"I'm not afraid of you," I announced.
Edward's eyes bore into mine. He circled around, stopping when he was directly behind me. He leaned in and whispered, "Your expression betrays your words."
I shivered, apparently betraying my words yet again. He picked up on my response and chuckled.
One of his hands gathered my hair into a loose ponytail, pulling it free from my neck; the other slid over my collarbone and lingered on my breast, fingertips lightly caressing my nipple. Pressing his mouth against the side of my neck, he murmured, "You say you're not afraid of me, but your pulse tells me otherwise."
Inhaling deeply, I tried to will my pounding heart into a slower rhythm…unfortunately, Edward was now placing open-mouthed kisses on the back of my neck, rendering all my thoughts incoherent.
At that moment, I suddenly realized what I was feeling was not fear. No, what I was feeling—what I had been feeling all along—was desire.
Desire…and it was quickly consuming me.
Pulling away from Edward's embrace, I turned to look at him.
"No more words," I breathed as I covered his mouth with mine.