“I still can’t believe you’re here,” Bella said, her fingers twined with Edward’s. “You kept it a secret. Hell! Alice kept it a secret. She can never keep a secret. It’s against her genetic code.”
“Under certain death, I threatened her,” Edward laughed as they rode up to the nineteenth floor. “I wasn’t sure if it was doable, but when I got the go-ahead, I booked a flight. I wanted to be here, supporting you, in your first public convention as an author, sweetness.”
“Thank you,” Bella whispered, standing on her tiptoes and kissing his soft lips. He banded his arms around her waist, crushing her to his body. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth and cupping her ass, while his other hand tangled into her hair. The door opened and a couple of women walked into the elevator. They tittered, forcing Edward and Bella apart. Edward moved Bella so she was in front of him and she felt his arousal pressed between her ass cheeks. The women looked at Edward, smiling at him, but his focus was on the beautiful woman in his arms.
Getting off on the nineteenth floor, Edward tugged on Bella’s hand, guiding her toward their suite. Using the keycard, he opened the door. “Whoa,” Bella breathed. “This is so much nicer than the suite that Alice and I stayed in.”
“Nothing but the best for my best girl,” Edward said, pressing her against the door. He licked his lips, staring into her chocolate-colored eyes. She stared at him, her breath heavy and her lip firmly stuck between her teeth. Edward reached up, pulling her lip from her teeth and roughly rubbing it with the pad of his finger. She whimpered. “I want to see your body, Bella. Take off your clothes.”
“Is that a command, sir?” she quipped, her eyes twinkling.
“Yes, Isabella,” Edward replied, his eyes darkening and an evil grin spreading of his face. “Dance for me, baby.”
“That may be a turn off,” she retorted. Edward growled, his leg sliding between hers. “Sir.”
“Dance, Isabella,” he commanded, walking over to the couch and turning on the Bluetooth stereo, connected to his iPhone. The sensual beats of some unnamed song filled the room. He sat down, crossing his feet at the ankles, staring hungrily at Bella. “I’m waiting, Isabella. Dance.”
Bella closed her eyes, listening to the music. Don’t think. Just move. She rolled her hips, releasing her chestnut curls from the clip. She sauntered toward Edward, running her fingers through her hair before sliding the cardigan off her shoulders. Opening her eyes, she turned around, rocking her body from side to side and looking at Edward coyly. His eyes were trained on her with a seductive, needy look on his face. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Bella reached up and slowly unzipped her dress. Sliding her arms through the sleeves, she pushed it down her body and revealed a matching bra and panty set that was burgundy and pale pink lace.
“Lean forward, Isabella. I want to see your ass,” Edward purred. She bit her lip, arching her back and rocking her body and swaying her ass, displaying her miniscule thong. “That is a thing of beauty, Isabella.”
“You’re one to talk, sir,” Bella giggled, standing back up and reaching behind her back. She released her bra, turning back to face him and cupping her breasts within the cups of the bra. She massaged her chest through the bra, letting it fall to the floor.