He got up, brushing his hands and grimacing at the damage to the room. He checked on the little girl, seeing she was being assessed by Dr. Hale. She asked Edward if he would assist her, but he couldn’t since he was in charge in the emergency room. Rose nodded, rolling the girl out of the room. Edward checked on the other patients before heading into the doctor’s lounge. He had the urge to check, to protect, the fragile and terrified Dr. Isabella Swan. Stepping inside, he saw her, curled up near the doorway and trying to calm down. He got down on the floor with her, cupping her cheek. “I think it’s over, Isabella.” She nodded, unconsciously pressing her cheek against his hand. A low rumble made the lockers vibrate. She shot up and Edward did something he never thought he’d ever do again.
He pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers.
Bella was shocked, but melted against him, reveling in the softness of his mouth. He nipped at her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth. They broke apart, staring into each other’s eyes. The earthquake stopped, but they both were still trembling. Edward crashed his mouth against hers, picking her up by the thighs. She moaned, her hands flying to his hair and locking her legs around his waist. He carried her away from the door, flipping the lock as he passed.
Pinning her against the wall near the lockers, he rolled his hips against her warmth. She felt his hardness. He was not a pencil-dick like she assumed. Dr. Asshole was packing.
Was he an asshole?
“Stop thinking,” Edward growled.
“Not thinking, I’m impressed,” she replied, rocking her hips. Edward smiled, a rare smile that lit up his whole face, but was filled with all things sexual and carnage. He kissed her again, his hands massaging her ass. Bella wanted to touch as well, but was limited to his hair since his body hand sandwiched her between the wall and his muscular body. He bit down on her lip, causing Bella to gasp. He chuckled, kissing down her jaw and sucking on her ear while his hand slid underneath the patriotic scrub top. She tore the top from her body, revealing a red lacy bra.
“Fuck,” Edward said, looking at her perfect tits. He cupped them, moving his mouth back to her neck and inhaling her sweet scent. Bella leaned back, her head thrown against the wall as her fingers tangled into his soft, messy bronze hair. His lips moved from her neck. “Do you want this?”