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CHAPTER 4

EPOV

I placed my hand on the small of her back to lead her out to the car and as soon as my hand touches her body I feel the same electrical charge I did when our lips met earlier tonight. My entire body feels like a live wire. I have been rock hard since that kiss and it didn't get any better listening to her sing tonight. Now I have to sit in an enclosed space with her for the better part of an hour and will myself not to touch her.

I can tell that she has had one too many drinks tonight by the way she is wobbling slightly in her heels on the way to my car, and I reach my hand out to hold onto her elbow in an attempt to steady her as we cross the gravel covered lot. It has gotten even cooler out since the last time we were outside and she crosses her arms over her chest in a feeble attempt to hide her hardened nipples from my view. Little did she know that her attempt to do so was futile. It was impossible not to see the effect I had on her both now and earlier. I haven't been able to get the vision of her flushed face and moist swollen lips from my mind.

I never planned to kiss her. She was my sisters best friend and therefore should have been "off-limits" to me, but it didn't keep me from wanting her. I can't help but relive the feeling of her skin under my hands as I touched her face, the feeling of her small hand fisted in the lapel of my jacket as our lips moved against each other. I had wanted to pull her closer to me, to press our bodies together and feel her against me. Damn her cock blocking friend!

We reach my car and I hear a low chuckle from beside me.

"What?"

"A Volvo? Really?"

"What's wrong with driving a Volvo?"

"Nothing … if your a grandpa…"

"Very funny Bella…"

"I thought so…"

"… but I'd watch it if I were you … one more knock on the Volvo and you may need to find yourself another ride." I say laughingly, as I look down into her smiling face.

She is so adorable when she is being a smart ass.

"Stupid, shiny Volvo owner." Bella mumbles, as she reaches past me to open her car door and slide into her seat.

I give her a cocky smirk before closing her door behind her and moving to my side of the car. I snap my seat belt into place and start the car as I turn to her.

"Seat belt, please."

"Yes, grandpa."

"Funny, you weren't saying that a little over an hour ago..."

"Maybe I like older men…" she says, slightly flustered.

I chuckled softly. She is grasping at straws now. I can tell that she is taken aback at my reference to our kiss earlier, like she didn't expect me to bring it up; to pretend it didn't happen. No such luck. It took all my strength not to unbuckle her seat belt, pull her into my lap, and kiss her until neither of us could breathe, but I didn't want to scare her either. She was just starting to feel comfortable around me and I didn't want to ruin it.

I turn onto the highway and it is dark and totally deserted at this time of night. She is suddenly very quiet. It seems, our moment of ease has passed and we are back to being awkward around each other. I drive silently for a few minutes, wracking my brain for something to talk about to break the uncomfortable silence that has settled over the last 10 minutes.

"So…" I began.

"Yes?"

"You were amazing tonight..."

"Um, thanks… I think I can attribute some of my performance to the martinis I downed before I went on." She answered jokingly.

"You underestimate your talent."

"Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed the song. Thanks for allowing me to horn in on your set. You really are an amazing pianist"

"Thanks. Do you still play?" I ask, remembering her talent show performance all those years ago.

"Um, not so much lately. I don't really have access to a piano, so its hard to practice and keep up with it. I'm much better with my guitar."

"Guitar? You play?"

"You sound so shocked."

"Not shocked. Surprised maybe. I also play the guitar"

"Why am I not surprised? Is there anything you can't do? Your a doctor, a classically trained pianist, gorgeous, you play guitar … can you dance? Because thats really all you need to be the perfect man…"

"You think I'm gorgeous?"

"Geez, you would focus on that point, wouldn't you?"

I chose not to respond to her last statement.

"How long have you been playing guitar?"

She pauses for a moment. "A few years. I started right out of high school. Went I started college, I lost my access to the high school's piano and I had to find a way to get my music fix in. A friend had this old acoustic sitting in her dorm room, collecting dust, and offered it to me. So, I taught myself to play. I'm not great, but I can play well enough to get through most easier songs. What about you? How long have you been playing?"

"Since I was 15 years old. I went through a phase where I saw the piano as such a chore. It wasn't a hard instrument, but everyone had such high expectations of me. I wanted to make music that was more free and organic. Joke was on me though… I spent more time learning and practicing the guitar than I ever did playing the piano. I guess piano music was just more second nature to me. Kind of like the way singing is to you. You have the most amazingly enthralling voice."

She is blushing again and biting her bottom lip, unable to look at me.

"I don't know what to say, other than thank you. "

"I'm just being honest. I have heard lots of people sing at the club in the past few years, but your voice, combined with your natural stage presence, is just so great to watch, and easy to get lost in. You really should come back and sing again sometime. I'm sure Laurent would love to have you."

"That really means alto coming from someone as talented as you." She laughs nervously. "look at us. Co-presidents of the mutual admiration club"

I pull off the highway and she gives me some more directions. In just another moment we are turning down her street and I am disappointed that our ride is over so soon. I wasn't ready to let her go just yet, I felt like we were just getting to know each other.

"My place is just up ahead on your right."She says pointing toward a row of brownstones."

"I feel so bad that I haven't been to visit Alice here yet. I am such a horrible brother."

"No worries, we have only been here for 6 months. Our parents haven't even had the chance to see it yet. It is a great place though. The downstairs neighbor is this little old lady. She is constantly baking for us and lecturing Alice and I about Jake living with us without being married. If she only knew. She means well though. She has this massive Great Dane, she named Tiny. He gets super excited every time he sees me."

I pulled up to the front of the house and turn off the car, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Thanks for the ride home. I'm sorry you got stuck with driving me home."

"I wouldn't call it stuck."

"I would."

"Bella, if I didn't want to drive you, I wouldn't have."

"Oh, well thanks. I appreciate it."

I get out of the car and step onto the side walk. Bella looks at me, surprised.

"You don't have to walk me to the door."

"My mother would never forgive me if I didn't make sure you got in ok. This may not be the worst neighborhood, but I did promise Alice I would make sure you got home safe and sound."

Just then I saw some commotion out of the corner of my eye. A Short older lady was opening the front door as we walked up the steps. Wrestling with a long woven leash.

"Tiny! No! Stop!" she yelled franticly.

The next moment was a blur. The old lady struggled to hold onto the leash as a large dog fought to get free. Whoever thought to name this dog Tiny, had a really wacky sense of humor. The look of shock on Bella's face, in any other situation would have been comical. The dog, finally tugging the leash free from the old lady's grasp bounded toward Bella, who was just reaching the top of the stairs, barked enthusiastically before jumping up and into Bella. Bella unprepared for the force of the dog's body careening into hers, was jolted backwards. Without anything to stop her, she fell backwards down the stairs, landing in a heap at the bottom. I ran down the stairs to her side, leaning over her, and brought my face close to hers, frantically checking to see if she was OK.

"Bella! Bella? Are you OK? Sweetheart, talk to me!"

I was starting to freak out just a bit over the fact that she wasn't answering me. I reached out and gingerly started feeling her head for injuries, without lifting her off the ground. I knew better than to move her before making sure she didn't have any back or neck injuries and I couldn't confirm as she wasn't opening her eyes. Her neighbor was behind me wringing her hands, trying to control the dog. I told her it might be better if she brought the dog inside and turned back to Bella.

"Bella? Can you hear me? Answer me baby, let me know your OK."

She groaned aloud, coming to.

"Bella?"

Her eyes opened slowly.

"E-Edward?" She began slowly.

"I'm here Bella. Don't move just yet, I want to make sure that your neck and back are OK before you try."

"Is Mrs. Axelrod OK? She didn't fall down the stairs, did she? Tiny didn't get away, did he?"

"Bella, everyone is OK. Your neighbor is worried about whether your doing alright. Relax and let me examine you."

My hands were shaking as I reached out and placed them on either side of her face and slid them slowly behind her head to feel for bumps. Bella was silent and looking at me intently as I slid my hands softly down to test her neck muscles.

"Can you turn your head for me?"

She didn't answer, but turned her head to the right, as I continued to feel her neck and head, and then to the left. I bent down lower, my face incredibly close to hers, testing a bump I located on the back of her head.

"Does this hurt terribly?" I whisper, my breath fanning across her face as my eyes held hers.

"I'm OK Edward. I can turn my head and even lift it. Can I sit up yet? The ground is cold."

"Yes, let's get you up slowly."

She lifted her head slowly, and I slid my hands behind her again to assist her in sitting up. Once she was in an up right sitting position, I reluctantly let my hands fall from her shoulders.

"See? Much better Edward. I'm doing better."

I looked down at her. I saw her dress was ripped and dirty. Her knee was scraped and bleeding and starting to bruise. She had a massive bump on the back of her head and she had just woken up from being unconscious. She was not fine, but I had the feeling she was going to fight my next suggestion.

"Bella, I really think I should take you to the emergency room to get checked out."

"No, Edward, I'm fine, really."

"You could have a concussion. You should have your head checked out"

"You're not the first person to suggest that one Edward."

I chuckled. She was well enough to make jokes, but I was still worried.

"See? I still have a sense of humor. A bad one, but its there none the less. Would a person with a concussion be able to crack crappy jokes?"

"Alright, no emergency room. Bot only on one condition."

"Edward, to avoid the ER I'd grant you just about anything."

I smirked. "Oh Bella, you really shouldn't have said that."

"Oh? And just what is this condition of yours?" she asked me, sounding nervous.

"Bella, I just want to sit with ow for a while to make sure your feeling ok. Since Alice isn't home and you refuse to go to the hospital, that is."

Bella blushed. She was so beautiful when she blushed.

"Sure Edward, you can come up."

Bella started to lift herself off of the ground, to stand, and grabbed my arm to catch herself from dropping back down to the ground.

"Bella, let me help you" I said, sweeping my hand behind her knees, lifting her up into my arms.

She felt so right in my arms. She was small and warm despite the coolness of the night air. I shifted her slightly before climbing the front steps of her brownstone. She told me that she was on the second floor and we started up the hall stairs to her front door. Bella rummaged in her small bag for her keys, producing them in short order.

I got her door opened and walked in with her still in my arms, turning to shut the door behind us, with one hand while she clung to my neck. I stood just inside the door, holding her as I looked around her and Alice's apartment. Their living room took up most of the space and a large dinning table separated it from the kitchen, which was on the small side with a long row cabinets and a center island. Where the living room was decorated in a minimalist style with an Asian flair that screamed Alice, the kitchen looked cluttered and lived in. Almost all the available counter space was covered in kitchen gadgets. Someone liked to cook. Judging from the names on the appliances, like Kitchenaid and Cuisenart, they most likely did it well. You don't drop 500 bucks on what looked to be a custom painted stand mixer unless you knew what to do with it.

I must have been standing there looking around for longer than I thought because Bella suddenly cleared her throat to get my attention.

"Edward, you could put me down now. I'll even give you a tour if you want."

I looked down at her, smiling, as I walked her over to the couch and placed her on it.

"Do you have a first aid kit or some peroxide and some cotton balls? I'd like to clean up a few of these cuts."

"Um, yeah. In the bathroom down the end of that hall." She said pointing to a narrow all opposite a large bookshelf. "There should be a kit under the sink."

I walked down the hall, noticing that there were 2 doors on the right side of the hallway that I suspected were bedrooms. I reached the door to the bathroom, and entered, feeling up the wall, searching for a light switch. Finally finding one I made my way to the sink. This bathroom was huge, and totally unexpected in an apartment I wouldn't have called large in the first place. If this was the size of the bathroom, I wonder what the size of the bedrooms were. I opened the cabinet below the sink and extracted a large, traffic cone orange case. It had the words, FIRST AID, in large white letters in the front. This case was big enough that you wouldn't have been able to carry it on a plane, if such a thing was allowed. OK, so maybe I was exaggerating a bit, but it was a pretty large first aid kit, and it was heavy. I shifted it in my grip as I turned the bathroom light off and made my way back down the hall to where Bella was still sitting on the couch.

"This has to be the largest first aid kit I have ever seen; and I'm a doctor, so that's saying something" I say, with a laugh. I found it so easy to joke with her.

She was blushing again as she answered, "Yeah, it was my Dad's idea of a joke as a housewarming gift when I moved away from home. I'm kind of a klutz, if you hand't noticed."

"I noticed no such thing." I say, trying to keep a straight face. "Now let me take a look at your knee."

I knee down by her feet and open the case that I had set on her coffee table and start to remove the things I would need to clean her cuts. I open the bottle of peroxide and pour a small amount onto a piece of cotton, before bringing it to her knee. She doesn't flinch at all, and I look up at her curiously.

"What? I have a high threshold for pain. Like I told you, I am klutzy, so I have been known to hurt myself kind of often."

I say nothing, instead go back to softly swiping her scraped knee with the cotton. I place my free hand behind her knee to keep her leg in place while I am wiping delicately. Beneath my hand, her skin is warm and smooth. It feels like silk and I want nothing more than to slide my hand up her leg and grab her naked hips to pull her down on top of me. Shit, I was hard. If just touching her knee turned me hard as granite, I could only imagine what would happen when I touched her naked breasts, or her ass, good god that ass. I wanted to feel it in my hands, round and firm as I brought her down on my...

I shake my head slightly, trying to regain my focus on the task at hand. I needed to stop thinking of Bella that way, which was hard to do when my hands her on her naked skin. I needed move away from her and regain my composure or I was going to end up doing something stupid. She was hurt, for fucks sake.

I looked up to see her staring at my hand, holding her leg. Her breath was coming in short puffs. Our eyes met, and I reached behind me and set down the cotton. She moistened her bottom lip with her tongue and leaned forward slightly. Her eyes were glazed with what looked like desire and a brief glance down confirmed it. Her nipples were hard beneath her dress, the lack of undergarments making it impossible to hide her aroused state. While I felt gratified that I want the only one that was affected by our proximity, it wasn't helping my self control. I didn't want to take advantage of her, she was my sister's roommate and best friend.

"Bella, I…"

"Edward…" she began as she reached out a hand and placed it on my shoulder.

I don't know who moved first. Maybe she leaned in, maybe I moved closer, in any case, the next thing I knew, my lips were on hers and her hands were in my hair.

This kiss wasn't gentle. Where our first kiss was soft and almost nonexistent, this one was full of passion and intent. My left hand still holding her knee, I leaned into her as she sat and braced my hand behind her on the sofa, her legs shifting as I moved in between them, still kneeling on the floor in front of her. Our lips moving against each other, her hands tightening in my hair, scratching my scalp, as she held me tightly to her. I could feel her hardened nipples against my chest as we kissed. I let my tongue trace the seam of her lips in a subtle request for entry. Her tongue met mine in an erotic dance, she moaned into my mouth, causing my cock to swell in my pants.

It had never been this good, this electric. I could feel the blood pounding in my veins, my heart thudding in my chest. I couldn't get close enough to her. I moved one hand down to cup her ass and mover her against me, while using the other to lift her leg and hitch it over my waist. I pushed my hard cock against her hot damp core. I could almost feel how wet she was through the layers that separated us. I could smell her arousal and it made my mouth water. It was my turn to moan into her mouth.

Her small hands ran down the length of my back, reaching down to grab at my ass, pulling me fully against her. The friction was amazing; I wanted to strip her naked and bury myself deep inside her. I wanted to see her come apart under me, lost in the pleasure only I could bring her. I wanted to hear her scream my name as she came. She was moving herself against me now creating a rhythm that was driving me crazy.

"Mmm... Edward…" She moaned.

I slid my hands slowly up her body tracing her ribs, stopping just short of caressing her breasts. She leaned into my touch. I ran my thumbs along the underside of her breasts, stroking softly. She shivered.

"Edward… Please…"

She pulled her lips from mine, pressing kisses along my jaw. I groaned at the feel of her wet tongue licking at my neck.

"Bella, oh God…"

"Edward… I … want…" She moaned in my ear.

I leaned back slightly to look down at her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright, and her lips swollen. She was beautiful. And sexy. And hot. In short, she was perfection. I felt one of her hands move down my chest and stroke my rock hard length through my pants. My hips reflexively thrusting forward, pushing myself into her hot little hand.

"Fuck… Bella…"

I leaned myself over her on the sofa. She was now on her back, her silken curls fanned out around her. Her hips were against mine, her legs wrapped around me, her hand still stroking my cock through my pants. Her dress had ridden up until it was at her waist. All it would take is the quick release of my belt and zipper, the shifting of her tiny lace thong and I would be inside her. My hand tightened on her hip and I thrust myself against her and ran my tongue along the shell of her ear. I slid my hand up the length of her body and covered her breast, her hard nipple pressed against the palm of my hand.

"Edward … oh Edward… Please…"

I used my thumb to caress her nipple through her dress as she writhed against me, seeking her release. I wanted nothing more than to see her come apart at my hands. I leaned down and replaced my thumb with my mouth, laving her hard peak through her dress. I pulled my mouth away just enough to blow on the moistened fabric and feel her body shudder against mine.

My free hand loosened on her hip and smoothed a line down the outside of her silky thigh to her knee and back up the inside slowing as it reached her hot damp center. I wanted to build the tension, the anticipation of my touch against her sensitive core. She was moving more erratically against me, causing my cock to harden and swell further than I had thought possible, but I needed to focus on her pleasure, her release. I slid one finger against her damp lace panties, touching her most sensitive spot. She body bucked off the sofa, into my touch, she gasped.

"Ahh... Edward..."

I traced the edge of the leg of her panties, slowly shifting the damp fabric to the side. I slid my thumb over her entrance, collecting some of the moisture there before skimming it lightly over her clit. She was moving against my hand as I rubbed circles over her wet sensitive flesh.

"Oh… god… Edward…"

Her movements were getting more erratic as she writhed against my hand.

"Edward.. Don't… stop.."

I mode my other hand to her braes and stroked her nipple through her dress, leaning close to her and pressing my lips to hers. Her tongue entered my mouth, stroking mine in time with the movement of my thumb on her clit. I shifted my hand slightly, so that I was able to trace her entrance with two fingers while continuing to stroke her and play with her nipple with my other hand. She was moving against my and moaning feverishly. She was close.

I slid my fingers slowly into her and she bucked against my hand. I pumped my fingers into her tight wet center as she moaned against my mouth, my thumb still pressed against her clit.

"Bella…" I whispered. "Come for me baby…"

"Ed-Edward… gonna make me… I'm gonna…"

She came apart, as I continued to pump my fingers into her, her slick walls tightening around my fingers as she rode out her orgasm. I kept my rhythm until she started to come down, slowing as her movements did, until she was finally still below me, breathing heavily and looking sated.

I removed my fingers from her cooling body and leaned forward until our sweat slicked brows met and closed my eyes, my breathing as erratic as hers. That was the single most erotic thing I have ever experienced, and I didn't even find my release.

Moments passed as we laid there our breathing becoming more normal, our foreheads still resting against each other. Bella's breathing took on a more rhythmic quality and after another minute, I opened my eyes and lifted my head to peer down at her.

She was asleep.

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