This girl's mood swings were giving me whiplash.
"I just go on a mile long rant and all you worry about is if I think you're hot?"
Bella's eyes moved everywhere but in my direction.
"Um...I guess I do."
"Bella, you're going to be the death of me."
She waited, like she was expecting something else.
"What?" I asked, getting slightly freaked out.
"You never answered my question."
"Yeah? Well, you hurt my feelings." I pouted out my lip, hoping to garner some sympathy, and maybe putting off my confession of my feelings toward her, because it could really go one of two ways: Total success, or a knee in the groin. Obviously, I was hoping for the first option.
Bella's voice dropped down to a whisper. "Do I have to beg?"
I remained tight-lipped, but my resistance was wavering. That could be partially due to the fact that she hadn't yet let go of my hands that were grasping the keys. And those fingers were also squeezing mine with a rhythmic tightening and loosening that was driving my control to the brink. Yeah, I think it was safe to say she returned my feelings.
"Please?" she whispered again, this time invading my space, right next to the stubble on my cheek.
My jaw flexed in restraint, but her warm breath wafted lower as she brought her mouth just a hair's breadth away from my jugular, tickling the sensitive nerves that seemed specially tuned only to her.
"Please?" she pleaded one last time.
My nostrils flared as the scent of her hair filled them and I could no longer keep a rein on my precarious control any longer. Dipping down and grasping her face in my hands, I seared my mouth to hers, melding our mouths together in a passionate tango of lips, tongues and teeth. I took first her top lip, then the bottom between my own and moaned against them, feeling the vibrations reverberate against the softness of her mouth. She moaned in response and deepened the kiss, capturing my tongue with hers-a lasso that drew me into her mouth and invited me to explore.
I don't need air! I don't need air!
We were so entangled in each other's kiss that it was getting hard to breathe, but I felt myself wanting to crawl inside her and wear her skin. Not in the creepy Silence of the Lambs way though, just so we're clear. I was wishing upon stars and unicorns that I didn't have that silly need for oxygen, because that would mean breaking the kiss and I thought I might die if I ever had to stop or pull back.
Alas, the dizziness I started to feel - and not from the headiness of romance, but instead from lack of air - pushed me to pull back and break the kiss.
"Wow," Bella exclaimed after composing herself.
"Hmmmm..." was all I could manage. I was still attempting to bring oxygen back to my brain.
"That was..."
"Amazing?" I offered, trying very hard not to break my arm while patting myself on the back. Atta boy!
"Ummmm..." was not the response I expected.
"What?" Did she not like it? Did I suck? I hadn't popped a mint or anything beforehand and I'm sure I had Chicken Bacon Ranch Pizza breath. Noooooooooo, I silently shouted to the heavens.
"You still didn't tell me if you thought I was hot."
My eyebrow raised quizzically at her. "You really have to ask after that?"
"Well, anyone can seductively inhale a person's face to the point of incoherency. Doesn't mean anything," she smirked.
"You're really not going to let this go, are you?" I challenged.
"Nope."
Spinning my keys around my finger and opening my car door, I made it halfway into my car, then replied, "Well, then I hope you're ready for disappointment."
My face nearly impassive, I raised my eyebrow in defiance. See how YOU like getting teased, little girl.
Little girl was fierce when she was pissed, let me tell you this much. She stalked closer to me, reminding me of a lion pacing in front of its prey.
"So we're gonna play it that way, are we Dr. Cullen?" She folded her arms over her chest, daring me to follow through on this supposed threat.
"Play what, Bella?" I had the decency to blink innocently.
We stared each other down, daring the other to admit their feelings first.
"Will you tell me the truth, Edward?" I didn't like the tone of her voice. It had this icy, scary edge to it, with just a hint of gleeful malice that made my blood run cold. She stepped even closer to me, daring me to take her again.
"What if I didn't want to tell you? What if I lied?"
"I know you wouldn't hurt me like that, Edward," she stepped closer and poked my chest. Her lips were so close that it took all my control to not grab her and take her right there against car door, in front of all the neighbors and whatever deity was looking down on us from above.
"Bella, I think you might still be medicated. You might still be confused."
Her eyes narrowed at me, "I know what I felt. Don't tell me you didn't feel it too."
And then I couldn't hold back any longer. I spun her around so her body was backed up against my car door and I molded myself to her, letting her feel the evidence of my arousal pressed hotly into her hip as my lips attacked her mouth once more. I'd never given much thought as to how I would die, but death by a dry-humping orgasm while you kissed your occasionally-flirty-when-medicated patient seemed like a good way to go.