. She wore strappy heals that tied in a black bow around her ankles in a very sinful way, with a pointed heal making her legs look so fucking sexy and slender and long as hell. Yeah, he was going to have a hard time not molesting her in public.
When he looked back up at her face it was obvious she liked what she saw as well. Her eyes were all over him. She was totally checking him out. He grinned.
"See something you like, B?"
"Maybe." She bit her lip.
He was dressed in charcoal slacks with a black V-neck cashmere sweater and shiny as fuck dress shoes. They sparkled. His sleeves were pushed up slightly, showing off strong forearms. Not to mention his sex-hair. Her fingers itched to touch. Jesus.
Look away from the pretty, Bella…look away.
Seeing her blush again, Edward couldn't help but take it up a notch and stepped a little closer, running his hands lightly down her bare arms to hold both of her hands, and whispered in her ear, "I like what I see, too, sweetheart…" his breath giving her goose bumps and making her shiver, "…a lot."
"Edward…," she trailed off in a mild whine, not knowing how to defend against his fuck-hotness.
He took a deep breath and stepped back then, because, let's face it, if they didn't leave right the fuck now, he would lose what willpower he barely had a grip on every time he was near her, and proceed to fuck her right where they stood. Or better yet, hard and fast right up against her front door.
Fuck!
He wondered if she was wearing panties or not. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra. Again.
She likes to torture the men-folk, I know it.
Clearing his throat, he continued, "Let's get out of here before I make an ass of myself."
Bella smirked at that, "You're already an ass, Edward, but you are well on your way to bigger and better problems…its Cow Head to the second degree!"
"Stop sweet talking me, B." He smiled at her over his shoulder as he led them out her front door. "What the hell is a 'Cow Head' anyway?"
Locking the front door, she replied, "No, no. That little tidbit is all mine."
Edward grabbed her hand again as they headed out for the night. Bella was finding that she really liked that. And she loved the attention he was giving her, opening car doors and such. No one had ever made these gestures for her before. It made her feel…feminine…special even.
And if he was leading then she could stare at his fine ass.
Edward drove them through town and towards one of his parents' favorite restaurants. Esme had insisted that he take Bella there, saying that it was exotic, seductive and extremely romantic for a first date night. He even made reservations for one of their private rooms so they would be secluded and up close and personal.
"So, where are you taking me for dinner?"
She watched his smile widen as he replied, eyeing her sideways, "Best Indian food around from what I hear. Esme's recommendation, Taj Palace."
Bella smiled back and teased, "You always let your mother plan your dates for you?" Knowing Esme had a hand in the events of this evening made her a little less nervous for some reason. Maybe Edward was really a mama's boy at heart.
"Every time if I know what's good for me."
She couldn't take her eyes off the man. He was too fucking sexy. He just exuded it.
And charm.
She watched his hand as he worked the gear shift...which led to watching his thigh as he pressed the clutch and gas pedals…which in turn lead to staring at his crotch where his pants had bunched up as he shifted. She could see the bulge of what had, not once but three times now, been right between her thighs.
Holy shit I want to touch it…
She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs, causing the hem of her dress to rise a little higher on her thighs. It was getting hot inside the car now. She cracked the window.
Suddenly Edward's hand was there on the exposed skin, warm and sliding just a little bit up her lower thigh, squeezing gently, the grin on his face just like the Devil's own.
Her pussy clenched.
"Edward!" Her hands instinctively covered his to stop his movements but his fingers gripped a little tighter. Her heart rate skyrocketed.
"Sweetheart, when you sit there and eye-fuck me the way you just did, I don't think you can blame my reaction."
His voice was low and husky as he squeezed again, loving how soft she was there. She would only be softer in other places.
"I was not eye-fucking you."
"Yes you were, B." He grinned at her but the look in his eyes spoke a whole other emotion. "We can always even up the score though if it makes you feel better. I know it would make me feel pretty fucking fantastic." Twisting his hand over, he grabbed her left one and moved it high up his thigh and trapped it there, then pressed his foot to the gas to flex his thigh muscles.
Bella gasped, smacking him on his arm in mock anger at his audacity. "You are awful, Edward Cullen! Is this what I have to look forward too during our entire date? Does your mother know how naughty you are?"
She had never been so horny in her life.
Reluctantly he removed his hand from hers on his thigh then, approaching the parking lot of the restaurant now and he needed to down-shift. His cock needed shifting, too.
He couldn't help his laugh as he saw her move both hands to sit on top of them. "My mother knows just how naughty I can be, B. She raised me after all. And anyway, you know you love it. In fact, I bet I can make you jump my bones before the night is over. I know there's no way in hell that I can keep my hands off of you looking like that." His challenge almost made her faint. Christ she was in trouble.
Pulling into a spot up front, he killed the engine and turned to face her, serious now as he moved his hand to her chin and turned her to look at him. "Look, B. All games aside, I want you to know that I have the best intentions for us this evening. I promise to be good but you have to promise not to shut me out. Let's just have fun." His green eyes bore into hers with their sincerity. If she didn't know better she would think he was a bit worried.
He's right of course. Thoughts flitted though her mind from earlier today at Jane's boutique…
…doesn't mean you can't have some fun with him…it's been so long for you…you need to remember that you have had a crush on that man for years…now he is paying attention to you…don't pass up your golden opportunity…
Finding courage, her eyes focused on his. She smiled wide and spoke, "Let's do this! Feed me, now. And if you are a good boy you might get a reward later."
Edward's eyes widened with surprise. "No that's just mean, B. How am I supposed to walk into that restaurant sporting the hugest erection in history?" He had no choice but to palm himself to relieve some of the tension.
She watched his hand adjusting his cock and heat flushed her from head to toe. "Sucks to be you."
"Actually, no it doesn't. I feel pretty awesome right now. And you, Miss Swan, are quite something. Let's eat."
xxCSxx
After being seated, of course with Bella leading the way in an attempt to block his little (cough) problem, Edward had insisted on ordering everything for them himself. He explained that he knew what he was doing and she just needed to trust him and let him spoil her tonight. She'd agreed. It was impossible not to when he made it so irresistible.
They were sitting on low floor cushions on the same side of a wood table beautifully carved with elephants and Indian farm scenes all around the edge. Oil lamps hung low from the ceiling of their tiny private room, with exotic scented candles inside each one lighting the space nice and low. He was laying it on very think. She loved it.
…sweeping and wooing…
Edward ordered a nice spiced Indian wine as well as the Maharani Dinner for two, consisting of three courses of eleven different appetizers, main dishes and dessert…including Bella's favorite, Saag Paneer.
It was the best date Bella had ever enjoyed, and Edward was a dream, really.
Smart, considerate, sweet, sexy…and funny.
They talked on almost everything…school memories, food, movies…even books. He was making it very easy for her to want to jump his bones, indeed.
"This was so, so good, Edward. I could eat Indian food all day long."
Pushing her saucer of Badame Kheer away, she reached for her wine and took another sip of the lovely elixir, then turned a bit more towards Edward on the floor cushion and watched as he ate his last bite of the sweet almond rice pudding…then chewed...and swallowed.
God his neck was going to kill her dead, she knew it. Swallowing should not look like that…like…EVER. It was so base somehow.
Carnal even.
She wanted to bite him right on his sexy fucking trachea. Then suck. Her body kept leaning a little closer to him.
Fuck…I must be a little tipsy from this awesome wine…or maybe it's just Edward…
.
.
.
"Did you just sniff me, B?"
"You said I could, remember?"
"Oh, I remember alright, and you're not playing fair." He pressed his cheek to hers.
"Look who's talking Mr. Sexy-Kill-Me-Dead-Neck."
Huge fucking grin.
"Mr. Sexy-Kill-Me-Dead-Neck? Somehow I like that, B. Your neck is sexy, too."
Leaving her nose planted under the back of his jawline, Bella reached up with her free hand and raked her fingers across the back of his neck and into his sex-hair, scratching a little.
She thought she heard him mutter something but it was unclear. "Mhm. Mine must be nice 'cause you can't keep your nose away from it, either." Her lips brushed his neck then, tongue tasting him there just a little.
Spice.
"Fuck, B…you're making it very hard."
"It needs to be hard, Edward…rock hard. And yours gets the hardest, I know."
…groan…
"I meant you are making it hard to be good, sweetheart."
Sniff…vanilla…
Edward's hand moved to squeeze her thigh, which, now that she had shifted her weight to one hip, was just within his reach. He moved it up to her waist and right to his new favorite spot just under the curve of her breast.
Fuck, it had tempted him all night where he could see the curve of each breast between that fucking low as hell dip in her dress.
"Good can lead to bad, Edward. And…I am thinking about being…bad."
She is going to kill me…
"You just took us from PG-13 right up to X rated, Miss Swan." He smiled into her neck and slid his palm to cup her breast, letting his thumb rub back and forth, light and slow right over her peaked nipple.
No fucking bra…I knew it…
His cock twitched. She moaned against his neck.
"You like that, sweetheart?" She was so fucking soft and warm…and all over him at the moment.
She pulled his hair a little with her fingers, and whispered in his ear, "Fuck yes I do. I love it when you call me sweetheart. It's so fucking sexy."
"Mmm. Well, I have been thinking about being bad for six fucking days…sweetheart."
She bit him then…right under his jaw…and instinctively tried to move her thigh to drape across his bent one.
"Oh, Jesus! Fuck, B. We need to stop now or things might get a little embarrassing for the wait staff."
She released her teeth from his neck and moved back a bit to look at his face. The lids of his eyes could not get any lower…or sexier. He moved his hand from her breast and squeezed her hip hard.
Edward glanced down at her lips, wanting nothing more than to attack that pouty mouth of hers deeply…thoroughly.
"Edward…," she said not really knowing what she meant at that moment.
"We are leaving…now! Get your things."
"Okay."
Edward threw down a few large bills and helped Bella to her feet. She wasn't quick enough for his liking so he scooped up her belongings and practically dragged her towards the front door of the restaurant.
"Wait! Edward." She bit her lip at the pure lust on his face when he finally paused to face her. "I, um, need to visit the powder room first. Wine goes straight through me, apparently."
He smiled at her and took a deep breath, running his hand through his already messed up hair, trying to calm down.
Then he teased her, "Such a girl. Go. Meet me outside? I think I should get some air anyway."
"Okay."
"Oh, wait first. I have to give you something." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small plastic bag containing two small round red objects.
Bella looked up at him and grinned, smirking, "Trying to make up for something, are we?"
Edward smiled a goofy smile back, saying, "You have no idea. And it couldn't hurt, Bella."
She took one piece as he offered it to her, and with that they parted and Bella headed through the sheik bar and into the restroom to freshen up. Her smile could not get any bigger. Upon exiting the private stall, she approached the vanity and looked at herself.
Holy shit…horny much?
It looked good on her.
She washed her hands and splashed her face a little, then dabbed the moister away and reapplied what little powder she wore and a fresh coat of lip gloss. Heading back out through the bar, she pushed open the front door and turned to step towards Edward's Land Rover.
Pain like she never felt before clenched her heart at what she witnessed then.
Edward.
Pressed over Lauren Stanley's gaudy fucking fake-ass body.
Her hands gripped his hair in fists. His own gripping her shoulders, fisting the fabric of her shirt so tight his knuckles were white.
And they were kissing.
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.
.
She…saw…red.
Pure fucking fury at her stupidity.
She should have known his was playing her. Her hands clenched into fists of utter rage.
She muttered something under her breath and took another step in their direction.
"…fucking Cow Head…ha!...fucking shit head more like it…"
She felt the tiny sugary candy being squished inside her right palm. The next thing she knew, her arm came back and then, aiming right at that fucker's head, she let it fly.
At the sound of Bella's voice, Edward forced his lips to break from Lauren's deceitful ones as he looked up in a panic.
A canon ball of red candy pegged him right in the center of his forehead.
…yeah…you fucking ass hole…
a/n… *looks around innocently*…wonder what could possibly happen in the next one…ha…as always, leave me some love…please please please…review review review…
xxx jess