Early the next morning, I slipped out of Carlisle's bed, gathered my clothes off the floor of his bedroom — minus the panties he'd ripped. Being quiet, I put them on and walked out of his bedroom, downstairs, and out of his house. The cool May morning greeted me and I shivered, both from the chill in the air and the memories of the night before. With a look back at the house, I set off on the three mile walk to my house, needing the time to clear my head and gather myself. Carlisle had kissed me. He'd touched my body, leaving me reeling with need and want, but even more than that, he'd listened to me when I talked.

My house was dark and quiet when I walked through the front door, not that I expected anything different. Renee wouldn't have noticed that I hadn't come home last night. She was usually too busy wallowing away in her own misery to be concerned about me. Slowly making my way upstairs, I stopped in front of her bedroom, pushing the partially open door the rest of the way open. Renee was curled up in the middle of her bed, a bottle of vodka and a photo of my father cradled against her chest. Based on the array of photographs splayed out on the floor and bed, she'd spent the evening drinking herself into a stupor and losing herself to the memories my father had left behind.

Grabbing the doorknob, I pulled her door to a close, knowing that it would be better if I didn't wake her up. Renee was a bitch when she was hung over, and the last thing I needed was to deal with her right now. Crossing the hall, I walked into my bedroom, kicked the door closed behind me, and stripped off my clothes. Grabbing a clean pair of panties from my laundry basket and one of my father's T-shirts that was so big, it hung off my shoulder, I climbed onto my bed, put my earbuds in my ears, and draped an arm over my eyes, trying to lose myself in my music, and not revel in the feeling of Carlisle's hands touching me.

I must have drifted to sleep because I was shaken awake when I felt my bed dip down. Snapping my eyes open, I was unsurprised to see Alice lying on the bed next to me. She had a tendency to sneak into my bedroom, usually when her parents were riding her about being a lesbian and how it went against everything God told them. While they hadn't kicked her out of their lives entirely, they'd spent every moment they could trying to save her from her sins. If only they could see the way she looks at Esme they would understand. Esme was the love of Alice's life.

"What time is it?" I groaned, plucking my ear buds out, and tossing my iPod onto the bed.

"Almost noon," she giggled, rolling onto her side and looking at me. "You look like shit."

"Gee, thanks," I grumbled, kicking my legs to the side and sitting up. I moved to stand, but Alice grabbed my arm, pulling me back down.

"Isabella Swan, what is that on your shoulder?" she demanded.

Yanking my arms out of her grip, I stumbled across my bedroom, threw open my bedroom door and looked down at my exposed shoulder. "Fuck," I muttered, bringing my other hand up, I rubbed my fingers across the dark, reddish-purple hickey Carlisle had given me last night. A warm blush brightened my skin as I thought of how he'd made love to me.

"Bella," Alice called and I turned to look at her. "Care to explain?"

I opened my mouth several times, but couldn't seem to get a solid thought to form. Instead, I shook my head and climbed back onto my bed, curling myself up around my pillow.

"Talk to me," she whispered, lying back down so that she was facing me.

"I, um, I don't even know where to start," I murmured. "When I got off the phone with you last night, I went into the kitchen, expecting one of the boys to be in there, but they weren't."

"Who was?" she asked.

"Carlisle," I breathed, smiling. "He got off early, and I didn't hear him come in. Anyway, he paid me for babysitting so I left. But my truck wouldn't start, and rather than have Carlisle get the boys out of bed, he — he asked me to stay at his house."

Alice's eyes widened, but for once she didn't say anything.

"He gave me a beer, and I teased him about what my father would think, he said his father would lock him away for being a bad man." I sighed. "I asked him just how bad he was, and he told me I didn't want to know. Alice, he was looking at me with those deep, blue eyes and my insides felt like goo."

"Bella, did something happen between you and Carlisle Cullen?" she asked.

I bit my lip as I nodded.

"Oh, my God, Bella!" she squealed, bouncing up onto her knees and bringing her hands up to her mouth. "Tell me every juicy detail."

"You know I don't kiss and tell." I laughed, feeling my cheeks warm. "It was . . . incredible. Better than I ever dreamed."

"Oh, look at your blush," she snickered, moving so that she was sitting with her legs folded in front of her. Alice was tiny compared to most people our age. She was barely five foot one, but her oversized personality made it easy to forget about her short stature. "So what happens now?"

Before I could respond, my cell phone chimed that I had a new text message. Sighing, I scrambled off my bed and dug my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans, smiling when I saw Carlisle's name flash across the screen. Sliding my finger across the bottom, I opened the text.

"What's he saying?" Alice asked eagerly. I cocked an eyebrow at her. "What? I've been watching you drool over Dr. McSexy for two fucking years, Bella. I demand to know what he's saying."

"Oh, you demand, huh?" I laughed when she nodded and folded her arms across her chest, pushing her boobs up. If I were into chicks, Alice is definitely the type of girl I'd go after. She had long, silky black hair and a deep, black eyes, but it was more than just physical. She didn't let a lot of people in, much like me, but when she allowed a person to see the real her, she refused to ever let you go. She was a true friend. "He asked why I left without saying goodbye."

"Bella!" she exclaimed. "Why would you do that?"

"Because he was asleep," I replied, texting him the same response. "But also, because I wasn't sure what to say to him, Alice."

I didn't text that last part to Carlisle. To be honest, I was terrified that he would wake up, realize that he'd just fucked his eighteen year old babysitter, and kick me out of his life. Just the thought of that happening had me tearing up.

"Oh, Bella." Alice sighed, moving over and wrapping her arms around me. "You're such an idiot."

"Yeah, I know." My phone chimed again, indicating that I had another message from Carlisle. "He wants to take me out tonight."

"Are you going to go?" Alice asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I want to."

"But?" she prompted.

"But I don't know." Shaking my head, I fell back on my bed. "He's twenty-eight, he has two little boys. Is it even possible for us to have a relationship? Does he even want one, or is he just looking for sex?"

"Sounds like questions you need to ask him." Alice climbed off my bed and walked over to my open window, straddling the frame as she turned to me. "You should go. Wear something sexy. No jeans. A skirt, maybe even a dress."

"You think so?" I asked, nibbling on my bottom lip.

Alice smiled. "Yep. Esme loves it when I wear skirts. Says she likes the access they provide."

I laughed. "Did she call last night?"

This time Alice's cheeks flushed bright red. "She did."

"Was it good?" I asked.

"Almost as good as having her between my thighs," she murmured. "Soon, though. Only a few weeks until graduation, and then nothing can keep us apart."

"I hope not, pixie," I said just before the sound of my mother's bedroom door opening reverberated into my room.

Alice gave me a look before she climbed out of my window, using the ladder my father had attached to the house three years ago after finding out that Alice had been sneaking into my bedroom. Though he didn't like the idea of her sneaking in, he knew her parents well enough to know that Alice needed a break from them, and for some odd reason, she preferred to scale the side of my house rather than come through the front door.

"Son of a bitch," Renee cried out, slamming the hall closet shut. "Bella, baby, are you in there? I need you to do laundry. We're out of towels. Bella?"

Closing my eyes, I grabbed my iPod and placed my earbuds back in my ears, drowning out the sound of my mother's pleas coming through my door. I couldn't deal with her drunkenness right now. Texting Carlisle back, I confirmed our plans for the night.


Ten minutes before eight, I walked out of my bedroom and downstairs to the living room, smoothing out the crimson spandex dress Rose and Alice had convinced me I'd need one day. Renee had actually gone in for her shift at the diner, but only because today was payday and if she didn't go in, she couldn't get her check. Then she wouldn't have money for more booze. Eventually, I washed the laundry, making sure her uniform was clean and she had towels to shower, not that she did actually shower. But mostly, I tried to avoid her and not dwell on the feeling of Carlisle's hands on my skin last night. It didn't work, and more than once, I found myself lying on my bed, touching myself, and dreaming that it was Carlisle's fingers inside of me.

The sound of the doorbell ringing startled me, and I rushed over, expecting to find Carlisle there, but instead I found Rosalie Hale and Emmett McCarty.

"Where's your truck?" Rose asked, pushing her way into my house. Tall, leggy, and curvy, Rose looked like one of those women featured in magazines. She had long, silky blond hair and bright blue eyes.

"At Dr. Cullen's house. It wouldn't start last night," I told her when she cocked an eyebrow at me. "What are you doing here?"

"We were bored out of our minds. Alice is being forced to have family game night, so we thought we'd see what you were up to," Emmett said, plopping his ass down on my couch. While Rose was the picture of the American model, Emmett was the picture of the American man. Broad shoulders, big muscles, curly brown hair, and large puppy-dog eyes, he appeared to be ferocious, but in reality, he was gentle and kind. At least until you pissed him off. Then, he'd kick your ass so hard, your grandchildren would feel it.

He'd been in love with Rosalie Hale since he was old enough to get a boner, but Rose, as she preferred to be called, either didn't notice or was too afraid to take the chance with her best friend. Instead, she'd spent the last two years dating an asshole named Royce, who cheated on her repeatedly. However, it wasn't until Rose caught him fucking her cousin, Irina, that Rose finally dumped his loser ass. He made a lot of threats against Rose, which was stupid. Emmett made sure Royce never had a chance to follow through on any of them by beating his ass. But Rose still refused to admit that she had a thing for Emmett. Until last night, at least. From the way Alice told it, they were all over each other at Mike Newton's party.

"So I'm your consolation prize?" I scoffed, folding my arms in front of me. "Gee, thanks, but I can't hang out tonight."

"Why? Got a hot date?" he teased, but his eyes widened as he looked behind me.

I spun around, finding Carlisle standing in the doorway of my house. Unlike the blue or green scrubs he normally wore when I saw him, he was wearing a pair of tight black dress pants, a white button up shirt with the top three buttons left undone, and a black sports jacket over it. His shaggy blond hair looked like he'd just ran his fingers through it and he had a bit of stubble on his cheeks and chin. He looked sexy and I felt my pussy begin to throb with need.

"She does, actually." Carlisle smirked, lifting an eyebrow at me as he raked his eyes down my body. "Though, I'd say I'm the one with the hot date."

My skin felt like it would explode from the heat that rushed to my cheeks. Clearing my throat, I turned to Rose and Emmett, both of whom seemed to be frozen in shock. "We have go so . . ." Trailing off, I grabbed my purse from next to the doors, patting it to make sure my phone and keys were inside. I looked back at Rose and Emmett. "Guys," I said, snapping my fingers at them. They shook their heads and looked from Carlisle to me. "You have to leave now."

"Oh, right, okay," Emmett mumbled, grabbing Rose's hand and dragging her through the door. "Dr. Cullen."

"Emmett," Carlisle replied, nodding his head toward my friend.

Rose, however, stopped in front of me, a devilish smile creeping over her lips. "Details. Tomorrow."

"Rose," I hissed, shifting my eyes to Carlisle, who was trying very hard not to laugh. "Leave."

Rose began to laugh, which set Emmett off. Giving her hand a tug, Emmett led her over to his jeep, sweeping her off her feet, and placing her in the passenger seat.

"I honestly don't know why I am friends with either of them," I groused, pulling the door closed behind me.

"They aren't so bad," Carlisle scoffed, placing his hand on the small of my back and leading me over to his car, a black Mercedes. Opening the door for me, he smiled. "You look beautiful, Isabella."

"Thanks," I murmured. "You look sexy as hell. Seriously, I thought scrubs looked good on you. They have nothing on this outfit."

"You like my scrubs?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

I nodded. "When I stay overnight with the boys, I sleep in one of your tops because they smell like you. And it makes me feel, I don't know, safer or something."

Carlisle inhaled a deep breath. "Now that's something I'd like to see."

I giggled. "Maybe. If you're lucky."

Before he could reply, I slid into the car and grabbed the door, pulling it shut. I watched Carlisle adjust himself as he walked around the driver's side. He slid in behind the wheel, starting the car, and reversing out of my driveway. My heart was racing as he drove down my street, turned to the left, and headed downtown, to where all the restaurants were.

"Is Michael feeling better?" I asked.

Carlisle smiled. "Yeah. He spent five minutes detailing every reason why the meds aren't needed anymore."

I laughed. "He's too smart for his own good."

"He is," he murmured, parking in front of the best little steak house in Forks. "Why'd you leave this morning without waking me up?"

"I — I told you. You were asleep."

Carlisle sighed and grabbed my hand, holding it against his thigh. "But why did you leave? I would have made breakfast."

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to organize my thoughts. "I don't know. I just . . ." I trailed off, shaking my head. Turning to look at him, I said, "I was afraid."

"Of me?" he asked. I heard the hurt in his words

"That you'd regret being with me," I whispered.

"What?" he laughed.

"Look, maybe it's best if we get this out now, but we have to face the fact that I'm younger than you. People aren't going to understand that we're together, or whatever we are."

"Whatever we are?" he echoed. "I thought we were together, dating or whatever. Do you not want that?"

"I do," I said, quickly. "But, like I said, people aren't going to understand."

"Who cares what people think," he exclaimed. "Isabella, I care about you. I've been fighting my feelings for you since you started watching the boys. Two years of telling myself that I shouldn't want to touch you, looking for any reason to have you come over. Fuck, I took extra shifts at the hospital just so that I could see you for five minutes."

"Really?" I asked, unable to keep the smile off my face. Carlisle nodded, while looking embarrassed. "Why'd it take you so long to make a move?"

Carlisle snorted. "Because I'm an old man, Isabella. I'm not supposed to want to fuck the babysitter."

"Is that all you want me for?" Though I tried, I was unable to keep the tremor out of my voice.

"Oh, fuck, no!" he exclaimed, turning in his seat and looking at me. It wasn't until he brought my fingers up to his lips that I realized he was still holding my hand. "Is that what you think? That I just want to stick my dick in you?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

Carlisle sighed, shaking his head. "Isabella, I won't deny that I've dreamed of fucking you. The fantasies I've had about you are going to send me to hell, but I want more than just your body. I want to get to know you, find out who you really are. Maybe that sounds silly, but I feel this . . . connection to you. If you don't feel the same, I'll understand. I'll take you home and we can chalk last night up to us just getting carried away."

"No," I blurted out, a little quicker and sharper than I intended. "I don't want to go home, and I want to know you, too."

"But," he prompted.

I frowned. "I don't know. I guess, I'm just being silly."

"Hey, look at me," he said, and I shifted my attention to him. "You're not being silly. You're important to me, and I know that my children love you, which means the world to me. Let's just see where this goes, okay? No pressure. And we don't have to do anything physical again, until you're ready."

"And if I said I was ready now?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Then, I'd probably take you through the drive-thru at McDonalds, before taking you back to my house and fucking you until you're screaming my name," he said, bluntly.

"Hmm, never been a fan of Mickey D's," I mused, biting on my bottom lip.

Carlisle smirked. "Good to know, baby. Now, can we go in and eat? I'm starving."

"Yeah, okay," I murmured, trying to sound braver than I was.

I wanted nothing more than to be with Carlisle, but I also knew the moment we walked into the steakhouse, everyone would be staring at us. And I wasn't disappointed. As the door shut behind us, everyone turned and looked at us. Sitting in the back corner was John and Erin Mallory, the parents of one of my classmates. At the table two from theirs was Dr. Gerandy, one of the emergency room doctors that I knew Carlisle worked with, and his wife. Beside me, Carlisle tensed and I knew he was worried, too.

But, after taking a deep breath, Carlisle wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me over to where the young hostess was waiting for us.

"Two, please," he said, calmly.

Nodding, but choosing not to say anything, the girl, who was a year behind me in school, led Carlisle and I over to a table in the middle of the restaurant, laying our menus down and walking away without a word. Carlisle pulled my chair out for me, and I sighed as I sat down.

Taking the chair next to mine, Carlisle grabbed my hand, bringing it up to his lips. "Breathe, Isabella."

Laughing softly, I released the breath I'd been holding. "Sorry. Holly's quite the gossip. The news of our date is going to be all over town before dinner is even over."

"I don't care. Do you?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Good." Releasing my hand, Carlisle leaned back in his chair and picked up his menu. "Hmm, I'm in the mood for a steak. Something juicy." He peered over the menu at me. "How about you? Do you want a nice, thick slab of meat?"

I swallowed thickly and nodded. "The thicker, the better."

Carlisle's smile grew as he turned back to his menu, but before he could get a good look at it, Dr. Gerandy and his wife walked up to our table.

"Dr. Cullen, it's nice to see you out of the hospital," Dr. Gerandy said, looking for Carlisle to me.

"Well, Dr. Masen is covering my shift, since I covered his last night," Carlisle explained. "Figured I needed a night out, and Isabella was only too kind to join me."

"How . . . nice," Mrs. Gerandy said, looping her arm in with her husbands. She looked over at me. "How's your mother? I haven't seen her at church in months."

I barely managed to stifle the urge to roll my eyes. Of course, Renee hadn't been to church in months. My father's untimely death ruined my mother's faith in God. What'd they think? That she would just move on with her life? My father had been the love of her life. "She's fine," I lied. "She works a lot, though."

"Well, I'll just have to drop by for a visit sometime," Mrs. Gerandy said, giving me a fake smile. "Enjoy your evening."

"Thanks," I whispered.

With a tug on her husband's arm, Mrs. Gerandy led her husband out of the restaurant.

Sighing, I turned back to Carlisle. "That was fun."

"I never really liked that bitch," he murmured.

"Me, either," I agreed.

Before we could say anything else, our waitress came up to our table, asking us what we wanted to drink. We both ordered Cokes, and ordered our entrees before she could leave. She brought our drinks over a few minutes later, assuring us that our dinner would be ready soon. Taking a deep breath, I brought my straw up to my lips, taking a small sip. Carlisle's eyes darkened as he watched me sucking on my straw.

"You're a tease," he grumbled under his breath.

"No, I'm not," I disagreed, smiling. "I intend on following through on everything."

Carlisle inhaled sharply and looked away.

"Who is staying with the boys tonight?" I asked.

Smiling, he turned back to me. "Jasper Whitlock."

I laughed. "How did you talk Mr. Whitlock into staying with the boys?"

"Easy," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I blackmailed him and Dr. Masen."

"What?" I asked. "How?"

"I told them that if they didn't help me out, then I would make sure that the next time they have a 'family emergency,' I wouldn't cover for them."

"That's not really blackmail, though. More like a threat," I pointed out.

"I suppose," he laughed. "The boys like Jasper. He's good with them, so I thought he would be a good choice. Since Dr. Masen was covering my shift tonight, I figured he wouldn't have anything else to do."

"I can't imagine Mr. Whitlock with the boys."


I shrugged my shoulders. "He can't stand it when we talk in class. Gets this look on his face and pinches the bridge between his nose. It's kind of funny."

Carlisle laughed, bracing his chin on the palm of his hand as he leaned toward me. "He should be having a blast with Michael and Tyler then. I made sure they were hyped up on sugar before I left. Was that wrong?"

"Yes!" I giggled, reaching over and wrapping my hand around his wrist. "Do you do that when I babysit?"

"Of course not." But I could tell that he was lying.

Our waitress arrived at our table right then and placed our dinner in front of us. Once we'd assured her that we didn't need anything else, she left. While we ate our steaks and baked potatoes, we made small talk, mostly about the way the boys try to take advantage of me. During our meal, I noticed several people watching us, gawking at us.

Just as we were standing up to leave, John and Erin Mallory walked past us, glaring at him and giving me a look that clearly said I was a whore. I thought it was ironic, considering their daughter Lauren sucked more cock than a porn star

Carlisle dropped enough cash on the table to pay for our meals and a hefty tip before placing his hand on the small of my back and leading me out of the restaurant. The cool night air was refreshing compared to the warmth of the steakhouse. Once we were inside the car, Carlisle turned toward me.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." And I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I did.

"Will you go somewhere with me? I'm not ready for tonight to end."

I nodded.

Smiling, Carlisle started the car and began to drive out of Forks. Carlisle turned on a small, deserted road. After a few more miles, he pulled up in front of a small, wooden cabin that I never knew existed. He climbed out of the car and rushed around to my side, opened the door, and helped me out.

"I found this place right after Michael was born. My ex had been on my case about how hard it was taking care of him and I stormed out of the house, frustrated and pissed. I climbed into my car and just started driving. The next thing I knew, I was parked in front of this place. It looked abandoned, so I let myself in."

Carlisle pushed open the door and gently nudged me inside. I barely managed to stifle my gasp. I expected a rustic cabin, a hunter's paradise, but instead, I found myself in the middle of a painter's studio. There were dozens of paintings leaning against the wall, some abstract, some landscapes, and several of Michael and Tyler. An easel sat in the middle of the room and a new painting sat: a portrait of me.

"When?" I asked, unable to keep the emotions out of my voice. Nobody had ever drawn me before, and the way he drew me had my breath catching. I was lying naked in his bed. My hair was splayed out around me, a white sheet was draped over my hips, but the way the material clung to me, there was no denying that I was nude.

"This morning," he whispered, wrapping his arms around me and bringing his lips down against my shoulder. "I expected to wake up with you in my arms, but you weren't there. I got the boys up, made them breakfast, tried to pretend that I hadn't just had the best night of my life, but I could feel you touching me. I could feel myself still inside of you, and I needed an outlet. So, I left the boys with Mrs. Johnson from next door and I came out here. The minute my hand touched my brush, I felt this tingle inside of me, Isabella."

"Carlisle," I breathed, reaching behind me and grabbing his hips, pressing myself against him.

"Oh God, say it again," he moaned, sucking on my earlobe.


"My name," he groaned. "Say it again. Please!"

"Carlisle," I panted. "Carlisle, Carlisle, Carlisle."

"Fuck, I need you, Isabella. Can I have you?"

"Yes," I nearly shouted.

Carlisle spun me around, crushing his lips against mine. Moaning, my lips parted and I allowed him to explore my mouth with his tongue. Carlisle pawed at my skin, pulling the straps of my dress down my shoulders and revealing my breasts. Ending our kiss, he leaned down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck, Carlisle!" I cried out, wanting nothing more than to bury my hands in his hair, but my arms were pinned to my side by my dress. "Take it off!"

"Take what off?" he asked, lifting his eyes up to mine.

"My dress, fucking take it off!" I begged.

Smirking, Carlisle dropped to his knees in front of me and slid his hands up my arms until he was gripping the straps of my dress. Slowly, too slowly, he peeled my dress off, leaving me standing in front of him with only a pair of black lace panties and my black heels on. Inhaling sharply, he dragged his eyes up and down my body.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he moaned, sliding his hands up my legs and gripping my panties.

"Don't rip these," I told him, smiling.

"But it's fun when I rip them off of you," he snickered. "You get this sexy look on your face."

"I don't care. These are my favorite panties."

"Fine." He sighed. "I won't rip them. This time, at least."

Sliding them down my legs, I stepped out of them, laughing when he shoved them into his back pocket, making it clear he intended on keeping them. Carlisle licked his lips as he brought his hands up to my thighs again, gently pushing my legs apart. My breath caught in my chest when he leaned forward, snaking his tongue out and swiping it across my pussy.

"Oh, my God," I cried out, grabbing his hair and pulling.

"Baby, do you like that?" he teased, licking me again.

"Yes," I growled, needing — no wanting — more.

"Come here," he ordered, standing up and grabbing my hand. He led me over where a large canvas tarp lay on the floor. It was spattered with paint, but I didn't care about that when Carlisle swept me off my feet and laid me down in the middle. In an instant, he had stripped off his clothes and was hovering over me.

Kissing me quickly, Carlisle slowly started making his way down my body until he had his lips just millimeters away from my pussy once again. I could feel the warmth of his breath, the tickle of his stubble, and I wanted more. Leaning up on my elbows, I watched as he lowered his mouth to me, tasting me once again.

"Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed.

"You tasted so fucking good, Isabella," he growled before sliding his tongue inside of me, stroking my inner walls.

"C-Car-Carlisle," I stammered, knowing that I wasn't going to be able to hold out for long. He'd had me on edge since the moment I saw him standing in the doorway of my house.

"I've wanted to bury myself in your pussy since the first day I met you," he told me, looking up at me just before his tongue hit my clit.

"Carlisle!" I screamed, arching forward. "I need you inside of me! Now!"

Chuckling to himself, Carlisle leaned up on his knees and grabbed his pants, fishing a condom out of his wallet. I wasn't sure if I should be offended that he had come prepared, or thankful. Either way, I didn't care. I watched as he ripped the foil package open with his teeth and slowly rolled the condom down his throbbing, hard shaft.

"I want you on top," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me so that I was straddling his legs.

Releasing a shaky breath, I gripped him in my hand and moved so that I was hovering over him. And keeping my eyes locked on his, I slowly sank down onto him, taking him inside of me.

"Fuck," he swore, grabbing my hips. "You feel so good like this, Isabella. So fucking good."

I placed my hands over his as I started to move, shifting my hips back and forth, up and then down. Carlisle was panting under me, and the sight of him like that had me tightening around him. Sitting up, Carlisle wrapped his arms around me, causing me to slide further onto him. His hips rose to meet mine. The studio was filled with the sounds of our labored breathing, the sounds of our bodies meeting, and the whispered curse words tumbling out of Carlisle's mouth.

Sliding my hands into his hair, I tugged his head back and crushed my lips against his as my climax washed over me, causing me to clench around his delicious cock. Carlisle managed another dozen thrusts before he stilled himself, filling the latex condom.

For several minutes, we stayed wrapped up in each other's arms, just enjoying the feeling of being connected. It was in that moment that it became easier to forget that I was eighteen and he was twenty-eight. That he had two little boys that were his life, two little boys that I had come to care about more than I wanted to admit. For just those few moments, we were just a man and woman, lost in each other.

But like all good things, we had to burst the bubble around us and face reality. We pulled away from each other, and I immediately missed the feeling of him buried inside of me. While Carlisle got rid of the condom, I began to put my clothes back on, thinking about how much had changed for me in the last twenty-four hours. I'd been a virgin, with no plans to change that status, but now, I'd slept with the man who'd enthralled me for two years, the man who drew me into his family, and made me care about him and his sons.

"Thank you," Carlisle whispered, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight. I'd just slipped my dress back on and Carlisle had his pants and shirt on, but hadn't buttoned his shirt back up yet.

"For what?" I asked, biting my bottom lip.

"For giving me a chance," he murmured. "I care about you, Isabella. So much more than I probably should."

"You do?"

He nodded.

"I care about you, too," I admitted. "And Michael and Tyler."

"You mean that?" he asked. "You care about my sons, too?"

"Of course I do," I laughed. "You're not the only reason I accepted the babysitting job, Dr. Cullen."

"I don't know what I like more," he grumbled. "You calling me Carlisle or Dr. Cullen."

I bit my lip. "I kind of like Carlisle."

"Just kind of?"

I laughed. "No, more than kind of."

"I kind of like it when you call me Carlisle, too," he murmured, leaning down so that his lips were just outside of my ear. "Especially when I'm fuckin you. Such a turn on."

My skin heated as my blush spread through my cheeks. "Good to know."

Growling, Carlisle gave me a searing kiss before pulling away from me and finished getting dressed. Placing his hand on the small of my back, he led me back out to his car and drove me home. My heart was racing as he walked me to my front door. As I turned and looked at him, I found myself feeling nervous for the first time all night.

"You know, you can come home with me," Carlisle offered, squeezing my hand.

I smiled softly. "Renee gets home in a few hours. I should be here or she's liable to freak out."

He nodded, bringing my hand to his lips. "Can I call you later?"

"I would be offended if you didn't," I teased. "I did give myself to you, Carlisle."

"Was that just for tonight?" He looked over at me, desire and yearning in his eyes.

I shook my head. "Not just tonight. Or last night, I guess, technically. I'm yours until you're tired of me."

"I'll never be tired of you." Leaning down, Carlisle kissed me. "Ever."

Knowing that if I didn't walk into my house immediately I would end up over at his house, I pushed open the front door of my house and stepped inside, giving him a smile before I shut the door. I leaned against the door for a moment, trying to regain some sort of control over myself. Pushing away from the door, I ran upstairs to my room and striped off my clothes, putting on the same T-shirt I'd worn that morning when I got home and a new pair of panties. As I climbed in between my blankets, tears filled my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in Carlisle's arms, feel him holding me against his body.

First, I want to say thank you to everyone who reviewed the first chapter of this so long ago. While I wasn't 100% sure if I should continue this, the idea wouldn't leave me alone. After struggling to write everything else I have going, I decided to listen to my heart and wrote this chapter. It turned out longer and more detailed than I planned, so enjoy!

I can't promise that updates will come quickly, as I have a lot of projects going on, but I will be writing more to this one, too. So for now, I will just say thank you for reading and I will see you next time.