Kiss Me Now, Kiss Me Never

Queen of Hearts

(This starts out the morning after their first night together.)

Edward

God, what a fucking morning. Bella's cocky and offhanded remarks brought out the caveman in me. Her soft skin and deep brown eyes brought out the gentleman in me. Okay, maybe not a gentleman. More like the romantic fucker that wanted to sing and write songs about her.

Our early-morning fuck session was dedicated to the movies. Who knew spewing out movie titles would be such a turn on? Apparently, Push and Die Harder were among Bella's favorites.

Personally, I liked Die Hard better. "Yippie-ki-yay, mother fucker."

To say that I was a little hurt when she left my bed without a goodbye would be an understatement. I wanted her number, address, email, and Twitter profile name. What the fuck was she doing to me?

Her exit was anything but quiet. Maybe her subconscious was desperately trying to wake me up. It wasn't until the nickname she had for my dick that I spoke up.

Had I known what would happen after we left my apartment, we never would've gone out. I would have demanded that recount. Who the fuck had tattoos on their erogenous zones? Jesus fuck, the second my eyes had landed on the tiny red heart on the soft skin of her pussy, I'd been fucking gone. All rational thought had left me at that moment.

Frustrated and fucking alone, I plopped down on my couch. I tried to dispel the images of Bella bent over the couch arm, but to no avail. Where the hell had it all gone wrong?

I wrapped my mind around the morning, and I knew. I'd asked for too much too soon.

Flashback to earlier the same day

With Bella's hand clasped in one of mine, her heels dangling in my other, we walked out of my building. She threw her head back, the sun illuminating her face.

God, she was beautiful.

"This is one of the things I love about California," she said.

"The sun," we said in unison.

"Have you lived here long?" I asked, leading her toward my car.

"Only a few weeks, but I used to live here years ago."

"Left to go to school?"

"Yes, I went to the east coast for a while."

"What made you come back?" I opened the car door for her. After closing the door behind her, I make a careful inspection of my baby – 2010 Lamborghini Murciélago LP 670 in midnight blue.

I shouldn't have parked it out in front of my building, but parking in the underground garage would've taken too long last night.

Bella smiled from the passenger seat like she knew what I was thinking. She laughed and shook her head at me. I slid inside my car and cocked an eyebrow. "What? I needed me make sure she was okay?"

"Trust me. I understand," she said as I pulled out onto the street. "I treat my R8 the same way."

Fuck me. She drove a fucking hot car. I couldn't help the imagery of fucking her on the hood of it from flooding my mind.

Hey, I wouldn't want to scratch mine.

"What color?" I asked while we were waiting for a light.

"White."

"Mmm," I hummed. This information was definitely helping the imagery. I felt Bella's hand on me suddenly, causing me to bite my lip and hiss.

"I definitely know what you're thinking about, Edward," Bella teased. "But I don't fuck in cars."