Edward watched Bella as she slept. She was on her stomach, her face buried in a pillow. He could see the swell of her breast and the two dimples just above her ass. She was absolutely exquisite, her body pressed to his. Last night had been everything he had ever dreamed of. They made love numerous times, becoming more and more connected with each moment. He didn’t know how he was going to survive without her.
“Edward,” she breathed, turning and snuggling against his side. Her bare breasts were pressed to his chest and her leg slid between his. He ran his hand along her ribs, moaning at how soft her pale skin was. “Hmmmm …” She rolled her hips, pressing her body against his thigh.
He grinned, running his finger along her smooth flesh. In her sleep, she moaned, writhing against his gentle touch. “Do you want me, love?” he asked, his hand splaying on her flat belly.
Bella opened her eyes. The brown was almost gone, replaced with black eyes of desire. “Always,” she breathed, guiding his hand between her legs.