So what's left? Well, there is that pesky, homicidal vampire on the loose with the grudge against Bella. We'll get to Jane eventually, but for now, let's get to this week's teaser:
In less than a second Edward was behind her, pinning her back against his chest, his mouth by her ear. “And what if I want all of it, Isabella?” He held her body flush against his, letting her feel just how much he wanted her, now and for always.
“It’s yours,” she breathed out huskily, then twined in his arms to face him. Her eyes sought his out and he could see the sincerity in their burgundy depths. “Everything I have is yours, Edward.”
He leaned in and took her lips hungrily, marveling that no amount of time together was able to decrease his need for her. The opposite seemed true: the more he had her, the more he kissed her, touched her, made her cry out for him; the more he seemed to need. It was endless and he felt the enormity of it keenly. But it was a pleasurable thing; to feel so intensely again. He wouldn’t deny it for the world.
His hands roamed down her back, slipping under the waistband of her jeans to cup her body and even though his eyes were closed he could feel the electricity between them arching out all around them in reds and oranges and bright white lights. Then suddenly Bella’s lips were gone. Edward’s eyes blinked open in confusion only to find Bella had flitted over to the chair next to his desk and was pulling on her boots.
"If we start that again,” she smirked, “we’ll never get downstairs and I for one don’t relish the idea of putting on a peep show for the Volturi guard.” She walked over to his closet and tossed a pair of khakis to him. Edward caught them with a laugh.
“No. That’s certainly not something I want either.”
I for one wouldn't say no to a naked Edward peep show, but that's just me. *wink*
The playlist song for this chapter is Livin' For You by Al Green
