AN: It's been a you may need to reread the previous chapter because this one starts up right were the last one ended. xo

The drive to my apartment was a blur.




The sound of rain beating against my Range Rover.

"Do you have an umbrella in here?" he asks, squeezing my hand.

"I think I left it at home. I'm not afraid of getting a little wet...are you?" I bite my lip, trying to stifle a smile.

He looks over at me with a smile. "Not at all."


I squeeze my legs together, fighting to keep my composure.

As we pull up to the apartment, the rain is coming down so hard we can barely see.

"Okay. On the count of three," I say, my hand ready to open the car door. "One. Two. Three!"

I push open the door and scream as I run around the car, through puddles. As I hurry towards the door, a hand grabs mine and pulls me back.

"Edward! What are you -"

His mouth is on mine, stopping me in mid-sentence. His hands cup my face as his lips move against mine.

This kiss is different. This kiss is sweet. Romantic.

It's the best kiss I've ever had.

He pulls back, still cupping my face, as looks down at me.

"Every girl should be kissed in the rain."

He remembered! He remembered what I said. That night playing the game.

"Let's get you inside. It's freezing out here."







My apartment is like an icebox. The weather this year has been abnormally warm and unpredictable. When I left tonight, it was in the low seventies, now, it feels like the thirties.

"You're shivering," he says, running his hands down my wet clothes. "Go change, I'll get a fire going."

I watch him walk to the fireplace. "What about you? Where's your luggage?"

He smiles as he grabs a couple of logs, tossing them into the fireplace.

"It's in your car. Spare key above the tire."

I laugh as I turn to walk to my room. "And you call me 007."

My bedroom is colder than the living room. I pull off my clothes in a hurry, noticing the goosebumps on my once smooth legs.

Ugh. I need to shave. No way he's touching these itchy things.

I take a quick shower, making sure my legs are smooth and clean.

Now the hard part. What should I put on?

I go through my lingerie, trying to pick out something sexy but not slutty.

Definitely not the granny panties.

"What to wear...what to wear."

Then it hits me. I know exactly what to wear.

When I walk out, I see Edward has changed into a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He's looking through my record collection.

"Looking for something specific?" I ask, leaning against the wall.

He turns to me and I swear I hear his breath hitch. His eyes travel down my body as he runs his fingers through his hair.

His gaze makes me nervous. He has that look again. Like he wants to gobble me up.

He smiles and turns back to my vinyls. "Just looking for a certain one."

I know what he's doing. The same thing I did with my outfit. Re-making that night.

He sets the needle on the player and the familiar crackling fills the room. Otis Redding starts to sing.

Edward walks to me, grabs my hand and pulls me to the couch.

The infamous couch.

I sit down beside him, my fingers graze his arm. He looks gorgeous. The room is glowing from the fire, making the color of his messy hair stand out.

"I think you really are trying to kill me with this outfit," he says as he tugs on the bottom of my shorts.

I twirl the end of my loose ponytail. "Oh, these old things?" I look down at my clothes then smile up at him innocently.

He lets out a groan and pulls me onto his lap. I yelp.

"Do you know how bad I wanted you that night? How bad I wanted to kiss you?" His fingers rest on my hips, centering me against him as my body straddles his.

I smile down at him as I run my fingers through his hair.

"These tiny shorts." He whispers in my ear, his warm breath against my neck. "This shirt." His thumb grazes over my hardened nipple.

I moan and arch my back, pushing myself toward him.

Edward's tongue traces across my shirt-covered nipple, his teeth scraping against it.

"Mmm." I push myself down on him, trying to keep my hips from writhing against him. I can feel him hardened under me.

He kisses my neck and grabs my ponytail, tugging it free, my hair falling down my shoulders. His lips brush against mine as he whispers against them.

"Tell me what you want, Bella."

What do I want? My breathing is erratic and my brain is frazzled.

My chacha starts to play the symbols and sets off a flare gun.

She's not very subtle.

I lean down and whisper in his ear. "I want your mouth on me." I grab his hand, placing it between my legs. "Here."

In a flash, his mouth is on mine and he's no longer gentle. This Edward is raw.

I help him take off my shirt, leaving me in my teal lace bra.

"God you're beautiful."

He kisses my collarbone as he unclasps my bra, letting it fall. He cups my breasts then alternates between them, sucking and kissing.

I can't stop myself. My body starts to rock back and forth against him.

"You've got to stop doing that, Bella. We've got a long night ahead of us."

"I can't help myself. I need more of you." I pull off his t-shirt, my hands slide over his chest and shoulders.

He pushes me back against the couch, my legs spread open for him.

"These need to go." He pulls off my shorts, tossing them on the floor.

His eyes travel down my body and for a split second I feel self conscious. I don't know why. It's been so long since I've done this.

What if I have cobwebs?

My chacha bitch slaps me back into the moment. What the hell am I even thinking about? I have Edward...above me...half naked and I'm thinking about cobwebs.

I can barely breathe as I watch him. He's on his knees, shirtless in a pair of faded button fly jeans. The only light in the room is from the crackling fire, and Otis is still singing in the background.

Edward leans down, kisses across my stomach then lightly blows on my skin. Goose bumps spread across me as his finger trails down the front of my panties.

"You're so wet."

Wet is an understatement. I'm drowning.

"I can take them off," I reply as his finger continues to tease me.

"No. I like them on." His voice strained.

Before I can reply, his mouth is on me. His tongue slides against the outside of my panties and my body aches for more.

"You like that?" He whispers as the tip of his tongue circles me through the lace.

I can't even reply. I grip the couch cushions and press myself against him.

He chuckles softly. "I'll take that as a yes."

His finger teases the outer edge of my panties, causing me to beg for more.

"Please," I pant.

I look down at him and our eyes meet briefly as he pulls my panties to the side.

He pulls my inner lips apart, causing my clit to harden instantly as the cool air hits it.

I watch as he leans down, his tongue swirls over it, teasing.

I grab into his shoulders as his tongue slides in, pushing deep within me.

His mouth is all over me. Inside me. Tasting me.


He wraps his mouth around my clit and begins to suck. I spread my legs wider and he lets out a moan as he presses his chin slightly into me.


I'm not going to last long if he keeps sucking on me like that. Damn. He's good.

I raise my hips from the couch and move against his face unable to stop the inevitable. The pulsating between my legs is almost too much as my orgasm rips through me, causing me to grab his hair, pushing him further against me.

His tongue slows as my orgasm subsides. Edward kisses my thighs and up my body, making his way to my mouth.

"Thank you." I smile, kissing him softly, tasting myself on his lips.

"I should be thanking you. Even my best dream couldn't have compared to how good you taste. I will never get enough of you."

I run my finger over his lips, wiping myself from them. "Now it's your turn. Tell me what you want."

He looks me directly in the eyes and says without hesitation. "I want to fuck you."

This. Is. Happening.

We both start unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them and his underwear down and off. Within seconds we are both naked.

"Are you sure you don't want to use a condom?" He asks as I slide further down the couch.

"We've both been tested and I'm on the pill. I'm sure."

He lines himself up with me, pressing in me a little.

We both moan as he pushes into me.

"God you're so tight."

My legs wrap around him. "You...feel so good." I moan as his cock fills me, stretching me.

My fingers pull against his hair as one of his hands slides under me, lifting me up at an angle.


I can't take this. He's looking down at me, his mouth parted as he slides in and out.

I wrap my legs around him as he fucks me.

And God does he fuck me good.

"Right there. Oh my God." I feel my walls tighten around him, his cock hitting my spot and his body rubbing against my clit.

"I don't want to come yet...this feels too good." I close my eyes, trying to stop my approaching orgasm.

"I don't want to rush this, either." Edward whispers against my lips then wraps his arms around me, lifting me up as he sits back on the couch, pulling me onto his lap again.

I run my fingers through his hair as I raise up on my knees, positioning him under me. "I want to remember every second of this night for the rest of my life."

"I'll never forget this. Ever." He says, kissing me gently as he raises up his hips and I slide down on him.

"God, I'll never get enough of you, Bella Swan."

Our bodies move in unison while our mouths explore each other's. I lose track of time. All I know is his hands are in my hair, pulling and tugging me against him and I know I'm not going to last much longer.

He latches on to one of breasts, sucking on it hard.

That's it. I'm done.

"Fuckkk." I dig my nails into his shoulders as I cum again, my body clinches around him.

He wraps his arms around me and lets out a loud moan. "Bella.." His body twitches as he fills me, our movements slow down as we try to catch our breath.

I see stars. Just like a cartoon.

I, Bella Swan, just had the best sex of my life.

We lay in each others arms for the rest of the night and for the first time in a long time, I let my imagine go. I think about my future.

Our future.

Edward Cullen has walked into my life and has completely turned my world upside down. There is no going back. I wouldn't if I could.

AN: (Dumps water on everyone) These two have been needing this! Fina-fucking-ly!

So...yeah. It's been a while. I hope everyone had a great rest of the summer and that you forgive me for taking so long. I've been busy with my family and job and yada yada yada...ya know, life!

This story is NOT over. More to come. Hopefully sooner than later.

Thank you all for everything. Seriously. Somehow I got in the top five again at the Lemonade Stand (since the last time I updated). All of you are so kind. Thank you for loving these characters and this story. Thanks to CrackedFic for giving me the best life.

As always, pictures are up on Polyvore. It's the exact same outfit as chapter 6.

(typos and grammatical errors are mine...hope there aren't too many)

xoxoxo ~ Mazzy