BPOV:

The feeling of Edward's hands on me, his mouth on me, was indescribable. It was the single most erotic experience of my life thus far and I selfishly wanted more. The way his hand possessively cupped my breast. The way his cold tongue knew exactly how to circle and suck on my nipple. I wondered how his tongue would feel on…other parts of my body. If he were to caress and suck a different erogenous bundle of nerves. Perhaps slightly… south of where they had been last night?

His hands on my breasts.

His tongue on me.

His fingers inside me.

Oh God. Yes.

" Earth to Bella…"

Shit. I yelped, dropping the box of merchandise in my hand.

"Do you need help?" Mike Newton was looking at me like I had three heads. I was standing in the middle of aisle twelve, staring. Daydreaming. Fantasizing.

My cheeks blazed with embarrassment. Oh my god. I cannot believe I just got caught fantasizing at work. I hoped it wasn't obvious.

"No, sorry. I guess I was just lost in thought." You know. Just day dreaming about my vampire fiance finger fucking me. Totally work-appropriate.

"Nervous about the wedding?" he asked, his blue eyes softening with understanding and…hope? I was nervous. But not for the reasons he wanted me to be. I rolled my eyes.

"No, I'm not nervous. Overwhelmed maybe. Alice is going a bit overboard," I explained.

"Oh. Gotcha," he said dejectedly. I got back to work, stocking the supply, hoping it would end our awkward conversation. He didn't take the hint.

"I guess, I just never really pegged you for a married out of highschool kind of girl." Neither did I to be honest. But then again, before I met Edward, marriage was never really part of the equation.

"And I never really pegged you for judgmental," I snapped, quite done explaining myself to him.

"You're right, I'm sorry," he reasoned, "I just…marriage? You're sure?"

"110%." He stared at me intensely, searching for hesitation. All he found was my annoyance. "Can I finish up now?" I asked, nodding to the shelves. He shook his head, a faint blush covering his cheeks.

Less than an hour later Edward was waiting for me in the parking lot. I tried to contain my giddiness, but I was practically skipping towards him.

He laughed, "Hi, love," he said, pulling me into his arms.

"Hi," I said, settling into his embrace.

"Good day at work?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"You could say that," I giggled, remembering my little moment in aisle twelve. I reached up for a kiss, getting more than I bargained for. His hands tangled in my hair, securing my mouth to his. His lips were playful, possessive. I wrapped my hands around his neck, trying to pull him even closer. To my surprise, he complied. I melted into the kiss. Testing the waters, I reached my tongue out to caress his lower lip. He stiffened and pulled away. Damnit.

"Wow," I breathed, trying to keep myself upright. He winked at me.

The ride to the Cullen mansion was relatively silent. Our hands entwined on my lap as soft music played in the background. I played little attention to it, though, letting my mind wander slightly.

His hands.

His mouth.

My naked chest.

His naked chest.

I shook the thought out of my head. His pace, Bella. You promised.

To my surprise, my feet barely touched the pavement before I was suddenly, but gently, placed on his familiar gold comforter. He placed a languid kiss on my lips.

"I missed you," he said.

"Mmm" I mumbled, still reeling from his less-guarded kissing.

"Can I ask you something?" He was hesitant. Shy. I wasn't used to shy Edward. Oh god, maybe I had pushed him too far last night.

"Anything."

"What were you thinking about earlier? When Newton caught you in aisle twelve?"

My breath caught in my chest, my cheeks on fire.

"Huh?"

"He found you staring at the granola bars for five minutes, Bella."

I knew my face was about five different shades of pink, my heart audibly beating out of my chest. I couldn't respond, too embarrassed to even acknowledge my outright public fantasy. But he was persuasive. Boy, was he persuasive.

"What." kiss "Were." kiss "You." kiss. "Thinking." kiss. About?" kiss.

His lips were icy cold and fiery hot on my skin. I couldn't breathe.

"You," I managed to choke.

"What about me?" He said, lips still everywhere and anywhere they could reach.

"Just…ya know.."

"You know very well that I don't know, Bella."

How was this man so composed? Get it together, Bella.

"Some mind reader," I teased, hoping that a little humor could relieve some of the painful sexual tension.

"Isabella," he warned, teasingly. I didn't budge.

"Okay, fine. I'll just give you a minute to figure it out. Downstairs," he said, pulling away from me. Damnit.

"No!" I shouted, wrapping my body around him.

"I- I was thinking about last night and how much I enjoyed it," I said, still breathless from his kissing.

He sat up and stared at me in awe, "That's what you were thinking about?"

I felt my cheeks return to their five shades of red and threw my hands across my face. God, he must think I'm some kind of nymphomaniac.

"Love, please look at me." His voice was so velvety sweet as he coaxed my hands from my face.

I peeked through my fingers and found him staring at me in amusement. Great. His fiance's sexual appetite was amusing to him. That made me feel wonderful.

"Oh God, this is so embarrassing!" I groaned, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face in the silky pillow.

"Isabella," he said, nudging me so that I would face him again. Like a child, I refused, burying my face deeper into the silk.

"Bella, I love that you were thinking about last night."

"Really?" I mumbled into the pillow.

"Yes, now will you please look at me? This is absurd."

This wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last time that Edward would say things just to make me happy. Most of the time I would put up more of a fight, but I guess maybe I wanted to believe this particular lie. Burying my embarrassment, I rolled over to face my fiance.

"You like that I was thinking about that?" I asked meekly.

"Of course I do Bella. I am a man, after all." I continued to look away, trying to find it in me to believe him.

"Bella," he said lightly, tilting my chin up so that I would meet his eyes.

" I think it is extremely sexy that you were thinking about last night."

Suddenly, I forgot how to breathe. I forgot his name, my name, where I was. All I could focus on was the intense look in his eyes- black and dilated and blazing with lust.

"Breathe, Bella," He said, moving his lips to my throat.

"Not helping," I managed to choke. Edward didn't seem to care that I was still out of control as he trailed his kisses all over my neck. When he finally reached my lips, I moaned at the sensation, reveling in the closeness I had been craving all day. I loved him so much it was quite literally consuming every fiber in my body. I ached with need.

Edward caught my mood and gently rolled on top of me. He hovered so that I wouldn't feel his body weight, but I clutched at his clothes all the same. I was frantic, needy. Embarrassingly needy. Somehow his kiss made me forget to care. My hands trailed up his chest and grasped at his hair, trying to pull him closer.

Unfortunately for me, that was the moment my super-self-control vampire fiance decided it was time to stop.

"Bella," he breathed, struggling to regain composure.

His pace, Bella. His pace.

After our breathing returned to normal, I rolled onto my side to look at him, a goofy smile plastered on my face.

"Sexy, huh?" I said, blushing for an entirely different reason this time.

"Excruciatingly so," He said, reaching up to trail his cool fingers across my blazing cheeks. I leaned into his touch, reveling in this unexpected baby step. He thought I was sexy.

"Why did you seem so… surprised, earlier? When I said that's what I was thinking about?"

It was his turn to look embarrassed.

"Edward, what?"

"Well, you have to remember love, I was getting my information through Newton. He was so hoping that you didn't want to marry me anymore, and then you did say you were overwhelmed… I don't know. I thought maybe you changed your mind. It was silly," he rambled, running a hand through his bronze hair.

"Well I couldn't tell him what I was really thinking, now could I," I teased, coaxing my favorite crooked smile.

"You better not have," he joked, "What you like is for me to know and for me to find out." He growled playfully.

I was utterly shocked by his candor. Edward almost never discussed our sex life, and when he did, he was most comfortable with euphemisms. One night had led to this…openness between us. It made me hopeful that he was excited for our honeymoon- maybe not to the degree that I was, but I could finally admit to myself that he could truly be excited. Maybe I owed him a little reassurance as well.

"I told you I wanted to do this right, and I do- including marrying you. I'm yours, Edward. Every part of me."

The playful look in his eyes was replaced with an intense ferocity of love and desire.

"Oh, Bella," he gasped, bringing his lips to mine once again. This kiss was different from his kiss before. His lips were hungry, passionate, gratuitous. Every whisper of his lips was a promise of love. This time, when I pulled him tighter, he didn't pull away.

"You mean everything to me, Bella," he whispered lustfully, "May I?"

His fingers were toying with the bottom of my blouse, teasing the skin of my stomach.

"Yes," I breathed, completely lost to the sensation of his hands on me.

He eased the cotton fabric up my body, stopping just below my bra. He looked at me once again, giving me another chance to say no. I fought back the urge to roll my eyes, nodding eagerly. Before I could blink, my shirt was gone and I was before him in my bra. I was so thankful Alice had restocked my underwear drawer.

"So beautiful," he breathed, true and utter adoration and lust in his eyes.

I blushed, my arms instinctively moving to cover my exposed chest.

"Don't you dare," he said, catching my hands mid movement. He brought our entwined hands to his lips, kissing each finger until he reached my ring finger. The finger that now donned his mother's ring. This was happening. Every part of it.

Gently, ever so gently, he brought my hands above my head.

"So beautiful," he whispered again, before leaving a hot trail of kisses from my neck to my chest.

I sucked in a breath, tangling my hands in his hair, "Edward!"

"Bella," he breathed, his lips leaving my chest to find my lips.

I arched into him, needing more. He used the opportunity to trail his hands up my back and toy with the clasp of my bra.

Pulling away from our kiss, he searched my eyes for permission.

I nodded, my heated gaze never leaving his.

He unclasped the light-blue lacy bra, the straps falling off my shoulders. I made the next move, brazenly removing it the rest of the way.

Gasping, his hungry eyes explored the new territory. I kept my arms at my side this time, scraping every ounce of confidence. This was Edward. My Edward and I knew without a shadow of a doubt I was safe with him, loved by him. I just wasn't sure if he craved me the way I craved him. When we met, I knew the love we shared was irrevocable and undeniable. But when it comes to lust… Well I had grappled with the realization that it may only be irrevocable on my part. Until now, as I watched him revere me, lustfully and unrestrained. Like I was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Soon, his hands followed his gaze, sliding up and down my sides, his thumbs grazing the underside of my breasts. I shivered at the touch, the lust taking over my body.

He pulled away, reflexively.

"Not that kind of shiver, Edward," I managed, still caught up in the feeling of him, loving me, touching me, admiring me.

His eyes widened at the realization, resuming his exploration with added vigor. Finally, he brought his hands where I needed them most. I attacked him with my lips, the feeling even better than I remembered from the night before.

"Bella," he moaned against my lips.

"Edward," I gasped.

He settled on top of me, careful not to rest his weight against me. Our lips wrestled in a fiery passion, exploring each other like I had yearned for so long. My body was on fire, my lips swollen and hungry for more contact.

Feeling bold, I reached for his shirt, shakily attempting the top button. His hand clasped around mine, stopping my movement. I felt my stomach drop at the rejection, but that feeling was soon replaced with further excitement. He placed a reassuring kiss to our entwined hands, before sitting back on his knees to take care of the buttons himself. Soon, his shirt was on the ground, as he hovered above me, both of us more exposed to each other than ever before. I had seen him shirtless before, on more than one occasion. But seeing him in this state, equally as needy and vulnerable as me, felt both sexy and romantic all at the same time. His eyes were full of such a deep love, before his lips returned to my own in a searing kiss of devotion. I gasped at the feeling of his cool chest against mine, my nipples hard and sensitive against his stone skin.

"Oh Bella," he moaned, equally aroused by our closeness.

The sound of uninhibited pleasure from his lips encouraged me, my hands leaving his hair to explore the muscles of his back, his sides, his stomach.

My exploration came to a screeching halt the moment my hands reached his navel. Edward was across the room in an instant, leaving me half-dressed and breathless in the middle of his bed.

He was facing away from me, breathing deeply on the other side of the room. I couldn't see his face, but I knew what it looked like. Jaw locked, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closed tightly in a strong effort to regain control. I remained quiet, letting him recover. I knew he would need time. Somehow, I was able to register the distance, not as a rejection, but a desperate attempt for control. Reaching for his fallen shirt, I covered myself back up and made my way to my painfully beautiful future-husband.

"Edward," I whispered, wrapping my hands around his waist. He turned in my arms, before placing a kiss to my forehead.

"I'm so sorry Bella. I just…I got overwhelmed."

"I know," I said, trying to convey my understanding, "It's okay, Edward. Really. I promised you we would go at your pace." I reached up to stroke his cheek, his muscles relaxing in the process.

"I love you so much, Bella," he whispered, leaning in for a passionate, but chaste, kiss.

"I love you, Edward," I concurred, stealing a second kiss.

He let out a breath I didn't realize he was holding, and carried me back to bed.

"I can't afford to lose control with you, Bella. But God, you make it so damn hard."

I giggled, loving this side of him, "I think you can afford to lose a little bit of that vampire control," I said playfully.

"I'm trying. Really, truly, trying," He said, tracing my collarbone.

"That's why we're practicing," I said, smiling up at him.

"I do want to add a new rule, though," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh yeah?"

"If we're in this bed or my bed…your shirt is on the floor," I said, trying my best to sound as sultry as I could.

"I think I can agree to that," he said, bringing his lips back to mine.