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Let’s see some from BPOV. I am not going to do an EPOV/BPOV of each chapter unless I find it necessary. I’m just going to alternate chapters as I go on unless someone would really like to see something in the other’s POV or maybe a scene here and there.
FYI: This is a LONG CHAPTER! It got away from me…. I ended up splitting it in two because it became a monster. I apologize for the delay as well; I ended up having to go out of town to finish some paperwork on our new place and then more packing happened…our move should happen either this week or next!
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Chapter 4: Excitement
BPOV
For the rest of the evening, I couldn’t get Edward out of my head. He was so unexpected, and I can’t wait for Saturday to get here. I have a feeling the next two days are going to drag by. I wonder if I’ll see him tomorrow like usual or if since we’ve finally talked, he’ll stop coming in. At about 10 pm, we start slowing down like usual and Ang and I finally have a second to talk.
“Bebe, what. the. FUCK was that earlier with Mr. Hottie?” she shouts at me. I am so glad we only have one or two regulars in here and they’re at the pool table, so they won’t care about our conversation; they’re used to our dramatics.
“Paul came in…again.” Ang rolls her eyes; she knows all about him and his antics. “Edward saw me panicking and came to my rescue.”
“Oooh, so his name is Edward? Mmm, that old-fashioned name suits him. I like his rescuing technique; you think I should look scared next time he comes in?” she giggles.
I give her my evil-bitch face and say through my teeth, “don’t you fucking dare.”
Her eyes go round in shock, and she puts her hands up in defense. “Got it girl, that one is all yours.” I palm my face in embarrassment and apologize quietly. “Hey, no harm no foul.,” she giggles.
“Ang, he came up to me and said, ‘baby, I missed you so much’ and then proceeded to give me the hottest kiss of my life. I don’t think I could even remember my name afterwards, but I did manage to respond that I missed him too before we witnessed Paul storming out of here.
“So, when you went on break, is that when y’all talked?” she questions.
“Oh yeah, we talked in the breakroom. The talk was really nice. Turns out he’s pretty shy when it comes to talking to women that he is attracted to, which he then said he is very attracted to me,” she rolls her eyes and mumbles “well duh.” I slap her arm and tell her to hush while I giggle at her. “Anyhoo, I finally womaned up and told him he was the most attractive guy I had even met, and I asked him if I could kiss him again before we talked, because girl…I just had to. His lips are so…unf. So yeah, we’re going to have dinner at his place on Saturday night because he’s a lot like me that we both just don’t like noisy, crowded places, and it will give us a chance to get to know each other better.”
“Aww, that is so cute,” she says. “At his place though? I hope he’s not expecting more than you’re willing to give.”
“Oh Ang, are you trying to protect my virtue? That was gone a while ago, sweet pea. And did you see him? He’s all tall and makes me feel so tiny. Wouldn’t you want to give that one a ride?” I laugh. “No, really though…I’m going to let the chips fall where they may and see where this ride takes me. I do have a question though. Do you think it will freak him out if I tell him the only reason, I stayed on here so long was because of him? I mean, you know it’s true, but I don’t want to scare him off either by looking desperate.”
“Bebe, I think you should do what you feel is right. If you feel like you two have this connection, which I honestly do, I think you should be truthful. Also, I think tomorrow night, you need to talk to Lauren and tell her you’re putting in your two-weeks. You need to stop worrying about being here every night and living again.”
I think about what she said, and I nod at her. She’s so right about this. Edward and I did seem to have a connection and we were both really honest with each other. I’ll see how Saturday evening goes before I dump that on him. Before I know it, it’s midnight and I start cleaning up my areas to leave. We don’t technically close until 3 am, but I’m lucky that my shift is over at one. Once I’m done, I have one of the guys walk me out to my truck and I take out my cell phone to text Allie and Daddy to let them know I am on my way home. Before I can do that though, I notice a text from Edward wishing me a goodnight. Good lord, that man melts me. I respond I hope he does too, text the other two, and get on my merry way.
I wake up the next morning around 11 am. I am so happy that Allie didn’t decide to be rude and wake me up early to gossip again…I was so exhausted yesterday. I do my morning routine, drink two cups of coffee, then check my phone. There are three text messages waiting: two from Edward and one from Lauren. I decide to look at Edward’s first:
Good morning, beautiful. I had the best dreams last night and of course, they included you. I loved waking up to your words and I hope you slept well. Text me or call me if you want – E.
I forgot to ask you; would you mind if I came in again tonight to see you? I don’t want to seem like a creeper, but I don’t think I could stop seeing you now that I have experienced the beauty of your lips. – E.
The next text makes me groan. I am so glad I am putting in my two-weeks today.
Bella, I really need you to work this Saturday night. I think I’ve been very lenient about not making you work weekends, but I have plans that just can’t be changed.
I respond quickly to her:
Lauren, I apologize ahead of time, but I’m going to have to decline. Number 1: I have a set schedule for a reason, and Number 2: I already have plans that I will not change. -Bella
I notice the bubbles on my phone…she’s already responding. She can be such a bitch, so I am anticipating some lovely response from her.
Bella, due to your unwillingness to be a team player, why don’t you just not worry about coming in at all anymore. I can’t have someone here that isn’t willing to play along. I have a date with someone very important and this is just unacceptable. Your last check will be next Friday. Hope you have a new job lined up, because I won’t be giving you a good recommendation.
Woah! What the hell? I have always done as she has asked but this is just ridiculous. I mean, I know I was about to put my two-week notice in today, but that is just crap. I’m not trying to be full of myself, but she is about to lose a whole bunch of regulars due to her stupidity. Sadly, I won’t be able to see Edward for the next two nights and that just sucks. I’m not mad about the job really, it’s not like I was counting on the money, but taking him away from me just pisses me off.
I decide to text Ang and let her know what that bitch Lauren did and then I’ll have to let Edward know. Ugh.
Hey girl, just wanted to let you know that Lauren the skank just fired me! - Bebe
WHAT?! What do u mean she just fired u?! WTF? EXPLAIN! - Ang
Apparently, she has a very “important date” on Saturday & since I refused to cover for her, she said I wasn’t a team player & fired me. rolls eyes wtf ever. I’m just sad not to see you or Edward! - Bebe
Fuck her! Looking 4 another job. I won’t wrk 4 some1 like that. Ugh, dumb h00r. -Ang
Don’t quit your job because of me. That’s dumb. Just wanted to let you know. Love you! - Bebe
Fuck that. I was only there 4 u anyways. Luv u 2. Call me l8r. -Ang
I knew she was going to be irritated, but I can’t help but laugh. She’s such a good friend. I have a feeling Lauren is going to need to check her tires.
I decide I need to calm myself down a little before I call Edward, so I take a shower and get dressed for the day before I make myself a sandwich for lunch. Once I’m done, I walk outside on my porch and push Edward’s number to call him. I don’t think a text will be acceptable for this conversation. It rings twice before he answers in his sexy, deep voice.
“Hello beautiful,” he says.
“Hi handsome,” I respond.
“What did I do to deserve a phone call from you?” he questions.
“Well, not only did I want to, but I also hear your sexy voice, have to tell you something that really sucks.”
“That sounds ominous, should I be worried?”
“I don’t think its anything to be worried about per se, but it does mean you won’t get to see me again until Saturday.”
“Are you sick?” he asks me quickly.
“No, nothing like that…I got fired.”
“What? What happened? Is it because of yesterday? Bella, I am so sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay and…”
“Edward stop!” I cut him off. “It has nothing to do with yesterday, I promise.,” I reassure him.
“Well, what happened then if it wasn’t because of that? You’re one of the most favored bar tenders that they have.”
“My boss Lauren decided since I couldn’t cover for her ‘important’ date on Saturday night, that I wasn’t being a team player so she said I could just not come back.”
“What the hell? Is Lauren that woman with the fried blonde hair that wears inappropriate clothing and hits on all the male clientele?”
“Ah, I see her reputation precedes her,” I giggle. “Yeah, that’s her.”
“Bella, I’m so sorry. That’s just ridiculous. You should talk to the owners.”
“I’m going to be honest so don’t freak out, okay?”
“Uh huh”
“I was putting my two-weeks in tonight anyways. I was going to quit about four months ago, but then you see, this really attractive man kept coming in and I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
“Oh…so would that attractive man be someone I know?”
“Very intimately I would think. I don’t really need the money, Edward. I work for a few publications from my home, so I make my income from that. I just wanted to taste a bit of city life. The most city I had before that was in Oxford in college.”
“Wow, Oxford, huh? That’s my hometown. You’re an Ole’ Miss girl then I assume.”
“You would assume right, sir. I have a master’s in journalism from good ol’ Ole’ Miss.”
“Small world, sugar. I’m glad you’ll be okay financially; I was really worried about that. Shit, I’m sad I won’t see you tonight, but since you’re not working tomorrow, would you be willing to move our dinner up? I really would like to see you again.”
“Oh Edward. Are you sure? I don’t want to mess up your plans.”
“Of course, I’m sure. The only reason I said Saturday was because you usually worked Friday nights. I’m going to be bold here, and I don’t wanna scare you, but I really need to see you. I’m so used to seeing you often and now that I’ve had a taste of your sweet lips, I don’t think I could wait until Saturday.”
I am swooning here. I don’t think I need to question how he feels about me since it seems to be the same as I feel about him. I don’t even really need to ponder my response.
“I don’t think I can wait either. Send me directions and I’ll be there tomorrow. What time do you want me?”
“Well, I always want you, but how does five sound? Also, I don’t wanna be too audacious and assuming, but go ahead and pack a bag just in case we consume too much wine. I don’t want you to have to drive back and be unsafe. I promise to be a gentleman. I have a guest room with a lock you can use. If you’re not comfortable, I can get you a hotel room as well.”
Oh my god, he is so cute.
“Edward, don’t worry about it, okay? I feel very safe with you. I’ll give my sister your info just to make you feel better and then we’ll go from there. I know you’re not assuming anything and just trying to make me feel comfortable and I appreciate it.”
“I’m glad. I uh, I hate to do this, but I really have to go. I have a meeting in less than 10 minutes, and I need to get all my notes together.”
“Don’t apologize, you’re at work and I dropped in on your time!”
“I love that I got to talk to you. I’ll talk to you later, okay beautiful?”
“Okay, bye handsome!”
Why does it feel like I’ve known this man my entire life?
Since I didn’t end up having to work yesterday, I got some harvesting done in my garden; I had a ton of garlic ready to come up, so I did that and set it out to dry for braiding and some for reseeding. I cleaned out the chicken coop as well as Betty and Boop’s little barn. I typically do that during the weekend, but since I had the time, I went ahead, and did it so I could get ready for tonight.
Earlier this morning, I went into Batesville and got my nails done; not something I typically do, but this was a special occasion in my opinion. Once I got home, I figured out my outfit for tonight as well as some pajamas and an outfit for tomorrow and now I’m here freaking out. I’ve already showered and gotten dressed and ready, so now I have time to worry and get overly excited about tonight. I know Edward and I have an amazing connection and there will be no lack of conversation between the two of us, but it’s still nerve wracking at the same time. I’ve thought about making a pot of coffee, but I know damned well I don’t need to be more jittery than I already am; I’m pacing my hallways for god’s sake!
I hear a huff, so I look down and see Sammie looking up at me. She’s obviously gotten annoyed with my pacing. “Sorry girl, but mama is a little nervous and excited right now. If everything goes the way I hope it does, there may be a new someone special in our lives.” Great…now I’m justifying my crazy to my dog. It’s just now going on 2:30, so I only have about an hour left to wait.
Suddenly, my phone chirps with a text from Edward.
I forgot to send you my address. It should be easy for you to get here; you just drive up I- 55, onto 240 N to I-40 W, then take exit 1 onto Riverside. Take a left on Union then a right onto Wagner and you’ll see the building. The address is 1 Dr. MLK Jr. Ave and it’s The Landing Residences. I’m on the sixth floor, apt. 620. If you go to the garage attendant, they know you are coming and will tell you where to park. I can’t wait to see you soon. – E
I feel all giddy like a kid. I squeal in delight before I respond.
I would have called you before I left. I’m going to sound like a total dork and tell you how excited I am to come up and see you. I’m counting down the minutes until I can leave and start my drive towards you. – B.
Well, what if I told you I already left my office for the day? I was not being productive at all, so I took off early. If you want to come on up early, I wouldn’t be disappointed at all. – E.
Are you serious? My dogs may thank you and offer to be your feet warmers for life if you asked me to come up early. I may or may not be driving them crazy with my pacing, lol. – B
Sugar, get your sweet cheeks into your car and drive on up here. Don’t make me beg; I’m already pathetic enough about you! - E
I quickly run around picking up all my stuff, make sure the dogs have enough water, text Allie that I’ll be back when I get back, and get into my truck. It takes me a little under an hour until I pull into the garage at Edward’s apartment building. This is a really lovely place! The attendant told me where to park and where to go to get to apartment 620. The walls in the elevator are mirrored, so I take the chance to look myself over and make sure I look presentable. I’m wearing my hair back into a messy chignon with a coral bow, a white dress with coral and sage butterflies on it, and some sexy nude lingerie for some bravado. I think I look nice, and I hope he thinks so too.
Once the elevator hit the sixth floor, I went in search of apartment 620 which was right to the left and down in the corner. I take a deep breath, run my hands down my dress, and knock.
He must have been waiting or been close to the door, because he quickly opens the door with a huge smile on his face. “Hey, sugar,” he says as he reaches down to pick me up in a hug with a sweet kiss to my lips along with it. A girl could get used to this; I’m not huge, but I’m not tiny in size either, and the way he just picked me up like I weighed absolutely nothing makes me feel so small and safe. I sigh as dreamily as he puts me down and blush hardcore.
“Hi, handsome,” I return. He grabs my hand and drags me inside.
“Sugar, you look stunning. Is there anything you wear that doesn’t make hearts break?”
This man was made to make me melt. My cheeks are probably the color of ripe cherries at this moment, but I notice his ears and cheeks have a sweet blush to them as well. I giggle embarrassingly but respond, “you haven’t seen me in the morning,” in which I hear him mumble “yet” under his breath.
“You’re such a sweet talker for someone so shy, sir. By the way, your place is amazing; the view is to die for!” I exclaim excitedly.
“Thank you, and to respond to your first comment…I don’t know why I can be so open with you now. I think now that I’ve gotten past my nerves of actually speaking to you, I can let go more and show you the real me.”
His honesty is refreshing, and I can say that the way he has no qualms about telling me how he feels is making me fall for him quickly. I’ve dated some real winners in the past. They all tell you pretty words that they think you wanna hear…the way they sound is real skeevy sounding, and all they want is to get you into the sack. I know Edward wants me, but the way he sounds is honest and doesn’t come off as a creep. He has pure excitement and awe in his voice when we talk, like he can’t believe I would in the first place…I think he’s crazy because I can’t believe he would want to be with me.
“Edward, I feel that way too. I’m not normally shy, but like I told you before, you pretty much stunned me stupid for some reason. I feel so comfortable around you, like I’ve known you for years.”
He grabs me again in a quick hug and asks to take my bag so he can show me around his home. Once he places it on the kitchen counter, he grabs my hand again and begins leading me around. He shows me the guest room slash office, the amazing entryway which I ignored when I came in, his living, dining, and kitchen area which are all together in a large space, but nicely separated, his amazing balcony which looks out over the Mississippi River, and then finally his bedroom and bathroom. I notice the huge windows throughout his apartment that look out onto the river are also in here and from his bed, I bet he has an amazing view. His bed is large and takes up a substantial portion of his room, but one thing I notice about his place is how clean it is and how nice it smells: like him…linen and man.
“So, either I can cook, take you out to dinner…there are some great places nearby, or we can order something, your choice. I bought some stuff to make chicken parm or lasagna if I cook. Oh, do you want anything to drink? I have wine…both a red and a white. I bought them for you. I asked Angela and she said you liked sweet ones.,” he says as he blushes again. He’s so thoughtful. “I also have different kinds of cokes, water, tea….”
I interrupt his rambling, “Why don’t we cook together? I love to cook. Either one is fine with me. Also, I would love a glass of red if you don’t mind. You’re very thoughtful for asking Angela what wines I like.”
“Well…uh, I wanted to impress you.,” he says as he takes out the bottle of wine and pours me a glass.
“You’ve definitely managed that,” I tell him as he hands me my glass of wine as he pours himself one as well. He comes over and brushes a stray piece of hair out of my face and kisses my lips softly.
“Why don’t we make the chicken parm? It will take us awhile, but we can talk more as we cook.” I nod my head at him, and he starts taking out the chicken and eggs from the fridge. I wash my hands and locate his cutting board, a knife, some parchment paper, and a meat pounder. He raises his eyebrow at me, and I shrug with a smile. I start cutting the chicken down into thin cutlets then begin the process of pounding the meat down so they’re very thin. While I’m doing this, he is making up the breading process; setting up a dish with flour seasoned with salt and pepper, an egg mixture, then the seasoned breadcrumbs with pecorino romano added into it. He then takes out a large cast iron skillet from his oven and adds olive oil and butter to it so he can preheat it for cooking up the chicken. We’re working together seamlessly, gracefully moving side to side, weaving in and out in an intricate dance.
As he begins the breading process, he asks, “So, what do you do for a living since working at Earnestine & Hazel’s was just a side gig?”
“Well, I have a BAJ in Journalism in Multimedia News Reporting and a Minor in English as well as an MA in Journalism in Communication and Media from Ole’ Miss. One of my professors took a piece I wrote and submitted it to The New Yorker. They wanted me, but I declined because I refused to move…they said I could work remotely and that was it. I also submit freelance pieces to other publications as well. It lets me do what I love and gives me time to do other things.” I shrug. He looks impressed and now I am embarrassed.
“Wow…you’re even more amazing than I thought,” he says.
“It’s just a job, I write…I love writing! Nothing special. What about you? I know you work here in Memphis.”
“Well, I have a BArch in Architecture from MSU, an MS in Advanced Architectural Design from Columbia, and my ARE Licensing with the NCARB Certification. I work for Hunter Designs here in Memphis and have moved up quickly. I started out in general building and yard design, but now my homes and other building designs are being requested by name. I’m proud of my accomplishments for only being 30. My dad keeps trying to get me to come home and work with him, but I want my own name out there and not just be known as Carlisle Cullen’s son.” I am in shock. Everyone in Northwest Mississippi knows who Carlisle Cullen is! I didn’t know Edward Cullen was that Edward Cullen.
“Edward…are you telling me that you are one of the Cullen's of Oxford?” I question in awe. His cheeks and ears are so red, and I can tell he is nervous now. He nods shyly. I grab his hand and pull him to look at me. “Baby, that doesn’t change anything…your family is just really famous in Oxford. Remember, I went to Ole’ Miss. That doesn’t define you.” I grasp his hair and kiss him gently.
“Thank you, sugar.,” he whispers. “Also, baby?” I nod shyly. “I like it.” He kisses me this time. “You can call me your baby anytime, alright?” I nod again as I blush. We continue the process of cooking our chicken and begin cooking the sauce so we can complete our food. I am enjoying getting to know the little nuances that make Edward into the man that he is. We are both laughing constantly and flirting almost non-stop. He often stops to kiss my forehead or cheek as well.
When we finally have our meal assembled and into the oven, we decide we’re going to step outside onto his balcony and sit on his wicker sofa to talk some more. “So, do you enjoy living outside of the city?” He questions.
I finish the sip of wine I am taking while I nod my head, “I really do. I’ve always lived in the country. My daddy met my mum when he was stationed in England with the Air Force at RAF Mildenhall. They got married pretty quickly after they met and got pregnant with Allie. A little over a month after they had her, she got pregnant with me. She was told that she shouldn’t continue her pregnancy with me, but she refused to terminate. After she had me, she got real sick, so Daddy was able to postpone his orders due to her health. We lived with my Gran in Thetford until mum died when I was two. When she passed, daddy didn’t want to keep us in England anymore and requested his orders be reinstated. We ended up at Columbus AFB in Starkville where Daddy trained new pilots until he retired when I was 5. Daddy was raised in Pope, so that’s where my Mamaw and Pap were; Daddy had saved so much money and had some inheritance from his Granddaddy, so he bought a huge spread, and we were raised out in northern Tallahatchie County. That’s basically my life’s story there…simple.,” I shrug.
“Simple she says,” he laughs, “Bella, there is nothing simple about you. For someone who went through such a traumatic event at such a young age, you just amaze me.”
“I know it seems like it’s traumatic, and don’t get me wrong…I’m sad I didn’t grow up with a mama, but I wasn’t lacking in female wisdom. Daddy’s younger sister: my Aunt Sassy has helped through all our lives. She never had kids and took me and Allie and raised us as much as Daddy has. She’s the best!” I gush.
“That’s amazing, sugar. You’re so blessed to be sure.”
“We are. What about your family? I mean, I know about your daddy to an extent and about your mama’s charity work, but that’s all I’ve ever seen in school papers.” His parents do a lot in Oxford and his mama especially does a lot, especially for events at Ole’ Miss.
“Well, I’m the middle child of three. There is C.J., me, and Katie-Beth. C.J., or Carlisle Junior, is 34, I turned 30 in June, and Katie-Beth is 21, almost 22. C.J. is married to Brent,” he looks over at me quickly…daring me to say something…afraid I’m going to judge his brother for being gay, but I’m proud of him for protecting his brother and brother-in-law. He coughs to clear his throat when he realizes I don’t give a rat’s ass about his brother’s sexual orientation, “um, they’re trying to find a surrogate so they can have a baby. Katie-Beth is still in school at Ole’ Miss to be a nurse. She’s babied as hell by my parents and grandparents for sure.,” he laughs. “My brother and I were close growing up, and as soon as Katie-Beth was born, we didn’t exactly help the spoiled situation. She knew how to manipulate us to do her bidding when she was little, and she tries it now…I may or may not give in on occasion, but I’ll never admit it.” I laugh at that, because I can just see him caving in so easily to his sister because he is so sweet. “Um, my grandparents or as I call ‘em Gumpy and Gammie live in the house with us and Grandmother, my Daddy’s mama lives in a cottage on the back of the property. We’re all a real tight knit family but I could do without Grandmother’s constant matchmaking parades and my Mama’s begging for grandbabies.” He turns beat red at that statement, “I mean…oh shit, I don’t wanna’ scare you away from my Mama, but she’s real impatient with me and C.J…it’s gettin’ annoying as hell.” I notice his accent is coming out hardcore right now and I have to admit, it’s turning me on. I’ve grown up around southern boys and their charming accents, but on him…it hits you all smooth, like butter.
I giggle, “Baby, don’t worry about it. I know how parents can be about certain things. Daddy keeps asking why Allie and I aren’t married yet and givin’ him grandbabies yet either. Allie is 29 and I’m about to be 28.”, not mentioning that my birthday is next week.
“Thank goodness, Sugar. I’m glad I’m not the only one with a little bit of crazy goin’ on in the family,” he laughs. “So, when are you 28?” he asks.
“Uh, next Thursday.” I say quickly.
“Next Thursday?” he asks shocked.
“Um, yeah…don’t worry about it. It’s just another day anyways. Woohoo, I’m going to be 28!”, I say sarcastically while I roll my eyes. Truthfully, I would love to spend it with him, but I know it’s entirely too soon and I don’t wanna’ freak him out.
“Sugar, it’s your birthday…that’s a big deal.,” he says with a sad look on his face. He reaches over and pushes another piece of hair behind my ear. “If you don’t have anything planned, I would love to celebrate you.” I blush at this. I know it’s too soon to be so twitterpated over him, but I can’t help it.
“I would love to spend it with you. My daddy, aunt, and sister celebrate me with a big breakfast every year; it’s tradition, but otherwise that’s all we do.”
“Well, we’ll start a new tradition then.,” he says matter-of-factly. Does he really want me as much as I want him?
“Edward, can I ask you something? I mean, it’s a little forward, but I want to be honest always.”
He nods his head, “Of course, ask me anything. I’ll be an open book with you.”
“Do you feel as strongly for me as I feel for you? I feel like…I don’t know how to explain it. We’ve only officially known each other for a few days, but I feel like I’ve been connected to you for years. I mean, I’ve been crushin’ hard on you for over three months. I’ve had dreams about you for god’s sake!”
“Sweetheart…god,” he grabs my face and starts kissing me with passion. His tongue caressing mine with nips at each of my lips. His right hand is at the back of my head, tangling in my hair, and his left is just above the edge of my pants, gently stroking my skin. He moves his lips down to my neck and starts murmuring, “I’ve felt this way,” kiss, “since the moment,” nip, “I laid eyes, “on your beautiful,” gently sucks, “face,” kiss, “and body.” He moves his lips back to mine and grabs me tighter. He gently nips at my bottom lip again and pulls away softly. “I feel like there was somethin’ or someone lookin’ out for us. I know some will say it’s too soon, but I feel so much for you it’s insane. I could just get lost in you.” He starts to lean in again as he begins moving his hands higher, but the timer on the oven goes off, stopping us in our tracks. We slowly move apart and laugh. “Well, the timer thinks otherwise…stupid assed timer.,” he laughs again as he turns and walks through the door and into the kitchen.
I give him a look and tell him, “Well, I am starvin’.”
He stops and slowly turns around and states, “me too, Sugar…me too.”
After we’re done with dinner and washing the dishes together, we both grab another glass of wine and move to sit down in his living room. He takes both his glass and mine and puts them onto a side table, sits down, and grabs me around the waist to pull me down onto his lap. He kisses me softly before he says, “Lets talk about those dreams you’re havin,’ Sugar.”
I push my face into his neck and mumble, “do we have to?” He nods his head and I groan. “Ugh, they were those kinds of dreams, if you know what I mean.”
“Uh huh…those kinds of dreams? The kinds where you and I end up somewhere together…me caressing and kissin’ your soft, naked skin while you moan my name?” His voice is like liquid honey, “The kinds where you take your small hand and caress me in places that make me moan yours?” I let out a whimper at this statement as he lightly sucks on the skin behind my ear.
“Mmm, baby. What are you doin’ to me? I…*uhn*…yes”, I whimper as he moves his lips lower down my neck, “yes, those types of dreams…*uhn*…the kinds where you lick and kiss me everywhere…*oh god*…and I do things to you that lead us to doing…*oh fuck*…things together.” He decides that laying in his arms isn’t good enough and he maneuvers me to straddling his lap; groaning as he shifts underneath me. I can feel him: hot, hard, and twitching. He’s either fucking huge or he has a big roll of something in his pants. He shifts again; this time upwards, pushing that monster up onto my throbbing clit. I make a sound of need as I push myself down onto him this time. His lips come back to me, and we begin to press our lips together, maneuvering our tongues as we begin moving our hips together. He is panting between kisses and making these sounds that are driving me wild. My panties are soaked at this point. My dress is sitting funny, so he pushes it up to my hips and leaves his hands on my ass. He groans again when he feels my naked skin as he caresses my bottom at the same time as he pushes up into me again.
“Ohhh, Edward,” I practically sob. It’s been a really long time for me; over two years since that last piece of shit I dated decided I wasn’t thin enough for him. This feels so good, so much better than my B.O.B. because it’s a real man and not the silicon lips of my toy. “Baby, you feel so good…*uhn*…fuck.”
“Bella,” he moans, “can I touch you? Please?”
“Please…*uhn*…please Edward, touch me anywhere,” I whimper.
“Are you sure we’re not moving…*uhn fuck baby*,” he moans as he continues to push up into me as I rock onto him, “fast? I don’t…*oh god*…want to rush you into anything…*fuck*…that you’re not ready for.”
In reality, I know people would think that sleeping with him on the first date is ridiculous and trashy, but I don’t care. He wants me and I want him as much, if not more. I know that he asked me to pack a bag so if I drank too much or it got too late, I wouldn’t have to drive home; he’s very respectful and he genuinely cares…but I’ve never been happier to have an overnight bag in my life.
In a small voice, because I am almost embarrassed of the response I may get, I ask, “Edward, would you think less of me if I was ready?” He stops kissing my neck and pulls his head away from me, looking at me with the sweetest smile. I take a deep breath and continue…almost rushing, “I’m not usually like this, I promise. I’ve only slept with two guys, and I was protected with both and tested after the last one. It’s been over two years since I’ve been with anyone. I haven’t even dated or kissed anyone since the last guy. I’ve never felt like this with anyone, baby. I can’t…” He puts his finger over my lips to silence me then kisses me sweetly.
“Sweetheart, I would never think less of you. I haven’t been in a relationship since my senior year at MSU. I haven’t been with anyone since then either. I’m a give it all or nothin’ kind of guy…I have to be in a relationship to be with someone. I hope I’m not wrong here, but I want it all with you, Bella. Please tell me you want it all too.,” he begs. My eyes begin to water. How is he real? How did I get so lucky to meet him? “Bella, what’s goin’ on…did I say somethin’ wrong?” he asks worriedly as he wipes away the tears that have started to fall.
“No…not at all. How are you so wonderful? How did I get so lucky to meet you?” I sniff.
“Oh Bella, how did you get so lucky? I ask myself that every time I think of you. You are the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met.” He kisses my cheek and brushes the hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ears. He then grabs me into a dare I say it, loving hug…holding me tightly but gently caressing me. He asks me to scoot back and helps me stand up, then grasps my hand tightly, guiding me along to his bedroom. It’s dark outside now, but the lights from outside coming in the window provide enough to still see each other as we walk towards his bed. He turns me towards him and silently asks me permission to remove my dress; I nod at him and help him along. He groans once I’m standing there in just my bra and thong, “my god, Bella…you’re stunning,” he says as he lets down my hair. He shrugs out of his overshirt and rips the white t-shirt he is wearing over his shoulders from his neck. His body is gorgeous: muscled like a swimmer, tall and lithe with a dark trail of hair below his belly button pointing down to the promised land along with a sexy ‘v.’ I just want to lick him. He keeps staring at me like I’m his dream come true, and I’ve never felt so beautiful and sexy in my life. He slowly reaches towards me and caresses my arms while pulling me closer. “You’re so sexy and beautiful…I don’t know where to start with you.,” he says as he kisses me deeply.
So…yeah…sorry for the cliffy 😉 but I have already written over half of the next chapter, and I will get it up asap. It’s definitely where the “M” rating comes into play as well.