A little bit of Bella…

She must just be on cloud 9… lol

Call Me- Blondie: going old skool…

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Chapter 24: "Are you really naked?"

BPOV

Call…

Come on…

I sat at the kitchen table, staring down my phone impatiently. I hadn't done much else.

Nearly burned the last two batches of cookies, but I had enough to salvage for Charlie.

And Edward.

I absolutely was bringing cookies tomorrow.

God, he tasted amazing the first time, but when he ate a cookie, he was like chocolate covered sex.

All right, what I assumed was chocolate covered sex.

Damn, would he let me melt chocolate on him and lick him clean?

Was that too kinky?

Thoughts of drizzling chocolate down his chest and a lot lower made me burn the last batch.

That was an hour ago and the house had finally aired out.

I looked at my phone again, checking to be sure I didn't have it on silent and traipsed through the house to start locking up. It wasn't too late, but as soon as the sun went down, I grew nervous having anything open when I was alone.

I had never told Charlie about the time someone broke in to Mom's house in Phoenix. He would have flipped out and hired a babysitter for me. It was easier just to deal with my fear and lock up early.

Too bad he made Edward leave.

Charlie was pretty cool as a dad, more like an older brother on a lot of things, but he still seemed to be overprotective over me when it came to actual boys. He seemed to like Edward though, which made me smile.

If Charlie liked him, eventually he'd let him stay longer.

After Charlie left for work.

We'd behave.

Sure.

I checked my phone again, worrying my lip at the thought that maybe I had punched in the number wrong.

Stupid me, I should have called my number so I'd have his too.

Would he think me desperate if I had called him?

This was new territory for me. I mean, I had been on dates, but if you didn't include Bobby Newman in the third grade, I never really had a boyfriend before. Just a lot of guy friends that thought I'd make a good pal when they needed advice on girls.

Why they thought I was the expert, I would never know.

And was Edward even my boyfriend?

I mean, he hadn't asked. He had just kissed me.

And I had not clarified; just let him kiss me good and proper.

I touched my lips again for the millionth time, enjoying the slight burn I felt around them from his stubble.

Shaking myself out of my daydreams of what that stubble could do, I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, sad that he had not called, texted, or even snuck back to see me. I was sure Charlie must have scared him a little, after Charlie's speech to Mike.

As much as I liked Charlie giving Mike the heeve ho, I didn't want Edward to think my dad would pull out his gun on him should he find us making out in the kitchen.

Or having mad crazy sex in my bed.

Looking at my bed as I stepped into my room, I wondered how he would fit in it. It was one of those old doubles. And he was tall.

Imagining Edward in my bed wasn't helping my frustration that he hadn't texted me.

I tried everything to distract myself.

I filled out our Flour Child journal, laughing at Edward's entries from the night before. He was definitely not one to go into detail, but I could tell he was trying.

Which reminded me that he was supposed to have Flour Child at night.

He totally got out of taking care of Flour Child!

He was going to take it all day tomorrow!

I was brushing my teeth when I heard my phone chirp.

Spitting out quickly I grabbed at my phone, trying not to scream when I saw the name.

Dammit.

"Hi, Dad."

"Well that's not the happy girl I thought I'd hear," he replied.

I sighed and wiped at my mouth, not in the mood to discuss my disappointment over the phone with my dad.

"I'd just a little tired, Dad," I replied, heading back to my room.

"Well, just checking in with you. No one else there, right?" he asked, and I could hear the grin in his voice.

"No, Dad. You sufficiently scared him," I groused, sure that was why he hadn't texted.

I'd be lucky to get a ride tomorrow.

Of any kind.

"Well, get some sleep. I'll drive by a little later to check in on you," he said.

"Okay. See you in the morning?"

"Maybe. I might work the double shift," he replied.

We said our goodnights and I slid under the sheets and blanket, watching my phone power button blink in the dark.

It was nearly ten, early still for bed, but what else did I have to do?

Nothing.

I was feeling extra down as I closed my eyes, hoping maybe tomorrow wouldn't be as bad as I thought it would be.

I touched my lips again, recalling the memory once more, hoping that maybe it could brighten my mood. Give me some visuals as I slid onto my back and let my free hand trace over the edge of my underwear. What would his lips feel like elsewhere?

What would his hands feel like doing this to me?

What would he feel like? There?

I was thinking of how soft his hair was when I heard the beep.

My eyes shot open.

Did I imagine it.

I swallowed and turned my head to my phone. The keyboard was lit up.

Message.

Yes!

I sat up and straightened my bedding, tucked back my hair that had worked loose, and took a deep breath.

Opening up the message, I let out a noise that sounded something like what happens when your tires spin a little when you hit the gas too hard.

Whatever, I was alone.

And I had a text from Edward.

-Sorry, is this too late. Just got away from the rents.

I wiggled in my bed and counted to thirty.

I didn't want to look like I had my phone in bed with me, waiting.

At twenty nine seconds I typed out my reply and hit send.

-It's cool. I'm still up. Just reading in bed.

It took him forever respond. An entire three minutes.

-I was worried it'd be too late. What u reading?

Oh crap. I needed something to be reading!

I glanced over at my bookshelf and picked the first thing there.

-Jane Austen. What are you doing?

-Just got into bed.

The mental image of Edward, naked to his waist, sheet tucked low as he lay there texting me made me slow to respond. It might have taken a minute. He'd probably know I was thinking about that. I quickly texted the first thought that popped into my head.

-I'm not keeping you up am I?

Looking at that after sending it, I smirked. I wondered if he got boners by texts too?

-I don't mind staying up for you.

Regardless of how he meant it, I was a little swoony. I must have been too slow in replying because he texted me back again.

-Can I call you? I'm not so good at texts.

I grinned and texted him back to call me, and before I had closed out the text message, my phone was ringing.

"Hello?" I answered, cringing when I heard just how breathy it was.

"Hi."

His voice was deep over the phone, and he drew out those two little letters like a contented sigh with words.

"Hi," I replied, grinning when I heard him chuckle.

Everything sounded deeper over the phone.

"Is this all right?" he asked softly. "I don't want to get you in trouble."

"My dad's on patrol, he won't mind," I replied and felt a shiver run over my body when I heard him make a noise something like the groan he had made earlier when we kissed.

"He's pretty protective of you, he might," he murmured.

It was driving me crazy, hearing his voice in my ear, even if it was only on the phone.

"So what are you doing right now?" I asked, trying to deflect the conversation of my father.

"Talking with you."

I laughed and slid down a little further into my bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Lying here talking with you," I teased.

Another groan from him.

Thank goodness I only needed one hand to talk to him.

Yes, I was totally touching myself.

I heard a shuffling from his end and then another noise that sounded like a sigh.

"What was that?"

"You could hear that?" he asked before letting out a long breath before whispering, "I was getting more comfortable."

"What, are you naked?" I asked, meaning it as a joke.

"Are you?"

I really needed to be, my underwear was a nuisance.

"Maybe," I replied, this strange bit of boldness exhilarating.

"You can't say those things to me, Bella," he whispered, his voice a little strained. "Are you really naked?"

I laughed again and shifted in my bed, my underwear disappearing somewhere in the covers.

"No, absolutely not. I'm a good girl, Edward," I replied coyly.

I heard him start to say my name when he stuttered and covered his phone quickly, the noise beyond muffled so I couldn't tell if he was talking or not. When he uncovered the phone he let out another long breath.

"I have to go, Bella. I can still pick you up tomorrow?" he asked, his voice low.

"Seven thirty?" I asked.

"Seven thirty. Night Bella. Sweet dreams," he whispered.

"You too," I murmured.

I closed my eyes and smiled into the darkness, the warm flowing feeling tingling through my body as I traced along my stomach again. I tried to imagine him there with me, his fingers instead of mine. But there was something missing.

Something more I was sure.

Somehow my hands just didn't have the same effect as what I hoped his might.

Well, damn. I had blocked myself.

From anticipation.

Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.

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AN: awww. Bella can't get off on her own, and poor Edward is probably getting off for the third time since leaving her. I know you all wanted super sexy sexting... maybe on their second phone date...lol

More tomorrow!

MWAH!

steph