Stolen HeART
No Show.
He allowed me only a few minutes to get myself straight and together, before his hands were once again all over me, claiming me. His butterfly kisses randomly touched the skin on my face and I smirked when he cocooned me in his arms. He was a different Edward now caring and focused. The aggressive somewhat harsh feral man that had just taken me had vanished.
"Come home with me, we could shower together, I could do dinner, you could stay the weekend," his desperate plea was heart breaking and even though the niggling doubt waved at me I refused to acknowledge it.
The temptation was so overwhelming that I tilted my face to accommodate his lustful lips taking him deep and I encouraged his tongue to explore my mouth, anything that would stop me from saying yes. He moaned in my mouth and the vibration caused me to tug him even closer towards me. He finally moved from my lips to rub the side of my face with his rough chin and I smiled.
I leaned against his forehead, the damp skin of his brow clung to my own and I wanted no more than to lick him clean, I wanted to taste him.
"I can't," I whispered. Reluctantly I pulled away from his warm body and bit my bottom lip while I shook my head slightly as I tried to silence the war with myself to stay here.
"I can't wait until tomorrow night," he muttered. I felt his hand trace the curve of my spine, stopping when he reached the zip of my dress he moaned when he found the clasp and tugged it slightly. My resistance low, I knew that if I stood here any longer we would have a repeat performance.
"Edward, I need to make a move," I said with persistence as I peeled myself from his body. I stood back and watched his chest rise from the frustrated sigh he just exhaled.
He reached over to grab my hand and I watched him study my fingers. "Do you have plans with him?" His eyes were still focused on my hand and I pulled it away from his touch to prompt him to look at me
"I do have plans with James tomorrow, if that's who you mean," I said softy. He slowly looked up and I caught a flicker of concern in his eyes.
"Do I need to be worried?" he asked. It took me a moment to process his question. His beautiful green eyes captured my hesitation and I felt the guilt of deception as it rose once more. Should I feel guilty? Was this his plan, to question me at every obtuse moment, to find out more about me and the people I surround myself with?
"No Edward." I pulled him close to reassure him. Or was that more for my benefit?
By the time we had said our goodbyes and I had waited for the cab to collect me from the gallery, I had quickly thrown my already packed case in the trunk of my car and drove like a madwoman to the cottage in Forks. It didn't appeal to me to want to stay in the cottage tonight. I was tempted to make my way over to Carlisle and Esme's, but I was unsure, I knew they would want to know why it had taken me so long to get down here and I wasn't up for an inquisition.
I sat back and listened to the car engine cooling off. My mind was unusually silent and for the first time today I felt at peace. I wasn't sure if it was the country views of Forks that were calming me down or the fact that I was going to see Charlie. I knew it was late and he would probably be asleep, but I just needed to be near him. I just needed to be me, not the organiser or the new love interest, just me, Bella, the daughter of Charlie Swan.
With most of the residents tucked up in bed, I took off my shoes before I crossed over the automatic doors. I padded through the quiet reception area and waved over at the front desk as I gingerly walked towards Charlie's room. I noticed Rose standing by the water cooler laughing into her cell and I smiled and waved when she caught my eye. I slowly opened the door, careful not to allow too much light to filter into the room and I smiled when I heard the familiar sound of Charlie's snore.
