I decided Edward and Bella needed to have a little fun before he discovered what a little liar she is, so I'm inserting this chapter, sorry it's out of order.
Restraint
When I got back from lunch with Charlie, I practically sprinted from the car to the house, ready to fly around the house and sweep my fragile relationship from the shadow of our past in Forks and back south to where it could flourish. Having Edward with me here was like having a winning lottery ticket in your hand, excitement and joy almost eclipsed by your fear of losing it even as you clutch it to you. We needed to pack, then we needed to leave, and we needed to do it fast.
But the moment I saw Edward standing in my bedroom, every plan flew out of my head, overwhelmed in a wave of pure joy. He was beautiful. And he was mine. He was freshly showered, wearing a tight gray T-shirt and loose black chinos fraying around the cuff. His feet were bare, his face was newly shaven. He quirked one eyebrow up, "Bella?" he questioned in his mellifluous voice. I blushed at being caught openly staring.
"Hey," I said, dropping my coat on the floor and moving toward him, unable to resist the pull to be closer to him. I paused inches from him, no part of our bodies were touching, yet the heat and electricity crackling between us was almost palpable. I looked up at him through my lashes, meeting his gaze while I moved my hands in front of me to lightly rest on his chest. I gave a shove to his solid frame and he playfully fell to the bed as though my small hands could really overpower his muscular form. I climbed into his lap, straddling his legs and winding my fingers into his thick hair. "Bella," he said smiling that irresistible smile, his voice a little raspy, "Slow, remember?" I moistened my lips and smirked internally. I hadn't been afraid of his teeth when he was a vampire, I certainly wasn't going to worry about a little nibble now if that's what he was into. I settled into his lap, sitting back just far enough to maintain his boundaries, and scraped my nails lightly along nape of his neck. He groaned lowly and his long fingers tightened involuntarily on my hips. I slid my hands down his shoulders to rest on his biceps, which flexed and hardened under my caress. His chest was heaving slightly and his eyes flickered to my lips. I leaned slowly in and pressed my lips to his, moving slowly against him for a few moments before deepening the kiss and sliding my tongue into his mouth. We set a steady rhythm in the kiss, and I rocked gently against him in time to the same beat, pleasurable sensations shooting straight to my groin at the feeling of his dexterous tongue against mine. Edward pulled back for a moment and pressed his forehead to mine, panting. Instead of pausing, I moved my lips to the side and laid a trail of hot kisses down the side of his neck, breathing in his heady scent and slipping one hand down to rest innocently on his belt buckle. Edward hissed and shifted beneath me. Before he could lift me off of him, I opened my mouth and gently bit down at the base of his neck.
Edward let out a low noise that was almost a growl. I actually felt his dick twitch beneath my hand. Suddenly, I was no longer pushing him, I was struggling to keep up with the frantic pace he set. In one swift motion he lifted me off his lap and had me flat on my back in the middle of the bed. In an instant he was hovering above me, holding himself above me easily with one arm while his lips ravaged my neck and his free hand grazed over my hardened nipples and then down to my waist. More quickly than I could see, my shirt was over my head and his nimble fingers had undone the clasp of my bra, freeing my breasts. His gaze burned up and down my body as he looked at me spread out beneath him for a few moments while his hands stayed busy deftly unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, reaching in to caress the smooth curve of my hips. I tugged at his shirt wanting to feel his naked skin against mine. He eagerly tossed his shirt aside, somehow managing to slip my jeans all the way down and onto the floor in the same smooth motion. He pressed his muscled bare chest against me and hitched my leg up over his hip, rocking gently into me so that I could feel him straining toward me. I moaned at the incredible sensations coursing through me and actually felt him grow harder against me at the sound. He slipped his hand down the front of my silky boy shorts, pressing against me where I was aching for contact before sliding one finger and then two slickly inside of me. All coherent thought fled my mind as his fingers moved against me, and I heard myself making small whimpering noises in the back of my throat that I didn't recognize. Edward was murmuring into my ear but I was so occupied I only caught a word here and there, "Fuck . . . tight . . . so fucking wet . . . Christ, so beautiful." I felt something building inside me, but more than anything I wanted him inside me. I wanted to make him mine. Still shamelessly wiggling my hips in rhythm with his expert thrusts, a grabbed at his belt and tugged clumsily at the clasp, grazing against his length straining against the zipper as I did it. He started, his hips involuntarily pushing forward at the contact, and captured my wrists in both his hands. "Bella," he rasped, gazing into my eyes with utter trust shining out, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Suddenly, I wasn't. I knew him better than he knew himself, and he hardly knew anything of me truly. I wanted to give myself to him, but when he stared at me with such open devotion and intimacy, somehow it felt like I would be taking something from him. Then again, he had taken something from me too, when he had left that fateful day two years ago. He saw the hesitation in my eyes and buried his perfect features in his hands. "Christ, Bella, I'm so sorry. I got so carried away, we shouldn't go this fast. When I touch you I fucking lose my mind."
"Hey," I responded softly, pulling his hands away from his face. "I was the one who started it, it's okay, besides I just realized my dad will be home for work soon." Edward grinned, tossing my clothes back to me while he pulled his on, "Yeah I suppose he wouldn't care to find me up here in your bed."
"That is correct, that would not go over well at all." In fact, he wouldn't care to find Edward Cullen anywhere near me at all even if he weren't ravishing me. "And keep in mind he does carry a gun. You're not bullet-proof." Anymore.