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Chapter 11 ~ Going Back

“We’re here!” Alice announced quite loudly if you ask me. I sighed and started pulling away from Edward, not that I really wanted to leave this position.

Apparently Edward had other plans, as he opened the door and pulled me out in his arms simultaneously. I started protesting as we walked into the hotel lobby.

“Edward! Put me down! I have two perfectly good legs you know…” He snickered and smiled crookedly.

“Trust me, I’m quite aware.”

Sighing, I knew it was useless, plus…I did get to be closer to him. I smiled and curled into him more, making him chuckle. Alice and Jasper followed us in, laughing the entire way through the lobby and into the elevator.

I listened to the drip, drip of water against the floor as we rode up to the suites, trying to ignore Alice’s jokes about how I bring so much more fun to the family. Rolling my eyes, I thought that even though Emmett wasn’t here, he was still here. In the form of a short, black haired pixie. 

“Ok,” Alice stopped us before going into the suite, “we have half an hour before we check out and leave for the airport. Understand?”

Edward rolled his eyes before answering, “Yes mother.”

I laughed as he walked in past a now fuming Alice. Jasper looked like he was suppressing his laugh. No doubt that would get him in trouble.

Edward walked us to our room and then set me down in the bathroom.

“Don’t use all of the hot water hmm?” he whispered in my ear before kissing my cheek.

“Why don’t you just shower with me?” I asked as innocently as possible. He tensed automatically.

“Bella…” I looked up at him when he turned back to me. His face was contemplating. I was curious to how far he would go; I meant it as more of a joke. I hid my smile and waited for him to mull over nothing. I knew he wouldn’t do it.

“Not tonight,” he finally whispered in my ear, making me groan. Not tonight? What did that mean? Now I really wanted it. Why did he have to go and turn the tables on me?

Edward looked down at me with dark eyes and a, oh so innocent smile like I tried. Just as I was about to lean up to kiss him, he turned and closed the door. My mouth hung open in shock. What just happened? I feel like a pile of goo! No way could I function now…I took off my shoe and threw it at the door, only to hear a boisterous laugh on the other side. I glared at him, or, well, the door, for a few seconds before giving up and turning the shower on.

While I waited for Edward to finish his shower, I lay on the bed, not having gotten dressed yet. Honestly I couldn’t, since my clothes were in a suitcase in which its whereabouts were unknown to me. Where was Alice when you need her? Maybe she planned this…maybe she was trying to help me…

Edward came out five minutes later with a towel around his waist, the same stumped confusion about clothes as I had. But I suddenly couldn’t concentrate on that, for Edward was wet and naked, all but the towel. How could I possibly ignore such a thing? When his eyes locked with mine from across the room, there suddenly was no space between us. I giggled at his hurry to be beside me, for the same reason I’m sure as mine.

Once I finally made my way back to his eyes from his sculpted body, I melted. His eyes were black, lust clouding his irises, melting me to goo again. I sat up as fast as I dared and kissed him with as much force as I could stand. He growled and pushed me back on the bed, pressing me down and kissing me until I couldn’t breathe. He never left my skin even then; trailing down my neck, stopping at my jugular and proceeding down to my collar bone. I grasped his hair and played with it while he sucked and kissed and touched. When he started kissing my shoulders, I moved my hands to his back, mesmerized by the feel of his muscles moving as he moved. When I couldn’t stand anymore, I pulled him up to meet my mouth again, our tongues twisting together as one and our bodied pressing even closer together. We groaned at the feel of our centers touched through our towels.  His ice cold skin felt good against mine as I continued my exploration with his body, running my hands down the valleys of his chest and around his abs to his back, once again feeling his muscles. Edward was rather occupied with my neck, his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him, giving me less room to move. It was then though that our time seemed to be at an end.