Caught in the Flames

Chapter Eighty-Four

As always, none of this is mine. I'm just the perv who want to make our beloved Twilight characters swear, drink, and go at it like horny rabbits. This story will be a combination of love, suspense, some violence and steamy, sweaty sex.

On with it!

Also, this will be a longer chapter that comes with a lemon warning. Many of you were ready for this many chapters ago and frustrated with the slow burn, but Bella was hurt irrevocably and wasn't ready until now. I hope this makes up for it!

Chapter Eighty-Four

BPOV

After soaking in the tub until the water cooled and bubbled dissipated, I felt infinitely more comfortable with Edward. I didn't have any qualms getting out of the tub and for him seeing my naked body. I knew he appreciated it with the response of his growing cock, but he was respectful and let me handle everything in my own way. Though, I did make it harder, in more ways than two, when I put on my pajamas without any underwear.

I thought my boyfriend was going to have an aneurysm.

The next morning, we woke up early and made arrangements to go on a tour of the vineyard at the chateau. We dressed casually in jeans and jackets before meeting in front of the chateau. I was snapping photos of the building and the bay we were overlooking. When Edward wasn't paying attention, I took numerous photos of him, too. He was quickly becoming my favorite subject to photograph. His face was angular and sexy. His hair was artfully tousled with natural copper highlights. His jaw was square, pronounced and stubbled lightly with his beard. His eyes were a bright jade, twinkling with happiness and love, surrounded by long, dark eyelashes. His nose was slightly crooked from a fight he had when he was in middle school, but it made his features rugged.

"I hear the shutter click, Bella," Edward said, giving me a crooked grin. "I know you're taking my picture."

"What? You're handsome," I retorted, batting my eyelashes behind my sunglasses. "You should be a model."

"Ah, no. My one foray in the modeling world was a firefighter's calendar for some fundraiser for the hospital. I felt like a piece of man meat," Edward grumbled. "I was oiled and slicked up. I felt so...so...used. It felt tawdry and..." He shuddered.

"Did you really use the word tawdry?" I snorted.

"I did. It's how I felt," he replied, jutting out his lower lip.

"Tawdry?" I laughed.

"You are really damaging my fragile psyche, Isabella," Edward growled playfully. "I am not a piece of meat to be ogled."

"And how much money did the calendar raise?" I countered.

"$25,000 for a new children's wing," he grumbled.

"Would do it again?" I asked.

"If you were the photographer and I wasn't bathed in baby oil, making me look like a damn stripper," he answered, shrugging slightly.

"Have you been asked?" I questioned, slipping my camera into the bag I had slung over my shoulder.

"Emmett and I were approached during our last shift by the same woman who arranged the previous calendar," Edward replied. "Emmett jumped at the chance, but I said I'd think about it. The only person I want to objectify me as a sexual being is you."

"Whoa, big words!" I quipped, wrapping my arms around his waist. "But it's for a good cause...the same child's wing?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "They are looking for a photographer, though. Would you be willing?"