Chapter 15

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Seriously. I just wiped drool from the corner of my mouth. And I know it's probably mine because Edward's kisses are perfect. Just the right amount of saliva. It's not gross that I want to slurp his tongue like a lolly. He's delicious.

Yeah. We need to do more of that later.

Wait...maybe not. Because kissing Edward makes me want to strip down and beg for his giant, rock hard c-

"I'm so glad you got drunk and told me yes," he says, interrupting the porn that is playing in my mind. This is probably a good thing because I really don't want to start moaning in the car. At least not until he touches me again. Then I won't be able to help myself. His lips are shiny and full and pink and I contemplate chewing the bottom one like a hunk of bazooka gum. "You don't know how long I've waited for you," be blurts out.

"I was only buzzed...and what do you mean? I called you that night."

He opens the door so I can get into his extremely fancy and expensive car that would turn its nose up at my beat up Camry. After he gets in on the other side, he looks a little embarrassed as he answers me. "I...sort of noticed you before I met you in the chem department." His eyes search mine as he makes his admission. "I may have followed you into the cafeteria a few times...but only because you're so beautiful that I couldn't even make myself talk to you."

Is he for real right now?

"I'm totally for real."

Oh excellent. My inner monologue has escaped for the whole world to hear. I wonder if I said that part about wanting his giant cock out loud. I'm guessing "no" because we are currently in his car and not naked and going at it.

Damn it.

"Are you upset by that? I'm sorry if I seem stalkerish or whatever. I swear I'm not...I can get references," he says nervously as he starts the car and pulls out of my driveway.

I realize I haven't said anything to soothe his embarrassment, and it's probably making him think I'm upset. So I blurt out the first thing that will make us even.

"When I first heard your voice on the phone I thought you were sexy enough to be a phone sex operator and that you maybe had a goiter."

The car jerks when he starts laughing uncontrollably.

"A goiter?" he gasps. "Oh shit...that's awesome." Of course he thinks it's funny and isn't pissed that I thought he was sporting a neck-ball.

Because he's perfect like that. Even his laughter sounds like music or angels or whatever.

My laugh sounds like a cat coughing up a hair ball, but I can't help but giggle with him. I try not to sound like I'm having an asthma attack.

That's never attractive on a first date. And not conducive to hot sexin'.

Okay, so I'm horny.

Sue me. It's been a while (try four years)...and a man who makes People's most beautiful list look like one of Jasper's elf dolls (I don't care that he insists they're action figures) is next to me.

And he's looking at me like he wants to eat me.

Yes, please. I know where you can start nibbling. Okay, so I'm kidding. Mostly.

"Phone sex, huh?" he says. His grin makes his profile even more stunning. Seriously, I might go blind from looking at him.

"Don't forget about the goiter," I add. Smug bastard. Like he needs an ego boost. I roll my eyes at him when he glances over at me and turns off the car.

"I'm just teasing, Bella," he says with a smile, leaning toward me. "But," he lowers his voice to phone sex level, "I'm looking forward to you checking my body for bulges."

Fuck.

"We're here. Hold that thought while I get your door."

Hold it? I'm going to enlarge it and fucking frame it and hang it over my bed.

He holds my hand as we walk into my favorite restaurant. The one I can only afford to go to a few times a year. He must have asked someone about me...Jasper? No, he doesn't pay attention to food unless it's one of his transfiguration experiments. He probably asked Alice. Or he's a mind-reader.

We sit down at very private booth after the maitre d' practically molests Edward with his eyes. Slut. I'm pretty sure I could kick his ass.

I must be glaring because Edward says, "Don't get upset, Bella. I don't play for his team."

"Yeah, well, I don't want him touching any of your equipment."

He laughs. "I promise that I'll handle my own equipment. Until you want to take over as equipment manager."

"I - um," I stutter, because how do you answer that without sounding like you want to grab his dick and tuck it somewhere fantastic?

After the awkward baseball innuendo we have a long, seamless conversation about anything and everything. I learn that Edward is not just a pretty (okay, fucking flawless) face. He's over a year into his master's degree in paleontology. He tells me about his upcoming internship at the museum and I tell him about my plans for my doctorate.

I don't really notice the time flying by - I just see Edward slipping our waiter some cash every so often, presumably to keep our table.

He's so easy to talk to, that when he asks about my mom and Seth, I tell him the whole messy story of my baseball groupie mom and her drunken car accident. He pulls me closer when I tear up as I tell him about my dad abandoning me when I decided to keep Seth. When he kisses my forehead I almost lose it. No one has kissed me like that for so long. It's not sexual...it's caring.

"God, Edward. I'm so sorry to be such a downer. I'm ruining our date," I say in horror. I quickly swipe the tears from my cheeks. He grabs my hands and puts them on his knees.

"You're not ruining anything. This is the best date I've ever been on," he says, looking into my eyes. "And I don't want it to end yet. It's too late to go to the outdoor concert, though. Do you want to come back to my house? Just to talk, Bella. I swear," he assures me. "I'll be respectful."

"Damn it. No sex?" I joke, trying to lighten the mood. And also because I actually feel that way deep down inside. "I should have worn panties."

Edward groans and shakes his head. "Jesus. You're killing me here. I'm trying to prove I'm not just out to get you into bed but all I can think of is how you'll look riding me."

Oh my god. He is a mind-reader.

My mouth hangs open as he realizes what he said. "Shit, Bella. I didn't mean that...I mean, of course I want you to ride me...fuck, I just didn't want to just blurt that out. I wanted to ease into you - I mean it. Fuck." He grabs his hair in frustration. "What are you doing to me? I'm never this flustered. You make me crazy. I thought it was bad when I just stalked you in the cafeteria."

"Edward...you do the same to me. I'm going to go broke from buying batteries for my finger vibe."

His eyes go wide and then he closes them. "Christ. I'm feeling lightheaded. All the blood just rushed to my cock." He leans his head against the back of the booth. His tongue darts out to flick his lower lip as he exhales. I can see the stubble on his jaw and the movement of his Adam's apple as he swallows slowly.

I might be foolish, but I feel like we have some sort of connection between us. And I don't care if it's our first date.

I want him.

I throw one leg over his lap, silently thanking the lovesick maitre d' for giving us a table away from everyone else, and attach my mouth to his neck.

Edward groans and then his hands are in my hair and his tongue is in my mouth. Sliding slowly...in and out.

Want. That.

The sex that's happening in my mouth is hotter and more intense than anything I've ever experienced. Granted, I haven't done much. Actual sex with Edward might kill me.

He tilts my hips so that I'm sliding across his erection. Holy shit. I think we can start a fire with the heat and friction between my legs.

I should have let Alice write my will. I won't survive this night.

"We need to get out of here," he whispers into the underside of my chin. "I want more."

See? Mind reader.

"Yes. More. Now."

I detach myself from Edward's body enough so that he can walk us out of the restaurant. The late hour means that most of the people are gone so they can't see us completely disheveled. Though I'm pretty sure the maitre d' tries to glance at Edward's crotch. I can't blame him. It's spectacular...and I'm only judging my sense of touch.

We're still kissing and groping each other on the car, in the car, as Edward struggles to get it in.

You know - the key in the ignition so we can drive to his house and have wild sex.

"Am I turning you on so much that you're actually vibrating? Or is that your phone I feel?" he asks as I try to climb on him. Again. Apparently being horny turns me into a monkey. He's much more coherent than I am, so it takes a moment for it to register.

And my heart to sink. Because only one person would call me right now. And it won't be good news.

"Hello, Emmett. What's wrong with Seth?"

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A/N: So I'm hoping I still have readers. Three weeks off due to vacation (sort of – camping doesn't really count), then a nasty bout of pinkeye, and then I went back to work.

And then I write a massive cock-block.

Review if you are so inclined. I appreciate every single thought and comment.

Thanks to the solemeat, Cosmogirl7481 for reading. She's more awesome that making out with Goiterward in a booth.

Props to my prereaders who drop everything to read my chapters: twilover76, Rtgirl, and les16. You ladies rock hard. Like Edward's bulge.