I'm such a pushover! But I really want to focus on my husband this weekend, so here you go! Are you ready for this? I think I've kept you all waiting long enough, so enjoy!

Back to me since I remembered one! lol. So I started to think back on my childhood and what stars I had met when I was younger and I instantly remembered when I met David Hasselhoff. I'm totally aging myself here, but I think I was about ten at the time and we were at Saugus Speedway and he was there. I was excited to meet the guy who starred in Night Rider and drove KITT. He had just started filming Baywatch, so it was before he was a complete wreck, but I was a cute kid who was pretty fearless back then, so I asked for an autograph. The man carried around postcards to give autographs on…but not just any postcard these were of himself sitting in a hot tub alla sexy Mitch Buchannon pose and he signed that for the TEN YEAR OLD ME! I didn't think much of it back then, but I can honestly say it creeps me out now. Lol

A thank you goes out to Brie, Kitchmill, Jen, Kelly, and Kim for helping keep Coffee Girl and Eddie looking so awesome.

Chapter Twenty

After everything had been settled with the cops and Riley had been carted off to jail, I turned my badge and pass in to Victoria. I had no intention of ever returning to a position where I could possibly be attacked again. My safety was more important than my bachelor's degree, but I knew that when Monday rolled around I would meet with my advisor so I could figure out what I needed to do so I could still graduate on time. For now though, I was going to focus on spending the weekend with Edward before he had to leave again…that is if he would let me.

I was so excited to have him back, but he was acting very tentative with me because of what had occurred. "Relax, Eddie, I'm not going to fall apart. I've already put it behind me. I know I didn't do anything wrong."

"I know that as well, but it doesn't mean I'm okay with what took place. You should've never been forced to deal with that kind of situation just to graduate. It's just wrong." He shook his head, his frustration was evident but he managed to stay focused on the road while he gently held one of my hands in his.

"It was wrong, but I'm not going back. I'll meet with my advisor on Monday and see what my options are. If I have to find another internship, I will. I won't let this little hiccup keep me from reaching my goal."

Edward brought my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles. "You're amazing, you know that."

"I know."

"And so modest too." We both laughed at our silliness, and I could tell he was finally starting to relax. I didn't want our weekend to be spent with him walking on eggshells around me. I was determined to have fun with him, even if it meant I would have to act a bit more loony like my mother.

"So, where are we going?" I asked, trying to subtly change the topic and get clued in on his plans while his mind was on overdrive.

Edward glanced at me from the side before he put his eyes back on the road. "I know what you're trying to do and it won't work. It's a surprise and I intend to keep it that way, so you have to deal with waiting."

I huffed and pretended to get mad. I wasn't upset in the least, but it was fun to mess with Edward. I crossed my arms and turned to watch the scenery pass by, but Edward didn't budge and kept on driving.

We were headed south on the 405, so I knew we weren't going to the condo we had stayed in before. I was equal parts nervous and excited. When the 405 merged back with the 5 I was pretty sure we were going to San Diego.

"You're not taking me to Mexico are you? Because I don't have my passport with me."

He snorted at my silliness. "No, but it's good to know you have one."

"Yeah, I got it three years ago when Mom made Dad take her on a cruise to Alaska. We needed them for the stopover in BC." That had been a crazy trip. Mom ended up getting seasick and Dad was excited to catch a real Alaskan Salmon.

"Well you know once I finish this movie, I only have a week before I have to head to France. What do you think about joining me in Paris during your spring break?"

I was shocked to say the least when he laid the invitation on the table. "Are you serious?"

"I wouldn't tease you about something like that," he said and I began to bounce up and down in my seat. I really wished he hadn't asked me while he was driving so I could hug and kiss the shit out of him.

"Yes!" I shouted, making Edward laugh at my enthusiasm. "Oh my God. I can't believe I'm going to Paris!"

I wasn't acting like myself—more like my mother as every mile of this trip passed by—especially since I was allowing him to spend money on me without comment or complaint. But spending time with my other half in the city of love was too surreal. As I came back down from the initial excitement. I started bombarding him with questions; the trip we were on now was the farthest thing from my mind and that was exactly what Eddie wanted.

I was so keyed up about the fact that in approximately five weeks I would be in Paris that I hadn't even realized we had exited the freeway. I didn't know where we were and that made me giggle. This surprise getaway was still a surprise. When I looked over at Edward again I could see the smirk he was wearing over the fact that he managed to get the upper hand on me and I didn't mind in the least.

When we parked in front of a beautiful Spanish-style church I arched my eyebrow at him and he laughed. "Don't look at me like that…I had no idea there was a church next door to where we're staying."

I lowered my eyebrow, but a devious smirk overcame my face as I voiced the naughty thought that crossed my mind. "Plan on making me repent, do you?"

Edward growled and the sound sparked a fire right between my legs. I began to wonder if it would or could ever be put out. "I plan on making you call out to God many times this weekend."

I gulped. There was nothing I could say to top that, so I just nodded. I was perfectly fine with that idea—more than fine, I was looking forward to it.

We were early, but the room we were staying in was available. The owner led us up to the second floor and into a room that was fit for a queen: hardwood floors, antique furnishings, a gas fireplace, and a huge bed took up most of the room, but I was in awe of its beauty. That wasn't the best part though because after I had thought I'd seen it all, she led us up to our private third floor sitting room and patio. It was the epitome of overindulgence but I let it slide because it meant I got to be alone with Edward without anyone bothering us.

I was still admiring everything when the owner left us to explore on our own. "This is amazing," I whispered. I was beginning to think Edward truly was the prince in all the fairytales I read growing up.

"Nothing is too good for you my love. Happy Valentine's Day."

I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his neck, his moss colored eyes reflecting the love that I felt for him back at me. "Happy Valentine's Day to you as well. Thank you for this. I love it, and I love you." I pecked his lips once before I rested my head on his chest and continued to look out at the water in the distance.

"I love you more."

Maybe he did, but I made a promise to myself then and there that I would spend the rest of my life showing him how much I loved him back. And I would try really hard not to bitch about his spending on me.

~o~o~o~

Edward had thought of everything. Just as the sun was setting, dinner was delivered from a nearby Italian restaurant. Although it was still pretty cool out, we dined on the patio. We fed each other bits of our meals. It was all very sensual while our moans and groans filled the air as we ate. My breathing became ragged as I watched Edward's Adam's apple bob each time he swallowed. He didn't seem to be doing much better as I closed my eyes moaned as the robust flavors exploded in my mouth.

I may have been excited for Paris, but the Italians sure knew what they were doing when it came to ramping up the sexual tension with food. I didn't think I could take it anymore when Edward dropped his fork onto his plate and then stood up.

"I can't take it anymore." Apparently he was in the same position, but he actually voiced it. He pulled me from my chair and his lips met mine in a fury of lust and love.

Our hands were everywhere as we pulled and pawed at each others' clothes. I was completely clueless as to how we made it back downstairs, especially without me tripping, but when the back of my knees hit the bed I allowed myself to fall.

Even though I was naked—exposed beyond anything I had ever been before with another man—I never felt more loved or more cherished as Edward's eyes took in every inch of my bare flesh. I was quaking with desire. I understood the mechanics of what was about to happen, and had me aching to learn instead of being filled with fear at the unknown.

It was all because he loved me and I finally felt worthy of that love.

It was as simple as that. While there was a lot about the future I was still unsure about, giving myself to the man whom I knew would one day be my husband wasn't one of those things anymore. The trust I had not only in him, but in myself told me I was making the right decision.

His lips glided down my throat while his fingers teased and tweaked my body in ways I didn't know it was possible. I was chanting, praying to every biblical figure I could think of as he brought me to orgasm for the first time. His fingers never stopped as I rode out the strongest climax I'd ever had.

I was sweaty, blissed out, and breathing hard, but more relaxed than I could ever remember feeling before. Edward's head was resting between my breasts and it was as if my heart was going to beat right out of my chest as I came back down to earth from heaven.

I ran my fingers through his hair, it was damp with perspiration. His weight on me felt wonderful and when he finally settled between my legs I was ready. I nodded my head at the question in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I cupped his cheek in my hand and nodded again. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life. I love you and I know you are my future…forever."

To some it may have been considered sappy, but the single tear that fell from Edward's eye told me he understood exactly what my words meant. I had accepted us and everything that came with it.

"I love you too."

Edward slowly pushed into me and I arched off the bed. We were one and it felt unlike anything I could have ever imagined or hoped for. The fullness was unlike anything I'd ever pictured and a hell of a lot better than the rabbit I had at home. He moved with the ease of someone who knew what he was doing—so gentle and caring—like I'd given him the most precious gift he could ever receive, and I guess I had.

I met him thrust for thrust, my body naturally knowing what it was supposed to do, what it was capable of doing with the person I was made for. Our breathing was in sync as we stared into each others' eyes. The heat and friction of our joining made my walls flutter around his hardness like a hummingbird's wings. I was climbing toward another peak, completely unaware that it would be possible to climax again after that first time.

"Oh God," I moaned as he repeatedly hit the place inside me that I didn't know existed. "Feels…so…good."

"You…have…no…idea," he panted out in sequence with each move he made as he began to bring me closer to the edge of the abyss.

"More," I begged. I was clueless about how to get where I was reaching, my nails clawed at his back as I mewled with desire. My thighs tightened around his as I searched for this great unknown I had only seen in movies and read about in books. I just knew Edward was capable of guiding me toward this unknown cliff.

I was completely unprepared when it happened. My body seized and I stopped breathing, a silent scream upon my lips. I couldn't hear anything—feel anything—other than my own pulse as it raced through every inch of my body. I didn't notice Edward stiffen, or hear him reach his peak either. As I came down, Edward's sweet words were finally making sense again and his warm breath washed over my ear.

"You're stunning. Absolutely amazing in your passion." He was still gliding in and out of me at a slow, unhurried pace, prolonging the spasms I was still feeling I from the incredible high he gave me. There was no rush as he told me about our moment together. "I never knew it could be like this. That love could make it so much more than just a physical release."

Even when he stopped moving, he didn't break our connection. I was utterly sated and had no idea how I might ever walk again, but I truly didn't care if I did in that moment.

Until then, I never could grasp how making love could be different from just sex itself.

"I'm so glad I waited," I began, "I don't think I could have ever experienced this magnificent moment with anyone else. I love you so much."

Edward rose up onto his elbows and looked me straight in the eye. "More than my own life, coffee girl. More than my own life."

He rolled us over again, severing our unity and I settled into the crook of his arm. I missed the connection, but being in his arms like this was wonderful too. Sleep found me way before I wanted it to.

I didn't need sweet dreams when I was living the sweetest life of all.

I really hope you all enjoyed that first lemon and that it was worth the wait. See you Tuesday when we resume our normal posting schedule. xx Dee