A/N: Thanks for your wonderful reviews, I love them :). Bella has some things to say…and more. See you at the end.

My body had never felt that sated. Never. It was like it had been asphyxiated and suddenly given blessed oxygen to bring it back to life. As I laid there on my bed, I couldn't help reliving the little scene with Edward and the memories of his lips devouring my neck, of his hips against mine, of his moans, made my belly clench deliciously. Desire burst again, only now I was alone. Had it happened to me with anyone else, I would have taken care of things myself. With him, I only wanted his hands on me, mine would be the impostor here.

I had gone back inside the club to find Heidi and introduce her to Alice and the girls. They had hit it off spectacularly and I'd been very grateful for her presence since I was million miles away and couldn't bring myself to focus. I think Alice was onto me but Heidi had deflected the attention on her and saved me from suspicion. I wouldn't have known what to say to explain my behavior. "Well, I just had the most intense orgasm of my life and realized I was madly in love with a 17-year-old." Yeah, that would have gone well.

My cell buzzed and I picked it up distractedly. It was probably Alice or Heidi, wondering if I had made it home in one piece. I almost fell from the bed when I read the message.

I called Heidi's café for your number. She gave it to me, hope you don't mind. I miss you. E

Have you ever seen a grown woman melt? It's not pretty. I tried to stay coherent and type a response that wouldn't be pathetically girly.

I miss you too. So much. B

Yes, I failed.

I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Do you still want me to come? E

Yes, baby, I want you to come. Inside me, if possible. Sure Bella, type that, that's a good idea.

Of course! At 2? B

I really want to kiss you right now. E

Me too. B

I want to do more than that. E

Oh dear baby Jesus…Maybe I'd have to take care of things by myself. The thought of seeing him tomorrow, feeling his body, every part of it against mine is almost too much to bear.

So do I. B

I hesitate and then decide to be brave.

I want to do everything. B

What is he going to answer to that? Any hot response and I'm flying to the shower.

Believe me I want to as well, but we need to talk about that. E

Since when has he become the reasonable one, the one who thinks before he acts? It looks like I'm the crazy girl I've never been in high school, impulsive and thinking with only the way I feel about him.

You're so calm, so wise about this. Thank you. B

No baby, I'm not. I want you badly! I just had some good advice. E

What I really want is to devour you, ravish you in your house. E

Do you want that too? E

I'm sitting here, thinking my shower is going to be a very long one.

What do you think? B

God, you're driving me crazy. See you tomorrow. E

And you're killing me. See you tomorrow. B

After my delicious, long shower, I feel better but I'm still restless. I think about him and everything I adore about him. His beautiful eyes are the last thing I see before I fall asleep.

Edward shows up at my house, the day after at two o'clock sharp. Charlie is predictably fishing with a couple of friends and we have the place to ourselves for the whole afternoon. After politely greeting him at the door for the sake of the neighbors, I drag him behind me to the closest flat surface which would be the wall. It seems our bodies love walls and remember how much fun they had against the last one.

He is ravenous, kissing me everywhere he can, his hot lips leaving a raging fire in their wake. I moan, I whimper and he groans. We're like two people in the desert, finding water after a long torturous walk. Pleasure is uncomplicated, unsophisticated. I want him and he wants me too. Still, in the back of my lust-filled brain, I vaguely remember that he wanted to talk about something. I slowly and very reluctantly pull away. He pouts playfully but comes to a halt as well. We breathe in each other's necks, and I bathe in his delightful scent.

"I can't believe you're here. You're here…" I murmur in his ear, kissing it lightly. He hums and circle his arms around my waist, keeping me close. Like I would want to get away from him.

"I can't stop thinking about you, about last night. I couldn't wait to come here and see you." His smile is warm and sexy. How can he affect me so much? It's like he revolutions everything I've ever believed in, with a simple gesture.

"You said you wanted to talk about something." I say, rubbing his pecs with my hands. I can't stop touching him and he touches me too, his fingers displayed on my lower back, wandering. We both shiver and take a trembling breath.

"I-I think we should sit. I won't be able to stop if we stay like this." His eyes are closed and he's clearly at war with himself. I am too.

I take his hand and guide him to the couch. We stay in each other's arms though. Distance is a concept I want to forget when I'm with him. I know what we're doing is crazy but I don't care.

"Bella, there's some things you need to know before we go any further." His eyes are worried.

"What is it? Tell me…" I urge, kissing his hands.

"The first one is that I…I've never done this before. I've never had a girlfriend, never …been with anyone." He's so brave to say that. I fall in love with him all over again when I watch his face blushing with embarrassment, his eyes closing and his breath accelerate.

"That's okay. I like to be the first one for you." He smiles and it's his turn to kiss my hands tenderly.

"The second one is that I won't be able to sneak much. I'm in trouble with my mother and she grounded me for the next month." He sighs.

"Why?"

"She found out Emmett was not with me last night when he came back from the movies earlier and I wasn't with him. The idiot…" He chuckles, denying the harshness of his words.

"How could you come here, if you're grounded?" I ask curiously.

"Well, I had to work on the project with my very serious French teacher, didn't I?" He waggles his eyebrows and stares at me in a way that should be illegal. I'm suddenly very wet.

"You did." I sigh when I feel his mouth deliciously teasing my collarbone. I almost cry it feels so good.

"Was…th-there a third th-thing?" I stutter, unable to concentrate because his hands are slowly caressing the outside of my breasts.

"Yes, there is. We can't…hmm…make love until my birthday. It'd be too dangerous if people found out." I slowly realize that two months separate us from that day. God help me, I wouldn't be able to wait. The pleasure last night had been too intense, how could I?

"You mean, no touching until then?" I sound wanton and pathetic.

He smirks and pulls me to his lap. I can feel him, hot and hard beneath me. He wants to torture me, that's what it is.

"No, baby" His hot breath cause goose bumps to erupt all over my body. "I said we couldn't make love. I didn't say we couldn't do anything else."

"Well then," I say with a smirk of my own. "I have plenty of ideas."

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