Girl when you want it, you know that I'm on it
You know that I love lovin' up on you
Let's hit the switch and let our shadows dance
And light it up like it's our last chance
-Burnin It Down by Jason Aldean-
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'Bella, I feel a sin coming on.'
Bella only sighed but refused to comment. She still wasn't quite sure what to think of Paul.
Izzy smirked. She'd actually surprised him when she opened the door before he'd had a chance to knock. She watched as he took her in with an arched eyebrow and an amused grin. His eyes moved from her mid calf length, stiletto heeled, black leather boots and up her bare legs to the pleated black mini skirt she wore, finally to the crimson, crocheted crop top that hung off of her shoulders slightly.
Paul licked his lips ever so slowly when his eyes met hers. Even her make up- though minimal- was stunning. Some liquid eye liner, a light coat of mascara and a simple clear lip gloss had him all but begging- silently and in his head only- to kiss her.
"Going somewhere?" He finally purred. His voice practically oozed sex causing her to trap her lower lip between her teeth in an effort to keep her groan of want at bay.
She nodded. "I am." She told him with a slow smirk when her body was under control.
"Anywhere fun?" He inquired.
Her fingers hooked into the belt loops of his sinfully tight- almost painfully so- hip hugging black jeans. His black tee shirt with the logo of the garage he worked out of- Uley Auto Repair and Body- printed on the back was all but painted onto him. His steel toed boots stopped inches from her own boots as she forced him to invade her personal space- not that either of them were complaining.
"I'm going shopping for new clothes." She whispered, her voice husky and laced in spades with lust.
His own hands moved to her waist. "Anything in particular?" He was dreading her throwing away some of her outfits. The one he first met her in was a rather fond one of his.
"You can come with me if you want, but I doubt you'd have any fun." She mused. She relished the way his thumbs grazed lightly over the bare skin of her hips.
He internally debated for a minute with his head tilted in thought. "Where are you going exactly?"
She couldn't help the slow smirk that danced over her lips. "Victoria's Secret, Fredrick's of Hollywood and Hot Topic to start with. After that, it's off to Traffic." She sighed.
She had a lot of ground to cover.
"Why are you going to traffic? What does that have to do with shopping?" He asked in confusion.
Izzy actually giggled. It'd be just like a guy to ask that. "No… Traffic is a shoe store. They specialize in designer shoes and boots. And I LOVE their selections. Where do you think I got these from?" She asked showing off the boots on her feet.
"The cab drivers are gonna hate you." He teased.
"Nope," She grinned popping the p. "I have a car, just… I very rarely drive it." She said pointed to the car in the parking area of her apartment building.
Paul's eyes bulged in awe. "Izzy…" He swallowed hard and made his way over to the car.
"I know… it's old… but… it was my grandpa Swan's. He willed it to me after before he passed away."
"Do you have ANY idea what this is?!" He felt like a kid on Christmas morning.
"A car?" Amusement and confusion colored her voice as she answered.
"Izzy, this is a 1969 Dodge Charger! It's a fucking classic! Damn but she's a beauty too!" He said running his hand over the body of said car. The deep green paint seemed to shimmer under his touch- almost as if the car recognized in him the ability to see just how much the car was actually worth.
"Is it automatic or manual?" He wondered.
She knew that one. It was easy. "Manual. My grandfather taught me before mother demanded I stop spending summers with my grandparents."
"Why in the HELL are you not driving this more?!" He asked.
She smiled sadly. "Two people. You can guess who, I'm sure. 'It's not proper for a young lady to be behind the wheel of such a dangerous car,' and 'Why would you want to drive when I can pick you up in the mornings?" She parroted her mother and Edward with a sneer in her voice.
Paul picked her up and spun her around, causing her to squeak in surprise before laughing at his antics. She wrapped her hands around his neck and her legs around his waist until he stopped spinning. Her head was tucked into his neck as if it would keep her from getting dizzy.
"Just one question." He smirked.
Her hands rested on his shoulders as she pulled back to look at him. "Oh?"
"If I go with you, will you model everything for me?" He teased.
Bella threw her head back and laughed, long and loud. "And here I thought you were going to ask me to let you drive!" She teased back.
"Well, I want to.. But.. I wanna see how well you handle a stick." He leered.
Bella scoffed but remained altogether quiet. She was oddly quiet and neither comforted or content with the things Izzy was thinking of at the moment. All of them involved the man standing before her, looking for all the world like sex on legs in his nearly painted on black tee shirt and dark washed denim jeans that hung low on his waist.
Izzy smirked. "Come on big boy. Park your bike and hop in." She purred.
It took him no less than three minutes to park his bike and slide into the passenger seat. When the car was started, he closed his eyes and revel in the roar of the engine. It was almost orgasm worthy. He guessed correctly when he asked if it still had all its original parts. He sighed in bliss and tenderly rubbed the dashboard.
It took another five minutes of basking in 'bliss' before they were off. So much for getting things accomplished.
Paul was definitely impressed with the way she handled the car. It was like she'd been born to own it. And it didn't help that she looked fuck hot driving either if the looks of lust she was getting at red lights from male drivers were anything to go by. Paul had only smirked and moved his hand to rest on her thigh, feeling the way her muscles shifted under her skin whenever she'd change gears.
The conversation came easy for them and before he knew it, they'd found a decent parking place outside the main entrance to the mall. It was only after the car was locked up that Paul scooped her into his arms and placed her on the hood of her car. He bent her backwards and used his body to pin her there as his lips met hers in a searing kiss.
She was dazed when he let her go and he couldn't help but smirk. "What was that for?"
"Do I need an excuse?"
She grinned. "Probably not. You ready?"
"Not really, but come one." He pretended to pout.
She chuckled and led the way through the crowds to her first stop. She caught the look of trepidation on his face and grinned. "It'll be fine. You'll get to see me in them, remember?"
He leaned closer so his lips were against the shell of her ear. "I'd rather see you OUT of them though." He purred.
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Five stores, numerous shopping bags and as many hours later, Izzy was walking through the door of her apartment with Paul following her- each of them loaded down with bags. This was the first time Paul had been inside her apartment and he arched an eyebrow when he saw just how bare it was. There was no personality at all. A chuckle behind him brought his attention to her.
"I cleaned house and got rid of my mother."
"Well that explains the lack of.. You." He grinned.
She nodded. "It does indeed." She said sauntering over to him slowly.
He smirked. "You know…I think I was promised my own runway show."
"I think I remember something about that." She said with a coy smile dancing onto her lips.
His hands moved around her waist. "Why don't we start with what you're wearing now… under this." He said with his eyes raking over the mini skirt and top.
She swallowed for a minute. "That'll be kind of hard…"
His nose ran along her jaw up to her ear. "Why's that?"
"Because…" She said with a smirk. "I'm not wearing anything underneath."