Okay, I wanted to give back to my readers. Something light, fluffy and filled with some citrusy good times (and some drama). I posted something in my Facebook group: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation and I got some great ideas. Clo came up with an idea that really captured my attention and I think I can finish it in five chapters. So, thank you to everyone who helped me brainstorm or offered me ideas. If I get a chance, I'll work on writing those, too, but they would lend themselves to a longer story. I wanted something short and sweet.

Now, none of this is mine. It never will be … I just like to play in the world that Stephenie Meyer created with Edward and Bella. I want an Edward. Just saying …

Bella is a hard-working, cold executive. But, she's that way because she was led to believe something by her family, her brother, in particular. You'll find out what coming up … thank you for reading, folks.

On with it!

Chapter Two

BPOV

I jolted awake. My eyes fluttered open and I saw that I was inside the Cullen garage. Edward walked over to the passenger seat, still wearing his coveralls and heavy winter jacket. "I'm sorry I woke you," he said. "You just crashed."

"Snow makes me edgy," I shuddered. He helped me down and stepped back, tugging off his leather gloves. "It always has. Especially after …"

"The car accident," Edward said. "My dad told me about it. You were lucky, Bella. You could have died."

"Yeah, it taught me never to trust the weather. Snow, in particular," I snorted, stepping away from the truck. "The car was totaled, but I just had bumps and bruises. But, I made a new friend out of the deal and we went to prom." He smiled crookedly and chuckled, looking down at his feet. "That was the best night I'd had, Edward."

"Me, too. It was the first time since Mom died that I wasn't sad," he shrugged, shaking his head and gesturing behind him. "Are you hungry? I don't have much. Just some frozen meals, and the microwave works well."

"You stay here?" I asked, pointing to the garage.

"No. There's a small apartment that I converted when I sold my folks' place," he said. His eyes flashed with something, but I couldn't decipher it. "Come on." I nodded, following him through the garage and to homey, but tiny apartment above the main garage. The apartment was furnished with shabby furniture. I recognized some of it from the Cullen house from when he brought me to his house to take pictures for his dad on prom night. The rest appeared to be from Goodwill or Salvation Army.

"You built this place?" I asked. "I don't remember this being here." I took off my coat and Edward put it in the closet. He was quiet, appraising me.

"I needed a place to stay after I sold the house. My best friend, Emmett, he helped me and Mr. Banner, who worked for the school, but did work for the city, got me the permits and shit. From planning to building, I was moved in six months. The house sold a month after that," he shrugged.

"Why did you sell the house?" I asked.

"Pay the bills," he frowned. "Mom's cancer … she … the medical bills were through the roof. I'm still paying those off and she's been dead for over a decade." He shifted on his feet. "Do you want to sit? Some coffee?"

"Sure," I nodded, moving to sit on the couch. Edward darted into the kitchen. I heard him strip off his coveralls and putter in the kitchen. It was so weird, being with him. The last time I'd seen him was at high school graduation, but he wouldn't even look at me. He was cold, distant. It shocked me, to be honest. We'd had a wonderful time at prom, laughing, dancing and being named prom king and queen. We even shared a sweet kiss on my doorstep. Then, the next school day, I went up to talk to him and he turned the other way, stomping toward the garage at our high school. Each day, I'd try to talk to him, only to get my heart crushed.

So, when graduation rolled around, I gave my valedictorian speech and high-tailed it to Chicago. I stayed in the condo my dad still owned in the city and got a job in my dad's company, preparing for my college career. Nothing was waiting for me at home. Not the boy that wormed his way into my heart and had given me my first kiss. Not my jackass brother, or distant father. Even my mom, as sweet as she could be, was smothering and she drove me fucking crazy.

I got a fresh start in Chicago, away from the hurt and pain from my past, from the boy, who was now a man, making me coffee in his tiny, shabby apartment.

"Here you go," Edward said, as he handed me a mug. "Two sugars, no milk?"

"It's been awhile since I've had it that way," I chuckled. "Now, I usually drink it black. The stronger the better."

"Me, too," he said, sitting down. I looked at him and he'd filled out, looking handsome and rugged. His hair was disheveled, a warm bronze color, with a smattering of gray at the temples. His eyes were still shockingly green, but were shadowed by dark circles underneath. His face was that of a model, with a square jawline, now covered with stubble, slightly crooked nose and soft pink lips. His shoulders were broad and he looked strong, capable, but beat down and tired. His fingers, long and tapered, were dirty from grease from his work and his clothes were worn. What happened to you, Edward? His quiet voice stunned me back to reality. "You came back?"

"Mom guilt tripped me," I said. "Apparently the sanctimonious prick has an announcement to make or something and my mom was adamant that I come for a visit. I haven't been back home since that first Christmas break from college." I sipped the coffee, feeling warm for the first time since I'd left my condo. "Too painful to be here."

His jaw clenched and he gripped his mug. "That's my fault," he whispered. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "We go to prom, have a great night and then I turn into a sanctimonious prick."

"I don't understand why, either," I frowned. "I thought we were friends. Maybe more …? You kissed me that night, Edward. My first kiss and I really cared for you."

"I remember," he choked out. His eyes closed tightly and he shook his head. "I can't tell … I promised NOT to tell."

"Tell what? I don't understand," I pressed. "Edward, unless you've signed a non-disclosure agreement, you can tell me anything. I hated you for a long time, but seeing you now?"

"You still hate me?" he snorted derisively. "Shocking!"

"No, I want to get to know you. Again," I said, leaning forward and putting my hand on his wrist. His hands were still wrapped around the mug. He looked down at my hand, his eyes burning at my skin. I traced the veins on the top of his hand, making him shudder. "What? Tell me, please?"

"It was Jasper," he muttered.

"Jasper did what?" I asked.

"We went to prom and we had a great time. As stupid as this sounds, I felt like Cinderella, or something. Dressed in a tuxedo, getting you a gorgeous corsage and riding in a limo," he growled, pulling away harshly. "We kissed and it was the best thing I'd ever experienced. I'd kissed girls, but none of them were as beautiful as you. As soft, or as sweet. I wanted to be your boyfriend, hold hands in the hallway and spend the summer together before you went away to college and I went to trade school. I wanted to fucking forget my life and just be a teenager, happy and carefree." He tugged at his hair and stood up. "That all changed. Jasper came over the day after prom, his face smug."

"Yeah, he was home from college," I said. "It was the week before he began his internship at Daddy's company."

"He put me in my place," Edward sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. "He told me that I was nothing but a grease monkey, not good enough for his sister. He said that you had grease stains on your prom dress and that you were disgusted with me. I didn't believe it, but he went on about our date to prom was just out of pity. That you never wanted to go with me. You wanted Eli Santos to take you, but he was going to Rio or something. He said you laughed at me."

"Edward, I … no!" I breathed, my temper flaring and anger bubbling inside me. I wanted to wrap my fingers around my brother's neck. "Everything he said … it wasn't true."

"I figured that, but it was my dad that put the nail in the coffin," Edward muttered. "He said that we were too different. You're rich, a princess, almost, in the community. Your family is loved, respected and revered in this town. Me? I'm the loser who can barely afford this place because of the debt from my mom's cancer treatment. We're as opposite as we can possibly get. You're college-educated, working in Chicago and living the dream, making more in a month than I make in a year. I'm … living from paycheck to paycheck. That's if I can even afford to give myself a paycheck." He looked at me and his eyes were swirling with fury. "I'm not good enough. I never was. Never will be." With a heavy sigh, he turned and walked out of his apartment, slamming the door.

I blinked, listening to his words. He was struggling, financially, emotionally. He was stuck in limbo and had been since his dad killed himself. I'd read about his father's death, a gunshot wound to the head because he couldn't handle being away from his dead wife. His death left behind a mess for Edward. He truly was stuck in limbo, barely keeping afloat.

Hell, I was stuck in limbo. Yes, I was set, financially and with my job, but I never let anyone in. The only person I trusted was myself. All because of what happened between me and Edward. I'd let him in; he became my friend after my car accident. He wanted to be my boyfriend, but my brother … he … I shot up and picked up my cell phone, plugging it into the wall. I found Jasper's phone number, punching it harshly. It went directly to voice mail.

Really?

"Hello, you've reached Jasper Swan. I can't get to the phone right now … if you could leave your name, number and brief message, I'll get back to you."

I hung up, putting my phone on the janky table and turned it onto vibrate. "Jasper, you're an asshole." I looked out the window and tried to find Edward. He was just outside, smoking a cigarette. He looked so downtrodden, so angry. How could he believe that he wasn't good enough?

When you hear it enough, it gets engrained in your psyche. I would know … I heard it most of my life, thanks to Daddy dearest. Charlie Swan was a dick, as was my brother. I'm more like Mom … sweet, but a hard ass.

I had to show him that he was good enough. Yes, we were miles apart in our lives. We were different, but I was still attracted to him. The feelings I had for him in high school had not diminished. If anything, I wanted his acceptance more than anything. It meant more than the love from my father, the pride of my asshole brother or the acceptance of my boss and mentor, Peter.

I wanted him.

I wanted to be possessed by him.

I wanted to be loved my him.

But, would he want me back?

With a determined grunt, I picked up his coat from the rack in the back and tossed it over my shoulders. I stepped outside, into the frigid, snowy darkness. I carefully walked toward him, reaching out my hand to his and sliding my palm and threading our fingers together. I shivered, picking them up and seeing the difference in our hands. My manicured fingers, small and dainty, twined with his masculine hands, stained from his work and rough from use. He looked at me, his eyes wide, unsure. I moved close to him, trapping our hands together. "You are good enough, Edward," I whispered.

EPOV

"You are good enough, Edward," she murmured, her brown eyes staring at me. I felt my heart thump against my chest, the same way it stammered back in high school. However, in addition to the throbbing of my heart, there was also a throbbing in my dick. Her hand, so petite and soft in my own, looked so out of place against my grubby skin. She reached up and caressed my jaw, making me look at her. "I can see where your mind is going. Our lives are different. So what?" She took my cigarette, putting it between her lips and inhaling deeply. "Fuck, I've missed these."

"You smoke?" I asked.

"When I'm stressed or drunk," she replied. She took another pull, handing the cigarette back to me. "Right now? I'm stressed."

"Sorry," I muttered, finishing the cigarette and stomping it out, tossing it into the garbage.

"I'm not stressed because of you," she said, tugging me back inside. "It's colder than a witch's tit out there."

"You learned that at University of Chicago?" I asked, taking the coat from her and hanging it in the back hallway. She was rubbing her arms and shivering. I wanted nothing more than to pull her close to me, holding her to my body, but it wasn't right. "Miss Big Wig, youngest executive for Nomadic Mergers and Acquisitions." I put my hand on her lower back, guiding her back into the apartment.

"I actually learned that from your dad," she quipped. "After my car accident, while I was in the ambulance, your dad made some joke that it was colder than a witch's tit. It didn't make sense, but he just shrugged, saying it was just a phrase. I liked it, so I use it."

"I remember him using that phrase, especially after that really bad cold snap our junior year," I snorted. I shrugged, looking back at her, helping her the couch. "Now, why are you stressed?"

"I'm stressed at the weather. Me and snow? Not a good mix," she deadpanned. "Now? Hearing what my brother did? That stresses me out and pisses me off. Who the fuck does he think he is?" She sighed and moved, sitting next to me and sliding her arms around my bicep. "You're good enough, Edward. You're smart, kind, funny … well, in high school you were a total smart ass … and very handsome."

I'm not smart enough to bring back my business. "Three out of four ain't bad," I said, relaxing a bit. Bella gave me a glower. "Sorry, self-deprecation isn't a part of my charm."

"The fact that you used the term self-deprecation indicates you're smart. You are kind by helping me, opening up your home to me. You're a smart ass, still."

"Better than being a dumb ass," I quipped. She slugged my arm. "Fuck, Bella. You work out?"

"I've got nothing better to do," she snickered. "And you're still gorgeous. So, four out of four, genius." She snuggled close to me. She smelled so good and felt so right against my body. "You're good enough, Edward. You were good enough back then and you're good enough now." She slid her hand up my chest and caressed my jaw. I looked down at her, seeing nothing but alabaster skin, pink lips, deep brown doe eyes and soft, curly hair. She inched closer, her fingertips running along my lips. "Do you want to rewrite history?"

"Bella …" I moaned as her thumb glided along my mouth. She licks her lips and I groan, wanting nothing more than to kiss her. Not like I did in high school, closed mouth and chaste. I wanted to plunder her. Her body was pressed to mine and I could feel her breasts against my arm. Our faces were centimeters apart. I just needed to move forward, capture her mouth in mine. Take life by the balls, Edward. I cupped her face and pressed my lips to hers, reveling in their softness. She moaned, her fingers tangling into my hair. I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue into her sweet mouth. She tasted like coffee and a bit like the cigarette we shared. Sliding my arms around her waist I pulled her closer to me.

"Edward, so good," she mumbled against my mouth, nibbling on my lower lip. Each nip went straight to my cock, pressing it against the zipper of my jeans. I pulled her onto my lap, pressing her against the pillows. Her arms were around my neck and mussing up my hair. She gasped, and I moved my lips down her neck, suckling on her earlobe. She wore simple gold hoops and swirled my tongue around the earrings. But, I stiffened. "What is it, baby?" she asked, looking at me. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were dark, pleading with desire. I righted her, looking down at my hands, still stained from my day working on the few cars in the garage.

"I'm …" I trailed off, trying to rub the grease off my hands.

"To be honest, I'm feeling grimy, too," she said, standing up and offering her hand to me. "I worked in the morning and then spent however many hours in my car, trying to get back home."

"You worked on Christmas Eve?" I asked.

"Didn't you?" she pressed, tugging on my hands. I stood up, shocked at how much shorter she was than me. "Shower with me?" I barked out a nervous laugh. "What?"

"You have no idea how much I want to … I wanted you so badly all throughout high school," I said. "Different circles and such. And then, prom with the kiss? I was a teenage boy; I wanted more, of course. Hearing you … shower … naked …"

"Yes, usually one showers naked," Bella giggled. "But, in order to do that, I need to know where the shower is, Edward." She looked at me, biting her lip. "I want this. I really want to rewrite history. I want to erase what my asshat brother said to you. I want you."

"You have no idea how badly I want …" I said, tracing her cheek and breathing out slowly. Live a little, Edward. I took her hand, threading my fingers with hers and leading her to my bedroom, where I had a bathroom. I splurged with the bathroom, but it was still small, with a decent sized shower. I turned on the shower and Bella slid up onto the counter. She began unbuttoning her black blouse. I stopped her hands. "I haven't gotten a Christmas present in a long time. I'd like to unwrap you."

She blushed, but dropped her hands. I gently eased the buttons through their holes and more of her creamy skin came into view, along with a red lacy bra. Fuck … "I'm glad I wore my Christmas lingerie today," she purred. "Red, lacy and it's got a bow." She arched her back and nestled between her perfect breasts was a tiny red bow. I ran my finger over the bow. "Edward?"

"You're perfect," I whispered.

"Can I unwrap my present?" she asked, a seductive smirk spreading over her face. I nodded, watching as she sat forward. She tugged my long-sleeved Henley out of my jeans. Her fingers were warm as they grazed my stomach. She kept her eyes on me, lifting my shirt and gaping at me. Because of my work, I was in decent shape. However, her eyes were trained on my ink on my ribcage. For my twenty-fifth birthday, Emmett took me to get my tattoo. It was of my family's crest, honoring my parents, with both of their names etched onto my skin. Her finger glided along my tattoo, my symbol of my family, their love. "This is beautiful work, Edward. Is the only tattoo you have?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. "My best friend, Emmett, paid for it for my birthday a few years ago. I'd like more, but …"

She smiled, leaning forward and kissing my chest. "You're very sexy, Edward. Manly … strong, muscular and the perfect amount of chest hair." I snorted, looking down at the bronze curls that covered my chest and trailed down my belly, disappearing below my jeans. She grabbed my belt loops, turning me around and dragged her fingers up my spine. She kissed my shoulders, humming against my skin. Her arms reached around my waist and she unbuttoned my jeans, loosening them and sliding them over my hips. I turned back around, looking at her. Her eyes were locked on mine, rheumy with lust. I kissed her, reaching around her back and releasing her bra. She whimpered when my fingers grazed her breasts.

I lifted her off the counter and unzipped her skirt, practically salivating when I saw her red lacy panties, with another fucking bow. I looked up at her, staring at her nearly naked body. She was perfect, all creamy skin and feminine curves. "You're beautiful, Bella," I rasped. She smiled, her fingers brushing my hair back. Her other hand moved my hand to her panties. We stared into each other's eyes as I lowered her panties over her trim hips. She stepped out of them and tugged me up. She kissed my chest, moving up my neck and kissed my jaw. Her fingers danced along the band of my boxer briefs. Sliding her hands down, along with my underwear, she squeezed my ass and hummed appreciatively when she was face-to-face with my arousal.

"I always suspected you were packing," she purred, standing up and tracing the underside of my cock. I shuddered. She took my hand and pulled on me, walking toward the shower stall. As she moved, her body was lithe, sexy, and everything perfectly feminine. I followed her eagerly, wanting this, wanting her. The stall was steamy and Bella dipped her head back, wetting her long brunette locks. I bit back a whimper as I watched rivulets of water flow over her beautiful naked body.

Best. Christmas. Ever.

I stepped closer, sliding my hands around her slender waist. She looked up at me, her eyes staring at me. She picked up the shower gel from the nook in my shower, squirting some onto her hand. She rubbed it onto my chest, massaging my pectoral muscles and moving down my belly. My cock twitched, wanting attention. She turned me around and began working her fingers along my spine. "Fuck, that feels good," I moaned.

"Your back is riddled with knots, Edward," Bella said, her hands massaging my shoulders. "When was the last time you took some time for yourself?"

"Prom," I shrugged. Her hands stilled and she slid her arms around my waist, pressing cheek between my shoulder blades. She was squeezing me tightly. I loosened her arms, turning around and hesitantly reaching for her cheek. "I don't regret prom, Bella. It was the best night of my life, beautiful."

"I want to change that," she said, pressing her cheek into my hand.

"I feel like I don't deserve it," I whispered. "After how I treated you, Bella. I mean … I ignored you. I treated you like shit, listening to what Jasper said to me. I should have asked you, but …"

She shook her head, pulling my face to hers. She kissed me, her lips pliant and supple beneath mine. I gripped her hips, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She whimpered, twisting my wet hair into her hands. I pressed her against the wall, wanting nothing more than to pick her up and slide inside her pussy. She pulled back, her chest heaving. "Edward …"

"Sorry, beautiful," I murmured.

"No, don't apologize," she said. "I'm sorry for what happened. Jasper, he's going to get an ear full about how he acted. Who is he and how does he think that he can tell me how I want to live my life?" She stared into my eyes. "I really liked you. Seeing you now? Those feelings haven't diminished. For the first time since I've left this Podunk town, I feel … happy."

"You're not?" I asked.

"I'm content, but emotions are not allowed in my line of work. I don't trust easily. I certainly don't open myself up," she muttered. "A lot of that was from your snub, but my drive was to forget the pain. I don't have friends. I haven't had a relationship. Casual sex? Fuck buddies? Sad to say, that's extent of my experience with men." She stared at me, sadness swirling in her eyes, along with emptiness. Blinking slowly, she blew out a breath, she continued, "But, something my mom said really resonated with me. She said that my job won't keep me warm and love me, care for me, when I get older." She kissed my jaw, my collar bone, my chest before kissing my lips sweetly, tenderly. "I want this, Edward. I want us. I wanted us in high school. And holding you in my arms, feeling your body against mine, your lips … I want this more than anything."

Even if for one night … live, Edward.

"I want you, too," I said, "but not in the shower. I want you in my bed." I ran my fingers down her midline, watching as she whimpered and my cock bobbed in approval. "But, we can have some fun in here. I want to feel every inch of your body." I kissed her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. "I want to taste you." She babbled incoherently, clawing at my shoulders. "I want to touch you." I reached over and poured the gel onto my hands. I began rubbing the gel onto her body, starting with her arms and moving up to her torso. I cupped her pert breasts, watching her as she arched back into my hands. I twisted and pulled on her nipples, which were diamond points and aching to be touched. I moved my hands down her taut stomach, massaging her hips and teasing just above her small, neatly trimmed nestle of curls.

"Please," she begged, gripping my bicep. "Touch me, Edward."

I kissed her, nipping at her lips as my fingers slid between her legs. I circled my finger over her clit, which was swollen and throbbing. Bella gasped, spreading her legs and rocking against my hand. She was wet, but not from the shower. I could feel her essence coating my fingers as I teased her pussy. I sped up my fingers, slowed them down and circled her clit. She whimpered, pleading for release. I wanted to enjoy every moment of this, feeling her soft skin and hearing her breathy moans. She began panting, her movements becoming jerky. "Do you want to come, beautiful?" I purred, nipping on her lips.

"Yes," she gasped. "Never … so good … don't stop." I smiled against her mouth, swirling my fingers over her clit until she shuddered. I could feel her lower muscles clenching as her orgasm zipped through her. I wanted to see her, taste her as she came, but holding her in my arms and being able to kiss her was amazing.

When her hand wrapped around my cock, I growled against her mouth. She pulled away and moved me so I was against the wall. Gracefully, she sank to her knees. "Bella," I hissed. "No … I want … you don't have to …"

"I want to. I want to taste you, baby," she said, kissing my hips and moving closer to my painfully hard erection. She bit her lip, her hand gliding over my length. When she pressed a kiss to the head of my cock, my head fell back and I groaned. Bella giggled, deep and seductive, before plunging her mouth around me. I watched her as she bobbed her head over my length. It was my fantasy come to life, watching the girl of my dreams, sucking my dick. Her pink lips were wrapped around my arousal and her tongue was tasting every inch of me.

"Fuck, that's gorgeous," I panted. "Seeing you … sucking my cock." She hummed, swirling her tongue around the head of my erection. Her fingers rolled my balls, teasing on the soft skin behind them. "Oh, shit." She released my cock with a pop, stroking it with her hand while she ran her tongue along the underside of my shaft. "Bella …"

"Good, hmmmm?" she asked, licking the head like it was popsicle. "You taste so good, Edward. All salty and manly. Fucking delicious." She winked up at me, taking me back into her mouth and bobbing her head with fervor. What her mouth couldn't reach, she stroked with her hand and I felt the familiar tingling in my balls and a warmth in my belly. She dragged her teeth along the underside of my shaft. I lost all control when she did that. My cock exploded in her mouth, filling her mouth with my cum.

She licked me clean and sat back on her haunches, wiping her lips daintily. I lifted her easily, holding her against my chest and in my arms as I kissed her hungrily. She eagerly kissed me back, with the same need as me. I tasted myself on her lips, on her tongue. Breathing heavily, we stared at each other. She brushed my wet hair back and caressed my stubbled jaw. "I've wished for this," I whispered, turning off the water and placing her on her feet. "It was … suffice it to say, it was filed as 'never gonna happen.' You know?"

"This is happening, Edward," she said. "I want this. Feeling you, touching you, kissing you … I want to be owned by you." She put her hands on either side of my face. Her face was solemn, but the fire in her eyes was unmistakable. "Make me yours."

BPOV

Edward picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom. It was small, with a queen-sized bed. There were Christmas lights around the windows, casting the room in a cozy glow. The bed was made, which earned him some major points. He gently put me on the bed and covered my body with his. We were still wet from our shower, but I couldn't find it in me to care. His lips were moving against mine, commanding, but soft.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known," he said against my mouth. "Having you in my arms, my bed … it's the best thing I've ever experienced. My dream come true." He kissed my neck, tasting my skin and growling against my throat. "You've had your taste. I want one, beautiful." He nipped at my earlobe. "Tasting your skin, your breasts …" He moved down and suckled on my nipples. I tugged on his hair, arching my back. "Your pussy."

"Fuck," I gasped.

"I won't do that," he said, his fingers gliding over my breasts. "You deserve more than a quick fuck. Tonight, I want to spend the night worshipping you, showing you how special, how beautiful you are." He kissed me sweetly, but made his way down my body. He did worship me, lavishing my body with kisses, and tender caresses. He reached the swell of my hips and he blinked up at me. His eyes were dark with desire and his lips were parted. "Do you want this? Do you want me to taste you?"

"Please," I begged. "Please, lick me. Taste me, baby."

"Where?" he asked, his voice dark and sexy. "Where do you want me to lick you?"

"My pussy," I said, my voice breathy. "I want your mouth there. Lick my pussy. Taste me. Make me come."

He smiled, crooked and carnal. He moved further down my body, spreading my legs and staring at me. "You are … there are no words to describe this. Seeing you spread out like this, naked in my bed. You're perfect, Bella." He bent down, his lips just above my trimmed curls. He kissed me gently, inhaling deeply. He blinked back up at me before spreading my legs further and sliding his tongue through my slit. I moaned, falling back and tangling my hands into his wet hair. His mouth on me was relentless, sexy and amazing. He'd tease my entrance, sliding his tongue inside me and then moved my clit with his fingers toying with my body. His other hand cupped my breasts, rolling and twisting my nipples. He sucked on my clit, easing a finger inside me. I rocked against his face and he eagerly curled his finger in me and flicked my clit with his tongue. My body began to clench and I gripped the navy-blue comforter. I whimpered his name, pleading for more. When his pinky grazed my ass, I lost it. I screamed and my body came alive, my orgasm crashing over me in waves of absolute ecstasy. He kept his mouth on me until I couldn't take it anymore. I gently pushed him away and he kissed my inner thighs, crawling up my body and drawing me into his arms.

"No. Words," I panted, pressing a kiss to his chest and tracing his tattoo. He just looked at me, his fingers dancing along my spine.

"Agreed," he said, blinking down at my lips. I moved closer, kissing his mouth and tasting my essence on his lips. He sighed, his hands cupping my ass. I draped my leg over his and smiled against his lips. "You're still so wet, beautiful."

"I've got a handsome, wonderful man kissing me. Holding me," I whispered in the darkness.

"Is it sad that I don't want this night to end?" he asked, tightening his arms around me.

"No, Edward," I sighed, kissing his jaw. "I feel the same way." Being here with him made my condo in Chicago seem so impersonal, so cold. Even though I had anything I ever wanted, I really didn't have any companionship, friends or anything to make me truly happy. I was content, as I told him, but not happy. Never happy. I gulped and tried not to cry. I brushed my lips against his. "Make love to me, Edward." My voice cracked and he looked down at me.

"Bella?" he asked.

"Please, Edward," I said. "Make love to me." He kissed me and rolled over, reaching into the nightstand. He pulled out a condom. He made quick work of putting it on his arousal and settled between my legs. He kissed me, his lips on mine and rolling his body over mine. When the head of his arousal brushed over my clit, he stopped and he gazed down at me. I reached for his cock, guiding it to my entrance. He slipped inside, filling me in a way that I'd never felt before. His body was controlled as he slid inside, filling me to the hilt. "Edward … so big … so good."

"I'm … fuck," he breathed, looking at where we were joined. "Never in my wildest dreams did I …" He moved his hips slightly, moving his hardness inside me. He leaned down, kissing me, bruising my lips the power of his kiss. His rolled his hips and filled me completely, making me gasp. His movements were slow, languid and powerful. He looped one of my legs over his arm and onto his shoulder. The new angle pushed him deeper inside. He cupped my breasts as he thrust inside me, claiming me and making love to me. "Oh, Bella, you're so fucking tight."

I grunted, pawing at his chest and wanting him closer to me. I hooked my leg higher on his hip. I moved with him, feeling every inch of his body inside me. "Edward …" He looked down at me, his eyes swirling with desire, lust and something else. He kissed me, lowering my leg and rolling us so I was perched on his lap. His arms were banded around my waist and I moved over his length. I liked this position better. I could touch him, feel his hair and kiss him unhindered. His thrust into me with each roll of my body. "Fuck, it's never felt this good. So, good. Don't stop, baby."

"Never, Bella," he whispered. He brushed my curling hair over my shoulder and kissed my lips, moving his mouth down my jaw. I whimpered, leaning back and taking him deeper. "Perfection, Bella. Seeing you ride my cock." I looked at him, seeing the unbridled desire in his gaze, in his voice. I reached down between us, where we were joined and I circled my clit. He smirked, supporting my back with his hand and squeezing my breasts.

With the combination of my fingers touching my clit and feeling his cock pumping in me and his hands on my tits, I could feel my body grow closer to my release. It was different from the orgasm I'd had when he licked my pussy. It was deeper, more powerful. I was moaning with each stroke, needing him to come with me. "Edward, please … I need you to …"

"Beautiful, I'm there," he said, pulling me closer. Our lips crashed together. I clung to his shoulders, needing to be closer, to be with him forever. I could feel his cock grow inside me and my muscles clench around him. His arms snaked around me, banding around my waist as I felt my orgasm come out of nowhere, claiming me and making me lose control. Edward grunted with me, his hips thrusting and panting heavily. Our movements slowed and I leaned against him, kissing his shoulders and moving up to his lips. He smiled crookedly, his fingers tracing my collarbones. I traced his features, his strong jaw, his slightly crooked nose and his pink lips. He nipped at my fingers, making me laugh quietly. "Did I worship you, Bella?" he asked, his lips quirking up into a sad smile.

"I've never felt more loved," I answered, kissing him and hugging him close. I yawned, leaning my cheek against his shoulder. He moved me off his lap and tucked me under the covers. He got up, his body lean and sexy as he walked to the bathroom, disposing of the condom. He came back into the bedroom, slipping between the sheets and curling me to his chest. "This is the best place in the world, right here."

"I agree," he whispered, pressing his lips to my forehead. I yawned again, snuggling closer to him. I didn't want to sleep, but my brain and my body were telling me otherwise. "Sleep, beautiful. I have no intention of letting you go."

"Promise?" I asked. He just tightened his hold on me and I fell asleep, happy for the first time in almost twelve years.

EPOV

I held her. Her feminine body was pressed against mine and she was smiling as she sleeping. I idly played with her curly hair. I wanted to sleep, but my mind couldn't rest. I didn't want to lose this, lose her. But, our lives were so different. She lived in the city and worked at a lucrative job. I lived in our hometown and I could barely keep my head above water. So, I just watched her sleep, holding her in my arms and relishing in having her in my arms, even if for just a night.

She began moaning, her body rolling against mine. I felt her wetness between her legs since she was holding my thigh between her legs. Her whimpers and her movements woke up my dick and I needed her again. I hesitated, but reached over to my nightstand. I pulled out a condom, frowning when she rolled away, her back to me. I slid on the condom and lay behind her. I kissed her neck. "Wake up, beautiful," I whispered against her ear. "I need you."

Her eyes blinked and she hummed, looking at me over her shoulder. "Need?" she asked.

"Definitely a need," I said, lifting her leg and sliding inside her. She moaned, pushing against me. I slowly circled her clit as I moved my cock, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy. Turning her head, she kissed me, her tongue sliding in my mouth. "Having you in my bed, in my arms … nothing can get any better."

"I agree," she whispered, her arm looping around my neck and toying with my hair. I moved slowly, wanting to make our lovemaking last as long as possible. The clock on my nightstand indicated it was just after dawn. I would need to get her car and she'd go home, probably never to see me again. "Stay with me, Edward. I want you. All of you, baby."

"I'm here, beautiful," I said, tightening my hold around her lithe, little body. "Only with you." She smiled, kissing me and we lost ourselves in our lovemaking, nothing but the sound of our haggard breathing and skin slapping skin. Our climaxes were quiet, but powerful. Bella's muscles clenched around me, triggering mine. I spilled into the condom, wanting nothing more than to claim her in that way, but I couldn't afford the garage.

A baby? Not even close.

Besides, those are pipe dreams.

"Hey, none of this," she said, poking my frown. "We're together." She wriggled and I was still inside her. I smiled softly, kissing her tenderly and curled around her, wanting this moment to last. She eventually drifted back asleep, her fingers twined with mine. I slipped out of the bed, removing the condom and allowing myself another hour or so of being with her before I forced my way out of my apartment to get her car.

The bedroom lightened from a romantic glow, to a cool lavender and then a crystalline sunny morning. I pressed a kiss to her ear and wrote a brief note, telling her that I was getting her car. I looked at her once more, seeing her sleeping in my bed, relaxed, happy and sated. I dressed in a pair of jeans, a heavy sweater and my boots. I tugged on my beanie and my green Cullen jacket. Picking up the keys from the truck and Bella's car keys, I stuffed them into my pocket. I shoveled the drive, making room for the truck to get out. The streets were still pretty bad, but I heard the sounds of the snowplows. Eric Yorkie was getting his time and a half. As I backed the truck out, I saw him. He gave me a wave and I did the same, making my way back toward Bella's car.

Using the GPS in my truck, I made my way back to the practically deserted road where Bella's car had been buried by the snow. If it weren't for the GPS I'd planted, I would have missed it. I pulled on my gloves, picking up the shovel in the back of my truck, beginning the arduous task of digging her car out. It took almost an hour and half before I could finally see what kind of car she had. "Fuck, a Porsche!" Another half hour later, I was able to hook up the tiny sports car to the tow truck. The undercarriage was damaged and I'd have to do some work on it. With a sigh, I put on the flashers on and began my drive back to the garage.

Bringing the car back, meant that my time with Bella would be coming to an end. I didn't want it to … but that was the sad reality of my life.

Jasper was right. I was really worthless and not good enough. I never would be. Not for Bella.

A/N: Some citrusy times. YAY! And Jasper is a douche bag. You'll meet him next chapter. Now, keep in mind, this will be a shorter story, about five chapters, with an epilogue. (Six?) Leave me some loving! Thanks for reading!