Bella took Edward's hand as he led her back to the table they'd just vacated. She was surprised that he wanted to wait a little bit, and she nervously wondered if Edward wasn't going to ask for one of his usual dances. Or did he want her to do it out here? Maybe that was his deal, maybe he felt things were getting too heated between them and he wanted her to cool things down. Having her out in the open would mean that she couldn't let him do the things she wanted him so desperately to do.
Edward took a seat and moved aside for Bella to sit next to him, but she had better ideas. Careful not to spill his drink, she took a seat on his lap, straddling his legs and giving him a playful smile. Isa was in charge here. "You know, I think I forgot something in the change room," Bella murmured, her voice taking a highly flirtatious tone. "If you reached under my skirt, you'd know exactly what I'm talking about."
She watched Edward's expression. She didn't want to dance for him out here. She wanted him to herself, where no one else could see them, if it was Edward's intention to prevent what had been happening the past few nights they'd been together, then Bella would do everything she could to sabotage that.
"Why are we out here, Edward? Don't you want me?" Her lips dragged against his cheek.
Edward had been surprised when Bella had settled for his lap rather than the perfectly good seat beside him. Ever since he'd let himself lose control like that the night before, he had been debating whether letting Bella dance for him was doing more harm than good. There was no way he could keep letting her go on like that without the ever rising need to push her down on the long sofa and ravish her completely until she was the one to beg him to stop.
It was only Edward's own innate selfishness and jealousy that stopped him from letting Bella go. He hated the thought of her dancing for anyone but him. If he could, he would ask to keep her for the whole night, if only to stop anyone else from seeing her.
If you reach under my skirt, you'd know exactly what I'm talking about…
His eyes flicked up to her face. Was she serious? But Bella smiled encouragingly at him. He guessed rather wryly that the 'no-touching' policy only extended so far as the strippers wanted. Even so, Edward was cautious as he rested his hand on her thigh. He could feel the thin material of her thigh-highs under his heavy palm and he felt a small wave of anticipation roll over him even as his eyes narrowed at the playful smile on her face.
"Tell me something. Do you find as much pleasure teasing me as you do other men?" Edward's voice was low as his hand continued to slip upwards and underneath the fabric of her skirt. He felt the warm satin skin of her thigh, relishing the feel of it and he was forced to bite down the desire to touch her heat which he knew lay just a few inches away from his hand. He continued to watch her, trying to figure out what it was she wanted from him and why in God's name she was smiling up at him so mischievously like that.
Edward's eyes widened and as if to make her point, Bella shifted slightly in his lap so that the movement caused his hand to brush against her hip… her bare hip. There was nothing there, no lace, no skimpy thong string that indicated she was wearing anything under her current get up.
She was completely bare.
He breathed in sharply as her smile grew. Edward's eyes narrowed, their color dark with a mixture of lust and annoyance, but his hands continued to explore he cupped her bottom.
"Bella." He growled, his grip on her tightening. What kind of game was she playing at, teasing him like this?
Her skirt was doing a nice job of covering her up, hiding Edward's hand from view. If anyone chose to watch them, they would see a girl giving a guy a tasteful lap dance. A tasteful lap dance being one where she kept her clothes on.
She considered his question. Do you find as much pleasure teasing me as you do other men?
"No." She replied, smirking at the sting those words had caused Edward, but then immediately felt bad. She quickly amended. "I don't ever feel pleasure doing this… Except for when I'm with you." She told him truthfully.
She shifted in his lap forcing his fingers to brush over her heat. She moved her hips, grinding her body over his hand.
"You know…" she breathed. "Last night, when we were together. I was so close; you could have touched me like this and I would have come undone in your hands."
"You really want to be careful what you say next, sweetheart." He murmured. His fingers brushed leisurely over her making her squirm in his lap.
She paused and looked him in the eye. She knew her eyes were as equally dark with lust. "No man turns me on the way you do."
She groaned softly as Edward's fingers sank deeper inside of her, filling her. "We should…" She gasped again as he moved inside of her. "We should go out back… Please!" The last word coming out louder than she'd aimed for it to. Making her sound wanton, begging…
Edward withdrew from her and helped her to sit up; she waited as he finished his scotch, grabbed his hand and led him to the private rooms.
What's gonna happen in the private rooms? O.O