Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or these characters
Warning: Contains strong language and sexual content
"Holy sex on two legs!" Alice, my best friend, squealed-yes, squealed, like a love–struck, preteen girl at a Justin Bieber concert-as we shamelessly ogled the demigod leaning across the bar ordering a drink a few stools down from us. And, oh, my god, he was absolutely mouth-watering, panty-melting beautiful. He had tan skin and a shock of black hair that hung in his face. His black, button down shirt was taut against his muscles, and I had the sudden urge to see the smooth, perfectly sculpted muscles I was fantasizing about underneath. His dark, smoldering eyes must have felt us staring because he turned his eyes and looked right at us. Alice and Rosalie kept right on staring, making eye contact and batting their perfect eyelashes. I, however, turned a deep shade of crimson and dropped my eyes, letting my hair fall forward and shield me.
"Oh, my god! He's coming over here!" Alice screeched, and I swore it sounded like my thirteen year old niece, Leah, when I took her to see the latest installment of that vampire/werewolf movie last summer.
When I looked up, I saw him striding purposefully towards us, a beer bottle in his hand and his eyes trained on me. I looked around myself, thinking surely he was looking at someone, anyone, else. He had an amused smirk and a little twinkle in his eye when he reached me. This man knew how good he looked. When he reached me, he stood right in front of me, his large frame looming over me as he leaned towards me and held out his hand. I looked at it questioningly for one second before placing my pale hand in his. My stomach was suddenly doing little somersaults, and I was about to break out in a sweat. No man this incredibly gorgeous had ever-I mean ever-paid any attention to me. He bent his head down until we were at eye level before he spoke.
"Marry me," he whispered huskily, and all the air whooshed out of my lungs, leaving me both shocked and speechless. I could practically feel the heat coming off my skin and knew my blush had darkened to an embarrassing shade of red. After several attempts at swallowing, and trying to ignore the irrational part of my brain that was screaming at me to say yes, I found my voice.
"I can't. I'm engaged," I responded, and my voice sounded so small as I flashed the diamond adorning my left hand. But he didn't falter. His grin only increased, and I swore I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest and a warm pool of wetness soaking my new panties when he flashed his perfect white teeth. Truth be told, I was engaged, but Edward and I had had a huge fight, and I had been staying with Rose and Alice, my college roommates, the last few days. They had dragged me out tonight, kicking and screaming, might I add, claiming I needed a girl's night. The only thought running through my head now was, Please take me, kiss me, oh, god, please…
"Then at least dance with me," he countered, his thumb rubbing smooth circles over the back of my hand. The feel of his skin on mine was downright intoxicating, and without conscious effort, I felt myself nodding as he pulled me up and out onto the dance floor. I looked back over my shoulder to see Alice and Rosalie standing there with wide grins stretched across their faces. We made our way through the crowd, and he spun around, pulling my body flush against his. I couldn't have fought it even if I wanted to. And I didn't want to. I swallowed, loudly, as my eyes met his. His eyes were dark, and this close, I could see two small freckles of gold in each deep pool of almost black. The look he was giving me made me feel tingly, like I was burning, like I could just combust right here, right now. He leaned forward, his warm breath tickling the skin below my ear and his husky voice sending shivers of desire down my spine.
"Relax. I'm not going to bite. I'm not the big bad wolf." He chuckled, and I could feel the deep vibrations rumble against my chest. I swore the more he swung me around the dance floor, his strong arms and rippling muscles around me, his fingers brushing along the exposed skin of my hip, his throaty chuckle and sometimes raspy voice singing in my ear, and his moist lips just barely touching the skin at my neck, the more I wanted him-the more all coherent thoughts escaped my mind, the more my knees felt weak and my own fingers clung to his thick arms. Then, his supple lips grazed the skin of my jaw line, his nose trailing along the path, and my panties were suddenly soaked through. I gasped, pulling away as I felt a little wetness dribble down my thigh. He smiled a knowing smile down at me. My cheeks flamed with embarrassment as I escaped his embrace and raced towards the bathroom.
Thankfully, it wasn't crowded, and I raced into a stall, leaning my head against the door with its scrawled writing, panting and flushed with a very real, throbbing ache between my thighs. Oh, my God, I thought to myself. I had never, I mean never, been affected by a guy this way. Edward and I had a very lackluster physical relationship. It wasn't bad; it was just…vanilla. And normally, it took a lot of heavy petting and kissing and coaxing before I was even half as wet as tall–dark-and-handsome had me with just his warm breath and innocently placed fingers.
I had never wanted someone so bad in all my life. And I didn't even know his name. And I certainly wasn't that type of girl. Other than Edward, I had only slept with two guys: one, my high school boyfriend on prom night, which turned out to be a complete disaster when my Chief of Police father walked in on us-his shot gun was loaded, Mike was pulling on clothes running out the door, and I was left completely mortified; then there was this guy I dated my first couple of semesters in college-he turned out to be nothing but a cheater.
I met Edward right before Christmas break my second year of college at Washington State. He'd always been the perfect boyfriend. He opened the door for me, took me on lavish dates, and remembered anniversaries, holidays, and my birthday. But I couldn't deny that something seemed to be missing. He had asked me to marry him, and I said yes, although I couldn't even say why. I knew that he loved me, that he was a successful doctor, and that could give me a great life, kids, and a family. He would never cheat or lie or leave me. But…it just wasn't enough anymore. So I had picked a fight about him always working, which turned into him accusing me of cheating…and I stormed out.
"Bella? You okay?" Alice's tinkling voice broke through my inner monologue. I opened the door. Her face wrinkled with concern as she took in my flushed cheeks and the scowl on my face.
"I'm fine," I answered, but I knew she would know different. I tried to smooth out my features and take a few deep breaths. If I was wondering what had been missing with Edward, I was sure, more than sure, that the passion and fire I just felt with my mystery man was part of it.
"Hmmm. Okay. But what happened to tall dark and fuckable?" Rosalie piped up from behind Alice. I just shrugged, trying to ignore them. What was I going to say? He made me feel so hot and horny that I ruined my panties and was about to jump him in the middle of the dance floor, so I freaked and ran to hide in the bathroom? Yeah, I'd never live that one down. I went to wash my hands, and they both followed me out of the bathroom.
I stopped dead in my tracks the minute I walked out into the noisy club. He was standing there against the wall, looking so mouthwatering; I felt a new pool of warm wetness seep between my thighs. He pushed himself off the wall and stalked towards me. I couldn't break my eyes away from his. He backed me up into the wall, one arm reaching above me to prop himself up. He leaned down till his eyes were only inches from mine, his minty breath fanning over my face. There was something so animalistic, so unbridled, about the look in his dark eyes. And it was so fucking sexy.
"Do you have your cell phone?" he asked, momentarily breaking me from my trance. I raised my eyebrows in confusion but just nodded, reaching into my back pocket and bringing it in front of me. He quickly snatched it from my hands and flipped it open. He dialed a number, and a moment later, I felt a vibration from his leg that was pressed up against mine. His fingers worked quickly over the keys, and the next thing I knew, he was handing me back my phone, a slight smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. He brought one finger up, drawing a line down my cheek, and then cupped my cheek with his warm hand, his eyes dropping their gaze to my parted lips. He slowly, agonizingly slowly, leaned forward as my eyes fluttered closed; his lips just barely brushed against mine. Just as I was about to lean forward, needing to deepen the kiss and feel more of this amazing fire this man provoked in me, he pulled away, his lips still only centimeters away from mine.
"Name?" he whispered roughly.
"Bella," I replied breathlessly. He smiled and then lowered his lips to mine again, a little firmer this time. But all too quickly, it ended, and he whispered once more before he was gone. "I have to go. My friends are waiting, but I'll call you."
And then he gone before I could even ask his name, leaving me extremely turned on and frustrated and excited all at the same time. I could feel a spike of adrenaline at his words. A wave of heat washed over me from his kiss, the burn of which I could still feel tingling against my lips as I brought my fingers up, ghosting along my lower lip where his had just been. A slow, crooked smile stretched across my face.
"Holy fuck!" Rose and Alice both exclaimed, echoing my thoughts.
A/N: Thanks you to jkane180 for beta-ing this story! I love you!