The List

Chapter 6: Unexpected

EdwardPOV

As I approached Bella's house, I was feeling significantly more composed. I walked the remaining distance, just taking the time to ensure I had myself under control. The anticipation of talking to her about her little stunt with the panties was buzzing under my skin. I knew I needed to be careful.

As I jumped to her window a sound caught my attention. I groaned and rested my head against the glass of her window before pushing it up. I braced myself for what I might see.

I slipped in through the window, stealthy as always, hoping to catch Bella in the middle of whatever was causing her to emit those sounds. She was moaning softly in high-pitched pleading tones. Standing at the end of her bed I studied her. She was asleep. Sweet God she's having an erotic dream.

She lay on her back, her bedspread kicked to the floor and the sheet twisted over one leg. Her hair was splayed around her head and shoulders, framing her face and highlighting her porcelain skin. Her white tank top had ridden up in her sleep, exposing her lean torso. A moan started low in my throat when I saw her white cotton bikini underwear. They had a small satin bow in the center. She looked like an angel all in white.

I was frozen where I stood at the foot of her bed. Her sounds, movement, and oh God her scent held me enraptured. I was instantly hard.

My hands literally ached to reach out and touch her. I pulled her blue panties out of my pocket and balled them in the center of my fist, trying to distract my hands' need to feel her.

Some part of my brain was chagrined-I had come here to make Bella squirm over the panties, and right now she was so in control of me that I would have given in to any request she made of me. All this, and she wasn't even awake! I am powerless to resist this woman.

If I thought the sound of her moaning so needfully wasn't seductive enough, when she starting moving and speaking I thought I'd either have to leave or take her, so tenuous was the hold on my control. The only thing that kept me in place was how enthralled I was with the picture unfolding before me. The anticipation of what she was going to do next was excruciating.

I stood there, squeezing her panties in my left hand, watching.

"Edward."

There was no denying it. Hearing my name on her lips in her sleep remained one of my favorite sounds in the world.

"Oh...oh, please." Her back arched slightly at her words. One of her hands came to rest on her bare stomach.

The pull I felt to give her what she was pleading for was phenomenal.

"Unghhh."

I closed my eyes at the sound of her moan. Okay, that for sure was one of my favorite sounds in the world. Soon, soon, I will make it my mission to elicit that sound from her as often as possible.

"Oh, Edward. I...I need...."

What, baby, what do you need? My thought gave me an idea. I moved to the side of her bed and kneeled down. Softly I whispered, "What Bella, what do you need?"

"Oh, God, Edward." Her hand slid slightly down to her hip bone.

"Tell me, Bella," I whispered.

"I need...please...touch me."

Fuck. I leaned my head down and rested it momentarily on the edge of her mattress. Think of anything, anything, so that you can keep your hands to yourself. Because, Jesus Christ, I wanted to touch her so badly.

I lifted my head up when I felt her shift. My eyes widened when she slid her hand between her legs. She whimpered, and then shifted onto her side facing me so that she was leaning slightly on her stomach. Her new position trapped her hand firmly between her legs.