Happy Monday! So what could possibly happen in Edward's room?

THIS IS A CARLISLE FREE CHAPTER- *snicker* you guys kill me with your comments on killing off Carlisle… heeheheehee

A Girl Like You- Edwyn Collins

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Chapter 35: I put my hand over hers to keep it there.

EPOV

I eased myself against her, feeling her body line up with mine so easily, like it was perfectly matched to mine.

All the anger and fatigue melted away as her fingers trailed through my hair, her soothing noises putting me at ease.

My fingers itched to trace every inch of her, but just having her here was enough.

She was here, of her own accord.

She had come to see me.

She was in my room.

She was in my bed.

I blinked and stiffened against her.

In every sense of the word.

"You're in my bed," I stated, a little shocked.

She smiled up at me and chuckled.

"You're the one who pulled me over here," she teased, letting her fingers continue to twirl the hair at the base of my neck.

I swallowed and remained frozen there. My body was pressed close to hers, one of her thighs cradling me a little closer to the heat of her. I think I twitched at the thought of how close she was. Her fingers stilled in my hair, drawing my focus back to her face.

"Do you want me to go?" she asked, her voice suddenly unsure.

"No," I rushed out, panic setting in. I gripped her firmly around her hips, holding her to me.

I couldn't lose this. Not ever.

She was here. She was making me feel better. Just by being here.

She wasn't afraid.

Shouldn't she be?

She seemed so relaxed beneath me, regardless of my body's blatant show of excitement.

Was she excited too or just being polite? When was she going to bolt?

I felt her hands framing my jaw. I focused on her again instead of the fears in my head.

She looked serious now. The playfulness in her eyes was gone.

"Don't wig out on me, Edward," she said. "This right here is important."

"What's that?" I asked, fighting for some clarity in my head.

Her right here and my right here could be totally different things and right now I was only thinking of the throbbing in between my legs.

"You, and me," she replied, her fingertips making me shiver when they traced down my neck. "I don't care about anything else but you and me right now."

She let her hands slide slowly down my bare back, and it was then that I realized I was in only my sleep pants, not even any boxers. And she was discreetly eyeing my chest.

I know I twitched that time because her hips moved against me.

"This is a bad idea, Bella," I said, groaning when I felt her thigh tighten on my hip.

"We're not going to have sex with your mother hovering in the hallway," she replied calmly, her hands still wandering over my back. "But you need this."

I closed my eyes and simply felt her against me, warm like a blanket, soft and sweet smelling as I dipped my head down to her neck, kissing the heartbeat there. Her arms wrapped tighter around me, pulling my body against hers until I thought I would suffocate her. I rolled us onto our sides, keeping her close, and traced her neck with my fingertips.

Why was she here? How did she know I needed this, desperately?

"Why did you come over?" I asked, watching my fingers move and delighting in seeing her skin prickle at my touch along her collarbone.

"I needed to be sure you were okay," she replied, whisper soft. "You didn't answer your phone."

I thought about my phone and realized I had turned it off sometime last night to keep from calling her in the middle of the night. I sighed and pulled away, closing my eyes at my idiocy.

I had made her worry. Over me.

She worried about me.

Which normally would make me smile, except I was exhausted and feeling conflicted with her here now. Would she get in trouble? Would Carlisle find out and be even angrier?

"Hey," she murmured and sat up, straddling me over my thighs, so close but so far. "It's okay. I just wanted to see you. I missed your smile."

I opened my eyes to see her smiling down at me, the sunlight framing her beautifully.

She was like an angel in my bed.

I couldn't help but smile for her.

Because she wanted it.

"That's better," she whispered and laid a hand on my chest, making my breath catch at her hot hand on my bare skin. She made to move it away, perhaps sensing that it was a temptation to go further for me.

I put my hand over hers to keep it there.

The soft blush in her cheeks deepened, I wanted so much to kiss it and see if it tasted good. I sat up slowly, letting my hands trace up her arms. My lips trailed over her cheek, closing in on her lips.

"Your heart is beating so fast," she whispered and pressed her hand a little more firmly against my chest, pushing me down onto my back.

She slowly moved her hand across my skin, her eyes watching mine as I lay there under her, breathing hard. I was praying she had the courage to go further.

Down.

Something we shouldn't do, but she was always the distraction.

And my body was completely distracted by her touch, and needy for something more than I could give it.

"Is this all right?"

I could only nod, my mouth was dry.

Down. Down. Down.

"You look tired," she continued, her fingertips moving up instead of down.

She traced under my eyes, the pads of her fingers scraping along my stubble.

"I was awake, thinking," I replied hoarsely.

I wanted to pull her higher up on top of me. Even if it meant poking her with my damn erection. I knew she knew it was there, because of her.

Just a couple inches up.

Mom was outside the door.

Had to behave.

"What were you thinking about?" she asked and leaned in close to brush her nose along my jaw, trapping me against her soft stomach.

Sweet agony.

"You."

"I know that," she replied, chuckling. "What about me?"

I swallowed, suddenly sober.

"That I can't lose you," I whispered, feeling the panic sink in over the night's argument and thoughts once more.

She sat up and looked down at me, frowning hard.

"That's not going to happen," she said, her voice suddenly very strong and sure. "No one is going to keep us apart."

She said it so emphatically; I could believe her while we lay in my bed.

But when we stepped out into the world, I knew Carlisle would have something to say.

"Carlisle," I started but she silenced me with her hand on my mouth.

"Carlisle isn't going to do shit, Edward. He can't force me to stay away. I promise," she proclaimed.

I kissed her hand gently, reaching around her so that I could pull her down and roll us so that I hovered over her. Trailing my hands through her hair that had spilled all over my pillows, I hoped that they smelled like her after she was gone.

Not gone, just gone home.

Because she had promised.

"How do you do that?" I asked.

"What?" she asked, smiling timidly.

"Make everything better with your determination?"

Her smile widened and her hands slipped down my chest to my waist, holding me gently.

"Because I know what I want, and I refuse to let anyone ruin that for me."

If I wasn't already hard for her before, I would be at her words. She was so determined to be mine. And that made me want her so much more.

And having her here, underneath me in my bed, with my mom in the house was absolute torture.

Because I wanted her, and judging by the look in her eyes and the feel of her hands as they slipped around towards my ass, she wanted me too.

I pushed against her at her hands prompting, and I watched as her eyes fluttered and closed, a quiet moan escaping her lips. She was pinned under me, wrapping her leg over my thigh and pulling me closer, feeling the heat of her against my aching cock.

Would she be disgusted if I got off from just dry humping her?

Because I was a few seconds from blast off.

"Bella," I croaked and wrapped my hands under her, pressing her breasts up into my chest as she adjusted her hips against me and dug her nails into my ass, convincing me that she really wouldn't mind.

She was breathing fast, biting on her lip to keep from crying out as she craned her body up into mine.

Fuck she was going to make me come.

"Bella, we need to stop," I hissed, feeling the tightening in my balls that told me any second I was done for.

She groaned and opened her eyes to me, her hips hard pressed to mine, but still. She blinked, her bottom lip slowly slipping from her teeth as her eyes turned from lusty to concerned. Her hands slipped away from my ass, back up to my hair and cheek.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away," she murmured. "You just feel really good. I didn't mean to push."

She let me untangle myself from her legs, and I slumped into the bed beside her, drawing the blankets over the proud tent in my pants. I desperately needed to go hide in the shower for an hour.

"It's not that I don't want to," I sighed, taking a deep breath to calm down. "But we're not alone, and I won't be able to stop until I'm a mess all over you."

Her bashful smile reappeared and she slipped in close to my side, although I noticed she kept her thigh safely off of me.

"Probably not the best thing for your mom to see when I walk out of here, true," she admitted, smirking.

"Not that she doesn't probably assume I am having my way with you right now," I said, and hated that I could hear the bitterness in my own voice.

Bella was frowning again.

"Not that she thinks you are easy or anything," I amended, worried I had offended her.

She shook her head and looked down, sad.

"She should trust that you have respect for me and that not everything is about having sex with you," she whispered.

"It's a lot more difficult for me," I murmured. "Most everything is about sex with me."

She looked thoughtful as she lay there beside me, one of her hands playing in my hair on my chest. She really had no idea how that was keeping me hard and wanting.

There was hair on my stomach too.

And below.

Why did I stop grinding against her again?

I really needed to think about other things.

"Do they both think this is a bad idea?" she asked out of the blue.

"Who, my parents?" I asked, a little confused.

She nodded.

I sighed and shrugged, taking her hand in mine to still the distraction.

"Carlisle does, but I thought Esme wanted me to have this," I replied, thinking. "Maybe that's why she hasn't come knocking."

"She's upset," Bella said and looked up. "Was it bad when you came home last night?"

I shifted beside her and moved to sit up. We finally got to the difficult discussion.

And what had kept me up half the night.

"Carlisle told me I wasn't to see you anymore. He was pretty insistent. Esme, she just cried," I said, unsure of why she was so upset, even still.

I supposed I was creating a wedge between the two of them. It hadn't been the same between the two of them since before we left Alaska. When she started back to work, really. But with the business with Tanya, they had become much cooler towards one another.

"I suppose I haven't made their life very easy," I muttered.

I felt Bella sit up beside me, her chin on my shoulder and her arms holding me loosely.

"You haven't done anything wrong, Edward. It's a parents' responsibility to protect their kids. I think she is feeling guilty, maybe," she suggested.

"She found out more last night, I think," I conceded. "She didn't know how long Tanya and I had been together."

I felt Bella stiffen behind me and I touched her arms that lay across my chest.

"I'm sorry, I should stop talking about her. She's not important," I said, turning to look at her.

"She messed with you, Edward. I get that it will be some time before you can forget about her. But if we can stop talking about her, that would be nice. She's not a healthy reminder for you," she replied, and I could hear the anger in her voice.

I turned in her arms and pushed her back down into the blankets, leaning in to kiss her.

"I won't talk about her anymore," I whispered and let my lips brush across hers, light and simple.

"To me," she clarified. "But I think you need to discuss it with your mom. She needs to understand. She needs to deal with it as a mother should."

I nodded against her shoulder and felt her adjust under me again, easily distracting me from the conversation. I groaned and allowed myself to press up against her again, just to feel her.

And hear her soft moan.

"You're going to kill me," I growled near her ear.

She giggled under me, which did nothing to help me pull away. Her entire body vibrated when she giggled.

"I was going to say the same thing," she said playfully.

"I really need to get up and take a shower," I groaned and moved to get up.

"Are you going to think about me while you're in there?" she asked coyly.

"More than likely," I shot back. She really had no idea.

She grinned and sat back on her elbows.

Did she know that by doing that she was showing off her pert breasts?

"Do you think a lot about me like that?" she asked so innocently I swear that she was playing me.

It was making me even more desperate to go jack off in the shower.

I sighed and tugged at my hair.

"All the time, Bella," I admitted and shook my head. "You really are going to kill me."

"All the time?" she asked, sitting up a little. "Like every time you… you know…. Or just all the time?"

"Bella, if you keep this up, I'm going to have to explain a number of things to Esme. First and foremost why you were up here crying out my name, and why my laundry pile is suddenly bigger after you came, literally," I shot back at her.

"Eww!" she said, giggling and fell back onto the bed before sitting back up suddenly, looking at the sheets warily.

"Relax, they're clean," I grumbled and got up out of bed.

"Is it all right that I like that you think about me when you do?" she asked.

I looked back at her and she was licking her bottom lip.

Fuck me.

"I really need to get in the shower now," I replied hoarsely.

She stood and stepped in close to me, my hands automatically moving to cover myself so I didn't poke a hole in her as she pressed her body close. She tiptoed and kissed me on the cheek, sighing softly as she stepped back, eyeing me.

"Just so you know, I think about you too, that way," she whispered.

She turned towards the door and looked back at me before she opened the door.

"I know you want to go slow," she said. "But I think it might help both of us if we maybe took a tiny step forward. Because while you get to go in there and get off, I'm going to be hot and bothered until I get home tonight."

And with that, she slipped out of my room, leaving me standing there.

Hornier than ever.

My release in the shower never felt so good, but all along I was reminded that I would need to help Bella out with her frustration.

Lend her a hand, so to speak.

Maybe we could convince Esme to go to town for a little while.

That idea had possibilities.

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AN: I know, you all hoped for a little tug and pull, maybe a little exploration… I think they did well, given their self imposed good behaviour. But Bella has it right… they need a little jump forward… Or poor Edward will be exploding at her first touch…

More tomorrow!

Hope you enjoyed this little bit of happy. I'll try to blast past the continued Dr. Creepy so we can get to the good stuff.

MWAH!

steph