Edward was on the floor.

He was sitting on the floor next to the couch in his office. And he was watching Bella sleep. He didn't know what kind of man actually watched a woman sleep, but he also didn't know what kind of woman was capable of doing the things Bella had done with him. So, he guessed they were somewhat even.

It was the best sex of his life.

And while he tried to wrap his mind around that, he simply couldn't. Not because he couldn't understand that physically, it just was. But it was because of the woman…her. Bella, all shy and sweet and when it came right down to it, the dirtiest woman he'd ever known.

She had taken everything he'd given her. And fuck, she'd been so tight and wet and just goddamn perfect around his cock. She'd cried his name. He'd never considered himself arrogant or possessive in any way, but when she said his name over and over again while he fucked her, when she screamed it as she came all over his dick, something inside him snapped. He didn't know anything about her, but in that moment, he was so fucking pleased that he could please her. And more than that, he knew he didn't want any other man attempting it.

And what the fuck was that?

He'd lost his goddamn mind.

He'd been ready for the awkward conversation. He prepared himself as he pulled away from her when they were finished. He thought about what he was going to say, how he was going to handle her as he disposed of the condom and went out front to get her clothes. But when he came back, she was curled on her side, sleeping.

So, there he was…sitting next to her.

Watching and waiting.

For what, he still wasn't sure.

The smell of sex lingered in the air. And every moment he watched her, he had to fight the urge to reach out and touch her again. He didn't know what she was going to think when she finally woke up. He had no idea how she was going to feel. The fact that she trusted him enough to actually fall asleep had to mean something. Didn't it?

She'd been gorgeous when he fucked her. And before that in the store when he'd talked to her…touched her. But he was astounded at her soft beauty as she lay there. Her dark hair was spread across the cushion, her eyelids closed and pale, with delicate blue veins just underneath the skin. Her plump lips were slightly open as she breathed in and out. And fuck, her tits were full and gorgeous, her nipples bigger than he remembered now that she wasn't aroused.

He liked it.

He liked everything about her.

But what if she didn't like him?

And that was the moment that Edward truly knew he was fucked. Because when had he ever given a shit about what a woman thought about him? He sounded like a goddamn pussy. But one more look at her, and he couldn't find it in himself to care.

It was just after six when her eyes fluttered open. If she'd slept any longer, he would've had to wake her up. Jasper was going to be in just after seven. If that fucker wasn't too hungover to come to work.

"Good morning." He spoke quietly, not wanting to scare her.

Her eyes grew wide and he could see the panic on her face.


"Oh, god," she moaned, looking down. He watched as a million emotions played across her face. "Oh, god."

"Bella, it's okay."

"No, it's not okay," she mumbled, sitting up and clutching his shirt that he covered her with earlier. "It's not okay because I fell asleep…here…after we did what we did. And oh, my god. How could I have fallen asleep?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide and apologetic. If he hadn't been so nervous himself, Edward would have laughed. "I'm sorry…let me…I'll just get my things and get out of here."

He let her stand.

Not because he wanted her to go, but because he wanted to see her naked body again. Especially as she bent over to pick up her shirt.

He watched her.

Okay, he leered at her. It was almost creepy.

But then he said, "Bella, stop."

She ignored him and continued dressing.

"Bella," he said, louder this time. "Will you just fucking listen to me?"

He winced.

He probably could have handled that better.

But it worked.

She stood there – bare legs with just a shirt covering her. She hadn't even put on her bra. She was holding it in her hands with her pants.


"Where do you think you're going?"

She stared at him, but he couldn't figure out her expression.


Edward lifted himself up off the floor and approached her. He walked slowly because she looked like a trapped wild animal. And goddamn, just the thought of that made him think about taming her.

His cock swelled as he smiled.

"I thought maybe I'd take you out for…breakfast?"

She dropped her pants.

He smiled again.


"Yeah, you know…bacon, eggs, toast."

"I'm a vegetarian."

She smiled.

For the first time since she woke up, she smiled.

"Why don't you tell me about that over pancakes?"

She bit down on her bottom lip.

He bit back his need to groan.

"You…you really want to have…breakfast with me?"

Maybe it was her sweet voice, or maybe it was the way that she looked up at him with her wide eyes that seemed to be filled with bottomless doubt and hope. Whatever it was, he couldn't stop himself. He reached around her waist and pulled her close to him, sliding his hands down and grabbing her ass.


Her ass felt so good in his hands.

"Yes," he murmured. "I want to have breakfast with you. And possibly lunch…and maybe even dinner. And then I'd like you to tell me a little more about yourself. Like maybe what you do every day…or possibly your last name."

"Oh," she said, her nose crinkling as she smiled. "Yeah?"

And then Edward kissed her, long and soft and sweet. And he didn't stop until Bella wrapped her arms around his neck.


"And then what?" she asked.

"Well, I don't know about you," he said, leaning in and sucking her bottom lip into his mouth for just a second, "but I'm gonna probably need some sleep."

"In your bed or mine?"




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