Chapter 18: Caught

B POV

The trip back from Spokane was longer then the one headed to Spokane. The tension between Edward and I was still there, but it was different. We both had wordlessly accepted one another, but like they say, everything looks different in the morning light.

We pull up to my house and Edward turns the car off. He grabs my bag out of the backseat and brings it up the walk for me. He drops it off in the entryway.

"Well," he clears his throat. "Thank you for coming with me Bella. I had a lot of fun."

"Yeah." I blush. Oh crap. What do I say or do? I mean yeah we had a great night last night and there was that kind of breakthrough, but was it like Vegas? What happened in Spokane stayed in Spokane? "Well thank you for everything Edward."

"No problem." He chuckles nervously. Obviously he was just as lost as I was. "I'll see you tomorrow at school."

He leans in towards me. Oh crap is he coming in for a kiss or a hug? I go to hug him. He swerves to kiss me, but then reassess when he sees I go in for a hug, just as I recalibrate to kiss him. We end up doing the head bobbing thing and then finally hug before he awkwardly pulls away and turns to head out the door.

I quietly shut the door and turn. What in the hell was that? I shake my head as I grab my bag and walk up to my room. I pull out my bag of toiletries from my bag and head into the bathroom. I need a hot shower to make myself relax. I'll call Charlie to see where he is after that.

I let the shower warm up as I strip my clothes off. This time I look at myself in the mirror before I step in. The reflection staring back at me still makes me feel uncomfortable, but more so because I'm not used to looking at it with such objection.

My hair rests in loose loopy curls due to being up in a bun during the ride. It rests just above the peak of my breasts. My stomach isn't overly protruding, it's got curve to it but it's also flat at the same time. My hips are wide, "birthing hips" as my Aunt Mimi used to say. My thighs are thick. I tear myself away from my image and step into the shower.

I let the water relax away the tension as I reflect on everything that went on this weekend. The comfortable drive over, the conversation with Jeremy, the look in Edward's eyes when he saw me in that strapless top, the emotionally exhausting dinner, the amazing concert, the acceptance of one another, the almost kiss, the way I felt in his arms. It was all a dream, it had to be.

I quickly extinguish the flow of water and squeegee out my hair. As I pull back the shower curtain I begin to mildly panic.

Please don't tell me I forgot to bring a towel, or my robe. Crap I did.

I shake my leg off into the tub, step onto the mat then shake the other one. I open the door to see if anyone is in line of sight, Charlie might have come home while I was in the shower. The coast is clear.

I eye my room like a sniper lines his scope, judging angle, wind speed and distance. The door stands open. I shoot myself across the hallway, one hand around my breasts, the other shielding the lower part of my anatomy. I reach out to grab the handle, turn with the door and close it, leaning my forehead on the jamb.

As I let my breathing slow and my heart rate decline I suddenly freeze. I don't remember leaving this door open. I shut it when I'm not in it, so why was it open when I came out of the bathroom?

A sudden cough makes me flip around. My scream gets caught in my throat and turns into more of a coughing whine.

He's there in my room. Just standing by the bed, looking at me, as I'm naked and dripping from the shower. Time slows down, what can only be seconds of his eyes roaming my body seem more like minutes. I know I should cover myself, or run back out, but his gaze is like a tractor beam, I can't move.

I follow the gaze of his eyes as they start at my freshly maincured toes and rake up my thighs to my hips, stomach, breasts, lips and finally he meets my stare. His eyes fill with some emotion that I can't pinpoint and then he gains composure. He quickly flips his back to me and looks out the window.

I grab a pair of sweatpants and a shirt from where I deposited my bag and yank them on.

"I'm good." I whisper. He doesn't turn around immediately, so I repeat myself a little louder. Still no response, he's probably disgusted and doesn't want to look at me now.

"Edward?" I ask. He turns around. "What are you doing here?"

"You left your jacket in my car," He points to it lying on the bed. "I knocked on the door, but you didn't answer, so I let myself in. I called out once or twice but then I heard the shower. I figured you must not have heard me, so I let myself into your room and was just going to drop it off and then call you later and let you know."

"Oh," is all I can manage to get out. "I see."

He takes a few steps toward me, my eyes drop in embarrassment and my face flushes red. He stands there for a second, then reaches out and rests his palm on the side of my face. I sneak a glance into his eyes.

Before I can even say anything he's leaning toward me. "Bella," he breathes, "You're breathtaking."

He leans down, never breaking eye contact and rests his lips on mine. My eyes close in response, a sigh escapes my throat and my hands reach out to him. His lips are soft and warm and gentle. He continues this slow and light kiss for a second, then pulls back, then pecks me again, then pulls back, and again, and pulls back and again. I'm standing there stunned into silence, stomach filled with butterflies, heart soaring. I reluctantly open my eyes and look up at him.

His eyes are sparkling and starting fires in my soul. He pulls back a little more and lets his hands fall to my wrists. I bite my lip as I smile and look down, more so because I feel like I'm about to explode with happiness than die of embarrassment.

"I better get going." He sighs. "Walk me out?"

I nod and he takes my hand. We walk down the hallway and stairs in silence. When we reach the front door I'm taken by this new feeling of confidence. I pull him back to me, wrap my arm around his neck, stretch up and kiss him. His lips meet mine eagerly and this kiss is much less shy then the last one.

His hands pull at my hips, my hands roam through his hair, our lips twining around each other until finally we both have been sated a little. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine and touches his nose to my nose.

"I have to go Isabella." He breathes. "Can I call you later?"

"Of course." I answer. He leaves one more peck on my lips and then pulls the door open and walks out. I watch him slip into his car, and then drive off. I shut the door, lean against it and squeal like a little girl who just got a pony.

Edward Cullen called me breathtaking, then he kissed me. I wrap my arms around my chest and give myself a tight squeeze. I feel like I could die of happiness.

E POV

I grab Bella's bag from the back of my car and walk her into her house. How was this supposed to work now? I mean last night we almost kissed, and then we were constantly touching the rest of the night.

I lean in to kiss her but she goes to hug me. I decide not to push her and switch to a hug, but she changes to a kiss. We end up doing this weird head bob, hug, kiss on the cheek thing.

I high tail it out of there because I don't know what else to do and am too embarassed that I didn't take the initiative. Iam the guy right? Aren't guys supposed to make the first move?

I get halfway home before I realize that Bella left her jacket hanging on the back of the passenger seat. Maybe this will give me an excuse to try to kiss her again. I turn around and head back to her house.

I knock on her front door, no answer. I knock again, still no answer. I try ringing the doorbell, it's broken. I turn the handle, it's unlocked. I step in and call out her name, no response.

I climb the stairs to her room and hear the water running in the bathroom. She's taking a shower. Oh well, I guess I'll leave her jacket in her room and call her later.

I jump as I lay the jacket on the bed because the door slams closed. I turn and see her, naked, leaning against the door. Her hair drapes down to her shoulder blades and is dripping wet. Her back arches towards her curvy booty. Her thighs are thick and shapely.

She tenses and turns just as I cough. My eyes scan back up her body as I can feel myself engorging in my pants. Her feet and knees are still crossed from her quick turn around accentuating the hour glass shape her body has. Her thighs lead to a small chocloate patch of hair at her hips. GOD her hips, they are full and make me want to grab them. Her stomach is flat but round and her breasts are full and perky. Her gorgeous shoulders are covered by her hair and her eyes are bugging out of her head. The blush she wears travels all the way down her chest.

I remember why I'm here and quickly turn to try and collect myself. I hear her shuffling around and have to block it out. Focus Edward, focus! Think of Emmett in a speedo, think of dead bunnies, think of anything to reduce the size of your dick right now. I pinch the bridge of my nose in concentration.

I'm snapped back by her voice, I've managed to reduce myself to half mast at the most. I turn to look at her. She's dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, adorable. I grasp in my head what it was she just asked me. I glance at the bed, her jacket, that's it.

I tell her what I was doing in her room. She takes that bottom lip of hers in her mouth again and I can't control myself, those lips are too delicious looking. I stride over to her, my hand burns to touch her face. I pull her face up to look at me.

"Bella," I exhale her name. "You're breathtaking." I mean that in every sense of the word, physically, emotionally, intellectually.

I keep my eyes locked on hers, looking for any sign that she might not want this. All I see is her willingness. When my lips finally touch hers she closes her eyes and practically purrs like a cat. I close my eyes in response and leave small light kisses on her lips. I reluctantly pull back.

"I should probably get home." I don't want to leave her here, like this. "Walk me out?" That'll buy me at least another minute with her.

She walks me to the door, I'm certain she'll retreat back into her shell at this point so I'm taken by surprise when she pulls me back, wraps her hand around my neck and full on kisses me. I take a second to catch up but am soon kissing her back with just as much enthusiasm. My hands wrap around the hips I so desperatley wanted to feel, and wanting to go lower. Her hands tangle in my hair making me go crazy with want. Hello again erection.

I pull back before I get too carried away, take a deep breath to calm myself and rest my face against hers.

"I have to go." I reluctantly admit. "Can I call you later?"

Her face relaxes and she smiles. "Of course." Thank God. I kiss her once more and then head out the door before she notices I'm about to burst through the front of my pants.

I get in my car, I know she's watching so I pull out slowly and drive away. I pull up to the garage and grab my bag. I take the stairs two at a time and rush into my room. I'm minorly interested in where everyone is, but it's not my main priority right now.

I grab a towel and go into the bathroom. I turn the shower on and hop in. It's still a bit chilly but warms soon. I let the water rush over my neck and down my back as I hold myself up against the wall. I close my eyes and the image of Bella is there, burned in the back of my eyelids.

I let myself get aroused again. I bring one of my hands down and imagine it's her who's doing the stroking. Her beautiful lips, her long brown hair, her creamy thighs. The tightness begins to build.

I imagine her lips at my ear, sighing my name. Her fingers gripping my hair, the feel of her body beneath mine. I explode at the idea of her hips meeting mine. I continue for a minute and then let my hand fall. My heart races, my breathing is wild and unmeasured.

Oh God, Isabella Swan is my addiction.