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I woke up, surrounded by a very
cuddly and almost naked Edward. He was holding me so tightly to his body. I
looked up at him, seeing a troubled look on his face. Even in his slumber, he
was worried and afraid. I brushed his unruly hair from his forehead and looked
at his muscular body. He was lean, but obviously in shape and took great care
of himself. I traced my fingers along his torso, feeling the ridges of his abdomen
and the muscles contracting under my touch. Edward caught my hand, kissing my
fingertips before opening his eyes. “That tickles.”
“Sorry,” I said, looking up at
him. His eyes were red and unfocused. “I just couldn’t resist. You’re so
incredibly sexy.”
He grinned crookedly, rubbing his
eyes and then groaning. “I knew I forgot something,” he sighed. “And thank you
for the compliment. Though, it’s you who is sexy, wearing nothing but my dress
shirt and a pair of lacy panties.”
“You looked at my skivvies,” I
scoffed.
“They were on display when I came
home,” he snickered, getting out of bed and stretching. I saw in between his
shoulder blades, a tattoo. It was of the Italian flag, along with the American
flag crossed over an image of Italy. I bit my lip, my panties flooding at the
sight of his tat. He seemed so uptight,
not one to get a tattoo but it made him infinitely sexier. He padded into the
bathroom and came back a few moments later, wearing a pair of chic glasses.
“Um, dolce, you’re kind of drooling.”
I wiped my mouth, scowling at him.
“Am not, jerk,” I snorted. He chuckled, sliding back into bed and pulling me
close to his body. “I’m mad at you. Making fun of me.”
“You were ogling me, Bella,” he
said, his eyes dancing but they were holding something. There was a distant
look of fear, haunting.
“You are sexy,” I said. “And I
would not have pictured you having a tattoo. It’s unexpected and yeah.”
“You like my tat?” he purred,
sliding his thigh between my legs and laying us onto the bed. I blushed, nodding
and tracing his pectoral muscles. His hands glided up my bare legs and he
cupped my ass. “Do you have any tattoos? Surprises? Ink that I can ogle?”
“One,” I blushed.
“Where?” he asked, holding me to
his body. “I want to see this ink, Isabella.”
“Find it,” I dared him. His brows
arched over his frames and he grinned wickedly. He tossed his glasses
carelessly onto the nightstand, his lips crushing mine. I whimpered as his
tongue invaded my mouth and his hands palmed my ass, massaging it and making me
even wetter. He moved me so I was astride his trim hips and he tangled his
fingers into my hair. I rocked against him, feeling his huge arousal pressing against my inner thigh.
How in the hell am I going to get that thing to fit in me? Holy crap!
Edward’s hands moved from my hair
and he tugged my shirt – his shirt –
apart, causing the buttons to fly everywhere. “Eager?” I asked, staring into
his jade-colored orbs.
“I want to find my treasure,” he said, his voice
low and sultry. “Getting to see your gorgeous body is a bonus.” 
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