Edward and I have been sitting in the living room for an hour, nursing a couple of beers between us. He hasn't said a word to me since we were in the parking lot of the amusement center, and frankly, I'm over it. I don't know if he's embarrassed or if he feels like he crossed a line, but it's getting late, and I just want to go to bed.

"Did I do something wrong?" He turns his head away from the old black and white western that's playing on the TV to look at me.

Shaking his head, he sighs. "No, no, you didn't."

"Did you do something wrong?"

"Maybe."

Glancing up at the clock above the mantle, I sigh. "Care to elaborate at quarter to eleven?" I set my bottle on the coffee table, angling my body toward him on the couch. Edward sighs heavily, and I roll my eyes internally. "Look, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. But do me the courtesy of being honest with me."

"I'm not after a girlfriend; I never have been." His words sting, but I'm not sure why. The sharpness of them, the bluntness in which he delivered them must have hit a nerve.

"Okay," I reply, dragging out the word. "Who's asking you to be their boyfriend?"

"I don't want you to get the wrong impression." His gaze bores into mine, and I scoff.

"Don't we think highly of ourselves? Goodnight, Edward." I stand up and start to walk to my bedroom when he calls out to me.

"You said you were interested!"

I turn around and roll my eyes wide so he can see in the dim light. "Yeah, I was before. And you said the same thing, so hello pot, I must be the kettle."

He leans forward on his knees and groans. "I'm busy. The Navy takes up so much of my time, and I want to be Chief someday. I don't have time for …"

"For what? A distraction? You seem to set up enough distractions for yourself all on your own." I set my hands on my hips and stare him down. "But don't worry. I won't be a distraction." I turn to walk away but quickly round back on him. "Maybe I can't remember anything about that night because you're terrible in bed." I flip him off and stomp down the hall.

I can hear him muttering as I fling myself into my room and slam the door. A distraction? Who the hell does he think he is? I groan as I pull some pajamas out of my dresser and begin changing for bed. Just as I'm pulling my shirt over my head, my door flies open, and Edward is standing in the doorway, nostrils flared.

I don't bother to cover myself; he's already seen it. But I do extend my arm and point behind him. "Out."

"Did you really just say that I wasn't good?"

"Oh my god! Is that all you got from that?" I pull on my pajama top and begin pushing him out the door. "Get out, Edward. I wouldn't want to distract you."

"You're hot when you're angry," Edward says, and I'm not sure what comes over me, but I slap him right across the cheek.

"I don't want to be your girlfriend. You're obviously some kind of egotistical pig." I shove him one more time for good measure, then flop down on my bed.

His face is flushed, his hands are clenching at his sides, and I can just make out the erection tenting his jeans. I huff out a breath to try and cover the small moan that almost slipped out. In this moment, I hate Edward Cullen, but I'd give anything to have him fuck me again.

"I can see it, Bella. Your pupils are dilated; your cheeks are flushed. Your chest is heaving with every breath." He takes a step toward me and shuts the door behind him. "You want this, don't you? You want me."

I almost double over laughing. "Me want you? You just told me that you couldn't want me! I'm not the type of girl who sees that as a challenge, Edward!" I jump up, striking my finger into his chest. "Just because you're good looking, doesn't mean every woman is going to drop her panties for you."

"Except they do." He sneers. "I bet if I put my hand on your pussy, it would be hot and wet, just for me."

For a single moment, I'm tempted to let him try, just so I can prove him wrong. But I can feel how my pussy is clenching in expectation; he's right, I want him. I want him so much I can almost taste it.

"Sounds to me like you want me. Is that what this is, Edward?" I take another step closer to him, sliding my palms up his chest, and then down to his waistband. I flick open the button on his jeans and drag the zipper down slowly, lowering my hand inside, grazing his dick. I raise myself up on the balls of my feet so my mouth is just at his ear lobe, and I whisper, "Does this big cock want to be buried in my pussy again?"

I pull back slightly, and we lock eyes. I'm not sure which one of us makes the first move, but suddenly, I'm in his arms with my legs wrapped around his waist, our tongues dancing together with him tripping over his jeans to get to my bed.

Edward drops me unceremoniously, and I begin pulling off my clothes as he strips in front of me. I'm still angry, disgusted even, but when I see his large, thick dick bounce free from his boxer briefs, the only thing I can think of is riding that puppy until the cows come home.

"Say it," he says as he crawls toward me on my queen mattress. "Say you want me."

I shake my head, giggling as he pulls on my ankle and drags my body under his. "Say you want me." I mimic his gruff voice, and he laughs.

"Fuck you, Bella."

"Isn't that the point?" I reach blindly for my nightstand, but he pulls my arm back and pins me to the mattress.

"It has to be okay," he says, suddenly serious. "We can't … I won't—"

"Edward." I pull my arms from his grasp and frame his face in my hands. "Fuck me. Now."

"Yes, ma'am."

With no preamble or finesse, Edward Cullen scoots down the length of my body and shoves his head between my thighs and begins licking my pussy and clit with so much ferocity that I almost think he's trying to prove a point at first. Lapping and sucking at me with some kind of wild abandon that I don't even realize I'm on my way to an orgasm until it bubbles over, and I'm bucking against his chin and pulling at his hair.

Truth be told, I thought I never liked anyone going down on me before; turns out, I never had anyone do it properly. His lips latch to my clit as he slides two fingers into my wet core. I can hear the slippery sounds as he moves his fingers in and out, but I can't be bothered to be embarrassed. He's hitting spots I've never hit on my own, and I can feel the second orgasm rolling in.

I grasp his hair, pulling lightly, and I can feel him moan into me. "Jesus, do they teach you that in the Navy?"

He laughs against my sensitive skin but never falters his movements, and I fall over the edge one more time. I'm floating, but I feel him pull his fingers from me. Edward crawls up my body, straddling me with his hard dick right in front of my face. Before I can reach for him, he slides his fingers into my mouth.

He watches my eyes go wide as I taste myself on his hand. It's never been my favorite thing, but he could ask for the moon, and I'd figure out how to get it for him. He grinds his dick into my chest as I suck his fingers off until he pulls out of my mouth quickly and lines his cock up with my lips.

I pull him into my mouth, and Edward throws his head back immediately, groaning and pumping in and out of my lips. He's doing all the work as I lie there, my body being used—his dick in my mouth, my nipples being pinched between his fingers, and my pussy still dripping, ready for him to slide into home.

I'm brought back to reality by some movement above me as Edward reaches over to grab his jeans. He pulls out of my mouth with a groan. "Goddammit."

"What?"

"I thought I had a condom in my pocket. I'll be right back." He moves to climb off of me, and I reach out to anchor him to my body.

"Nightstand." He reaches over, pulling the top drawer open, and grabs a small packet. He scoots down far enough to roll the condom on and perches on his knees.

Edward smirks as I lick my lips. "Turn over, Bella."

I scramble out from under him to turn over and position myself directly in front of him. I glance over my shoulder to see him as he reaches out to caress my bare ass before he gives me a sharp slap. My back arches as I grip the sheets in my fingers. "Again."

One more slap before he grunts and slams his cock into my dripping pussy and bottoms out, grinding into me. "Fuck." He's muttering to himself, calming himself down, willing himself not to explode. My face is in my pillow, and I'm hanging on for dear life, hands still wrapped in my sheets, walls clamped down around him.

He slides out slowly, so slowly, before sinking back into me. Edward is painstakingly slow at first, building into a frenzied pace that makes my heart feel like it's going to burst out of my chest. He's a moaner, and I'm apparently a screamer because the sounds echoing in my bedroom right now would put the entire porn industry to shame.

Without warning, he pulls out and flips me over, spreading my legs and holding my knees up by my ears, driving into me with that same reckless abandon. I'm grasping for anything—his hips, ass, my thighs, the bed—anything to anchor me down. Edward lets go of my legs and reaches for my breasts again, one in each hand, gripping, squeezing as he fucks me stupid.

I can't hold it in any longer. "Edward, I'm … I'm—"

"Me too, Bella. Fuck!" He roars my name once more and comes with several more thrusts as I hit the crescendo and literally stop breathing.

This must be what death feels like; I've never felt like this before. I finally suck in a breath, and Edward shifts slightly to give me more room. "Are you okay?" His eyes search mine, and I can only nod.

"I don't think I can move just yet," he says as he slips from me and readjusts us so I'm cocooned next to him. I nod again, trying desperately to get my breathing under control. I know I need to get up and clean up, but I don't think I have any bones left in my body.

"We need to talk," Edward tells me. But I can already see sleep taking him. I nod and burrow closer to him, dragging my blanket over us.

We can talk later.