This is an experiment but they won't shut up. It's the only thing I can write right now.
"I know, me neither."
We stare at each other with an intensity that makes my heart ache and tumble. I feel tears burning, threatening to spill out and betray myself.
"I want to." I cave, unable to fight this. Us.
"Me too," he sighs. "It's all I can think off."
"You're all I can think of," I confess. There's a smile tugging at the left corner of his mouth. It that smile that's reserved only for me. It's the one I love and makes my knees weak for him.
"Fuck, I want you so bad I can't think straight." He shakes his head, strands of hair twirling down his forehead. I want to touch it. I want to touch him. I want him.
"Yeah." My mouth is dry, heart beating fast and all I want to say is 'same'. Somehow he knows and runs his tongue over his bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Sinful, sinful man.
"Please," he whispers. "Just once. No one has to know."
"Edward…" His name drops from my lips as a silent plea. I can't resist. I don't want to. I can't. Simply can't.
"Fuck the consequences," he mutters and runs his fingers through my hair before both hands find a place at the base of my skull. I whimper at the sensation before he tugs me closer and it's finally here. The kiss we've both been waiting for. Aching for. Longing for.
My eyes close and I see nothing but fire. Fire and sparks and an all-consuming heat that has never, ever been there. Not even with Jared, and I thought he was the one.
My arms don't connect to my brain anymore, and I forget where we are as they wind around Edward's neck, fingers balled to fists against his leather jacket.
His lips move against my own, and it's like he's reciting me all the most beautiful poems in the world. I get it, I do it too. Our words are unspoken but so loud they're deafening. This is a kiss worth remembering, the kind you write about in diaries and the sort of kiss you talk to your grandchildren about.
There's pants and groans and I feel myself melt against Edward's body, my tits crushed against his chest, the zippers of our jackets clattering together.
My heart is racing when I pull back, needing more air but still more of him as well. I'm an addict and Edward Cullen is the only one who can give me my next hit.
"Please," I whimper, hanging on to him for dear life in the light of day. It's the middle of the afternoon and we're being a absolutely careless. We don't do this, anyone can tell.
"What's wrong, baby?" The nickname falls from his pouty lips and makes me want him even more. My poor little heart skips a few beats when his fingertips caress my jaw, his thumb grazing my bottom lip. "What are you begging me for?" His voice is slightly husky, so beautiful, as is he. Edward throws me a crooked smile, dimple in his right cheek in full force. Fuck, he's too gorgeous for his own good.
"You, daddy." It slips and I watch his forest eyes turn dark, gloomy. "I want all of you. Please." I shake my head and swallow down the lump in my throat.
"Fuck," he sighs before his eyes leave mine and the trance is broken. "Come with me. Just tonight."
I ponder my options but I can't do anything but nod silently.
"That's my girl." He smiles and my heart aches, breaks a little more at the same time that it grows ten sizes. I'm not his, but for tonight I can be.