“I swear, Bella, you have a problem,”
Edward said shaking his head.
“Ah, come on baby, kilts are sexy,”
she replied with a giggle.
He looked up at her and frowned
slightly before she stood and leaned over the table. He leaned up to meet her
as she pecked his lips. “Of course nothing is sexier than you on your Harley.”
He smirked, that cocky smirk he
always had. “Should I fuck you on my Harley, Bella?” he asked as her eyes
fluttered closed.
“Yes,” Bella stuttered out, her
throat suddenly dry.
His lips touched hers. “Maybe we need
to take her out,” his husky voice said, before he swept his tongue in her
mouth, taking her breath away. He then leaned back, smiling mischievously. “Sit
down, woman, let me eat.” He then laughed as she frowned.
“Tease,” Bella pouted.
They finished their meal, with light
conversation about work. Mostly Edward’s as Bella was fascinated hearing him
talk about what he did. He was always so animated. He took a lot of pride in
the shop. He and Jasper had redesigned it inside and out and now, after
building up a huge following, were very busy. They needed to hire someone to
help them out but both were hesitant about bringing someone else into their
business.
Bella rose once she had finished
eating and picked up their plates. She casually walked into the kitchen where
she rinsed off the plates. Edward cleared off the rest of the table but as he
watched her rinsing the dishes he felt an overwhelming need to have her. The
need arose suddenly; a sense of unease crept over him, suffocating him,
whispering heated words of doubt in his mind.
“Bella, I think I’m still hungry,” he
whispered as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“There’s still some more...” her
voice dropped off as Edward brought his hand under her skirt, slipping his long
fingers inside the band of her lace panties.
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Tune in Saturday to find out what else happens in Chapter 1
