A/N: Hi again. Is anyone still reading this story? Well, if you're still there, I'm sure you're eager to read the first lemon now, because that's what this chapter really is about. Thanks to all of you for reviewing, adding POMH to your favorites and alerts. It really means a lot to me.

Before I let you read chapter 3 now, I want to send a quick thank you to my wonderful betas, itsange and Angela LuvsFanfic from Project Team Beta and to my dear pre-readers, Vampgirl79 and Thepurplebookworm. Without all of you this chapter would have turned out very differently.

Now I won't keep you any longer. Enjoy the citrus.

Disclaimer: How matter how much I love it, Twilight's not mine but SM's. Thanks for giving us something to dream about.

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Chapter 3 – Desire

As soon as I had locked the door behind us, I turned around to find Edward eying me hungrily, and immediately, his body pinned mine to the door. His hands were grabbing at the hem of my top to pull it over my head in one swift motion, before his ravenous mouth captured mine again, our tongues swirling around in a passionate dance.

I was overcome by the need to feel his skin on mine now. Blindly, my fingers started to fumble with his shirt buttons. Too impatient to wait for me to undo them, he pulled the shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. For a moment, I pushed him away, just far enough to get a good view at his perfectly sculpted chest and abs. His muscles were defined but not too prominent under his smooth, pale skin. After tearing my eyes away, I grabbed his hair, pulling his lips to mine again.

Edward's hands traveled over my back, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he unhooked my bra. I let the straps slide down my arms and let it fall on top of his shirt. My eyes were fixed on his face, and I noticed his eyes grow even darker with need, as they took in my bare breasts.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. His words and the look on his face sent a hot shudder of desire through my body before he buried his face in the crook of my neck, licking and nibbling the skin there. His hands lightly brushed my hard nipples as they moved down from my shoulders to my hips. He took a firm grip of my ass, and then he grabbed my thighs, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. I reveled in the feeling of his warm skin against mine as he carried me over to the bed.

After setting me down in the middle, he unbuckled my belt, opened my jeans and yanked them down forcefully, right before he proceeded with pulling my panties down. All the while, I was watching his bare torso, enraptured by the flexing of his muscles. His lips returned to mine again as soon as he had stripped me of my last remaining piece of clothing.

Without looking, my hands were fidgeting with his pants, in desperate need to remove all fabric separating us, as our tongues were savoring one another.

"Shit," I cursed into his mouth, frustrated because his pants wouldn't come off. I could feel him smile as he took over the job. Without parting from my lips for a second, he climbed out of the offending garment.

When he was done, his hands moved to my breasts, cupping them gently. His mouth joined them as his teeth lightly bit my left nipple. I moaned rapturously, my back arching against him, as he started to suck it hard.

The muscles in my loins were twitching with anticipation. His noisy breathing, while he was working my pebbled peak, was a real turn-on.

After one last bite, he moved over to the other side, repeating his ministrations. My core was aching with need as his hand stroked down my stomach until he ran a finger through my folds.

"Ah," I moaned, hearing him chuckle in response.

"Oh my God, Bella, you're so wet." He left my boobs and his hands pushed my knees apart. Now that my sex was on open display, he smiled to himself before he swept my cleft with his fervent tongue. I shut my eyes immediately, overwhelmed by the intense sensation.

"Hmm," he hummed, and I felt myself melting under his touch. His thumbs split my folds to grant him better access to my most sensitive spot. He let his eager tongue dance around, up and down and circling around, making me lose all sense of time and place.

Somehow, totally unlike me, and without making a conscious decision, I relinquished all control and let Edward have his way with me. With my hands tugging at his hair, I surrendered myself to his skillful caresses. The skin all over my body was prickling as waves of pleasure ran up and down my spine. It didn't take long until the pressure building up inside me erupted in loud, breathless moans while every muscle in me seemed to contract and heat washed over all my senses.

He licked his way back up to my lips, and at the same time, removed his boxer briefs while I slowly recovered from my climax. Finally, I had him the way I'd wanted him all along, naked and on top of me. I could taste and smell myself on his breath, lips and tongue. Whenever that had happened before, I was grossed out, but somehow, right here and with Edward, it felt intimate and even heightened my arousal.

Without looking at what he was doing, he grabbed for his pants, coming back with a condom and, after breaking away from my lips, he instantly opened the wrapper. Biting my lip in anticipation, I took the rubber out of the pack, and after throwing an admiring glance—he was very well endowed—I put it on him.

"I want you," I murmured when I looked back into his eyes, gripping his hair with my hands again.

"How much?" He grinned wickedly, as he rubbed his latex covered member at my peak.

"Very much!" I whimpered because of the way his closeness caused my entrance to throb.

It was a delightful relief when he finally thrust his length into my aching center. He halted for a moment, giving me the chance to cherish the strange sense of fulfillment I felt, now that he was inside me. A feeling I hadn't ever experienced before.

Then he started to move inside me, every thrust striking a chord that I hadn't known to be there. He was hovering over me, his weight on his elbows, his lips on my neck, kissing, licking and biting. His chest lightly rubbed over my breasts, our skins covered by a sheen of sweat.

Although physically we were as close as two people could be, I still felt the need for him to be closer, deeper inside me. He seemed to pick up on my longing because, after a minute, he put his arm under the hollow of my knee, bringing my leg close to my chest and allowing him to enter me even deeper. The new sensation made me ecstatic. As he went on driving himself into me faster and harder, my fingers frantically clawed at his back, holding on for dear life. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge that I felt was only inches away.

I panted uncontrollably as I almost reached the peak of pleasure.

"Oh, yeah, Bella, come for me," he incited me, as he let his warm, delicious breath wash over my face. Seconds later, I felt a previously unknown high which made me scream out loud.

While I was still partly unaware of my surroundings, only Edward filling my every sense, I registered his breath accelerating, and with a deep "Oh, yes, fuck, yes," he came, before he collapsed on top of me.

Partly recovered, he kissed my lips again, passionately but less demanding than he had only minutes ago. Then he rolled off of me to lie flat on his back, disposing of the condom, before he pulled me close to his chest.

"That was not what I expected when I came here tonight." His breath was still slightly ragged.

"Me, neither," I answered truthfully.

"I think Seattle's growing on me," he chuckled, his hands starting to toy with my hair.

"Despite the weather, it can be quite hot here, don't you think?" I raised my head a little to look at his face.

He smiled as he answered, "One particular Seattleite certainly is."

We were quiet for a while as he twisted a strand of my long, dark-brown hair around his index finger, while my hands toyed with the hair on his chest. Strangely, my usual flight instinct didn't kick in. In fact, I was quite unwilling to move at all.

Edward sighed sadly before he finally stated, "I think it's past two in the morning. I guess we should leave soon."

"We don't have to." I paused, biting my lip for a second, before I dared to continue. "This is practically my room and Alice invited me to stay tonight. You know, the bed is big enough. I'd be willing to share." I gazed up at Edward expectantly. Had I really just invited him to stay the night? I had never done that before, nor did I usually stay at a man's place overnight. I had always felt uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed with a man. Even in my three so-called relationships I had always been restless and felt awkward when I had shared a bed for a night.

Right now, there was nothing awkward about the situation. The only thing I was afraid of was that he might prefer to leave.

"Well, I admit that I'm pretty comfortable where I am, and I doubt that I'm able to drive home after the amount of whiskey I had. So, if you don't mind, I'll take you up on your offer."

I dropped my eyes from his face to his chest and tried to hide a smile as I said, "I don't mind."

One of Edward's hands stroked up and down my spine, while the other went on playing with my hair. I was engulfed in his wonderful scent as I slowly drifted off to a restorative sleep.

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When my mind gradually drifted from sleep to wakefulness, I felt unnaturally warm. It took me a minute to realize, that I was lying with my back to Edward who, his arms around me, was holding me close to him. I couldn't believe that we had been sleeping like that the whole night.

Pictures of last night flashed up in my mind. Images of me and Edward making out heavily on the sofa, his glorious body on top of mine, his hard member inside me. Memories of that forceful last orgasm made me shudder.

Although it felt unbelievably good to wake up this way, I couldn't keep my head from reminding me that I wasn't comfortable letting a man be that close. I was torn between feeling snug in a way that was absolutely foreign to me and my familiar fear of being hurt again.

Fear outweighed the feeling of contentment, so I carefully wiggled my way out of Edward's arms and decided to go to the en-suite bathroom. Looking into the mirror, I saw that my face was still flushed with excitement while my hair was a mess. There was nothing I could do about it bedsides taking a shower.

The warm water running down my body felt nice. But no matter how warm and comfy it was, as it caressed my skin, it didn't feel as good as Edward's arms around me.

I gasped with shock when the curtain was suddenly pulled back and a naked, sleepy, yet incredibly sexy Edward stood in front of me.

"Good morning, beautiful," he yawned as a greeting, while he ran one hand through his wild hair.

"Sorry, I didn't want to wake you." Again, I marveled at how perfect he was.

"You didn't, or, yes, you did, too. The bed was suddenly cold and empty." While he spoke, he let his eyes roam my wet body.

His words as well as his gaze resurrected the butterflies in my stomach.

"Sorry," I said as I took a good look at the beautiful, naked man and noticed that his growing erection betrayed his approval of what he was seeing in front of him. My heart began to race with sudden desire. "Did you want to take a shower, too? I think there's room enough for the two of us."

He smiled his lopsided smile and joined me under the hot water. He wrapped his arms around my waist immediately and pulled me close, while he touched his lips to mine.

This was another first for me. Usually I didn't share the bathroom with anyone but, weird as that was, I didn't mind right now.

As I felt his rock hard member pressed against my stomach, I acted on an impulse when I went down on my knees, wrapped my fingers around his hard-on and took him in my mouth. Edward started to breathe audibly when my tongue began to massage him. Placing his hands on my head, he moaned as I took him in as deeply as possible. His hands grabbed my hair, while I was moving my head back and forth.

"Oh, yes, baby, that's good. Just like that." His words spurred me to move faster and take him in a little deeper.

Of course, I had given head before, but never had I taken the initiative. Until today, I'd never liked satisfying a man orally. But I was really aroused by the mere thought of tasting Edward. And he was delicious. My tongue swirled around, paying special attention to his tip, savoring the feeling of his manhood in my mouth.

It didn't take long until he panted hoarsely and tried to pull my head back. But I held my ground. Now that I wanted to do this with him, I wanted to do it right and all the way.

"Oh fuck, Bella, yeeeees."

I swallowed the salty liquid that flooded my mouth in three strong spurts without batting an eye, feeling strangely elated, knowing that I satisfied him.

He put his hand under my chin and made me get up to stand in front of him. A second later, his tongue was in my mouth and, during a passionate kiss, he backed me into the corner of the shower. His hand gripped my thigh, lifted my left leg and placed my foot on the edge of the bathtub so that my legs were spread.

A second later he was on his knees.

"It's my turn now," he said, his voice hoarse with lust, before he attacked my peak with his mouth.

"Ohhh," I moaned as Edward's caress instantaneously made my head spin. Every nerve in my body seemed to be on edge, responding to his unique touch. A few moments later, he first slid one then two fingers inside me, making me shudder with pleasure. As he forcefully drove them in and out and back in again, he alternately sucked my nub and rubbed his rough tongue over it. The tension inside me built up fast and, only moments later, I was seeing fireworks behind my closed lids, and my knees gave out in a mind-blowing orgasm.

I was panting uncontrollably when Edward's strong arms caught me. "Woah, careful, Bella. You could get hurt." I looked at an incredibly gorgeous, smug smile as I opened my eyes. He held me close to him while I slowly regained my strength.

We washed each other playfully, covering the other one in foam and rinsing it off again, before we left the shower and reluctantly got dressed. When we were both wearing last night's clothes, we unlocked the door and began the walk of shame, trying to sneak out of our friend's house.

To my dismay, we had to pass the kitchen where Alice and Jasper were just having breakfast. I halted in the doorway as Alice spotted me.

"So, there you are. Last night you were gone all of a sudden. I figured you were upstairs, but I didn't dare to check in case I could wake you," Alice scolded.

That second, Edward, who had been following me and hadn't noticed I had stopped, bumped into me. Both our friends raised their eyebrows in astonishment, then looked at each other before their gazes returned to us.

"So, Bella, it seems you've met Edward after all. I guess I don't have to introduce you, then. I hope you had fun last night," Jasper greeted us suggestively.

"Morning, Jazz, Alice. Well, I had too much to drink, and Bella suggested that I could stay in the guest room with her," Edward tried to explain our presence. Gentlemen don't kiss and tell.

"However, sit down and have breakfast with us," Jasper said, as he rose to set up two more places at the table.

We had a nice meal spiked with lots of sexual innuendos by Alice and Jasper. As we were done, we said our goodbyes, left the house and walked to our cars that were conveniently parked next to each other.

"So, I had a lot of fun last night—and this morning," Edward said, smiling at me.

"Yes, me too." This here might finally be the awkward part.

"Uhm, I would really like to see you again," he stated, looking hopeful.

Normally, I avoided sleeping with men I previously knew, or who were coworkers even, to make sure I could walk away without having to deal with them later. Considering that Edward was a friend of Jasper's and a coworker, it had been clear right from the start that we would inevitably have to meet again. Although this was kind of breaking my own rules, I couldn't bring myself to regret a minute of our time together.

"You most certainly will. I think we'll be working together quite a lot." I didn't know how to handle this. I wanted to see him again, like last night, the sooner the better. But the reasonable part of my brain acted up, saying I had to keep my safe distance from the man.

"You know that's not what I mean," he raised his brow just like his voice at the end of the sentence, making it sound like a question. His eyes were slowly filling with disappointment.

"Yeah, I know. I'd like to repeat last night, too." Then, without thinking about it twice, I broke another one of my rules. "Here's my number. Give me a call." With that I held my business card out to him, with my home as well as my cellphone number on it. "But I'm quite sure we'll meet at the agency next week, anyway."

It was totally unexpected when he suddenly pulled me close to him, giving me another deep kiss, before he broke away, grabbed my card out of my hand and turned to walk to the driver's side of his Volvo.

"Bye, beautiful. See you soon." He stepped inside the car and sped off a moment later.

I stood there at my Prius, baffled and absolutely clueless as to what had possessed me over the last twelve hours.

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A/N: So, what's your opinion? Those two definitely have some chemistry, don't you think? I have to admit that I'd do Edward myself if I could ;). So, what's next week?

..."She wanted to know if you were any good." As soon as it was out, I wanted to take it back.

He swallowed before he nonchalantly asked, "Well, was I?"...

Really embarrassing, isn't it? What might Bella say to that? Well, I guess we'll see next week. Please, tell me what you think or just leave some love. CU