3,200Thank you so much for being here. Everyone has been beyond kind about this story, from the recs to the reviews. I appreciate them so much. I'm tickled y'all are loving them and feeling their chemistry. Lots of speculation about if they do or if they don't. So, I'll let you get to it. A big thank you to my prereaders and my beta for this chapter.
**Fiddling was had, all mistakes are mine.
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Chapter 3
"Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don't mind me
Say, boy, let's not talk too much
Grab on my waist and pull that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead"
"Shape of You" by Ed Sheeran
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"Oh, it's beautiful." Bella moved toward the window as she looked out at the lights on the field.
Edward stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he responded with a simple hum and looked over her head.
He gathered her hair to the side, sweeping it off her neck, dropping light kisses there. Edward moved up and down the curve of her neck, sucking and nipping her tender flesh.
He kissed back up to the bottom of her earlobe, where he took his own nibble and seductively whispered, "You're the only beautiful sight I see tonight."
Bella moaned at Edward's words, and when his tongue peeked out to trace the outer shell of her ear, the sensation drew her closer. She pressed back against him, feeling what the moment was also doing to him. He continued to kiss around the nape of her neck while he played with the toggle of her zipper.
Edward moved the zipper down the back of her dress, murmuring into her skin, "Is this okay, sugar?" His fingertips danced along her spine as each inch of her back became exposed. "I've been imagining this dress on the floor all evening."
Her nodding reply was all the permission he needed as she felt the zipper and his finger go lower and lower down her back. The top of her dress glided off her shoulders, puddling around her waist. She pressed her palms against the window, supporting herself against the cool glass, while Edward continued his journey.
Once her dress hit the floor, Edward groaned as he took in the sight before him. The unexpected innocence of her matching bra and panties made him even harder. She was such a conundrum, and he loved discovering everything about her. She was bold and aggressive in her own way, yet also sweet and unassuming.
"Turn around, baby. Let me see you in all your glory," Edward muttered, as he put his hands on her hips and turned her to face him. He stared at her body, appreciating every curve.
Bella was undeniably drawn to him, and she couldn't keep her hands to herself. The moment she turned around, she locked her lips with Edward's. She smoothly dropped her hand to the front of his pants, and when she heard his quick intake of breath, it was enough encouragement for her to continue.
"You're wearing way too many clothes," Bella said as she undid his belt buckle. Kneeling to the floor, she pulled down his zipper, and dragged his pants and briefs to his ankles. Before he could step out of them, Bella took his cock in her hand, eager to wrap her lips around him.
Edward groaned as soon as she took him in her mouth.
"Oh, fucking hell," he said as the sensations built with every stroke of her tongue. He hated to do it—she was bringing him so much pleasure—but Edward had to end this before the night was over sooner than either of them wanted.
"God, Bella, you have to stop. You feel too good."
He pulled her up to her feet and met her lips. They united with a searing kiss, which only stoked the fire that had been smoldering all night. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the floor as he kicked off his shoes. Edward reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Searching inside, he grabbed a condom, and laid it on the small round table by the window before stepping out of his pants.
As he moved to wrap his arms around her, Bella trailed her hands across his strong chest. Edward began to squeeze and stroke her backside.
"Damn, your ass is a work of art."
He'd told her earlier that he was an ass man, and in that moment, she was grateful for all the attention. Her hard work on and off the field was paying off, and the feel of his hands as he continued to massage her derrière was pure heaven.
Bella ran her hands up his arms and around his neck, pulling him closer to her, as their kisses became frantic. She gasped as Edward pressed her against the cold window; the coolness provided a balm to her overheated flesh. The grinding from the elevator resumed with each swirl of their hips, which only heightened their need for each other even more.
"I believe you now have far too many clothes on, Bella," he teased, his voice husky.
He spun her around, to face the window, looking out onto the field. Edward put his hands on the center of her back, caressing her soft skin. He unhooked her bra and moved the straps down her arms then dropped it to the floor. He brought her back to his chest and cupped her breasts in his hands as he laid featherlike kisses on her shoulder.
He groaned as he continued to explore her. Her breasts were the perfect size, each one fitting perfectly in the palm of his hands. His long fingers teased and tweaked her nipples as his hands roamed over her repeatedly.
Bella arched her back, pressing her breasts into his large hands.
"You like that, baby?"
She let out a loud moan of appreciation. It had been so long since she'd been touched, been made love to, if that was what you could call this. She had no words; she was so into the moment.
Her panting accelerated as Edward turned her around and kissed a trail down the valley between her breasts. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked gently.
"Oh my God, yes." Bella gasped as the sensation built, pushing herself farther into his mouth.
Taking the hint, he continued his ministrations, sucking and flicking his tongue, delivering shockwaves of pleasure that made her ache with a hunger she had never felt before.
She grabbed his head, running her fingers though his gorgeous, thick hair, and held him to her chest as his mouth continued to drive her wild. There was no doubt the effect he had on her; the way he was making her feel.
Edward continued worshipping her until he couldn't take it anymore. He hastily moved his mouth back to her lips and gave her a deep kiss, hoping to communicate silently what his next move was, as his fingers moved to the top of her underwear. As he traced the lace, he moved his long fingers beneath the band, sinking them into where he knew she was wanting. Her hips bucked at his touch as he continued to feel her, stroke her, and bring her to the edge.
"God, Bella, you're so wet," Edward crooned, sucking at a spot behind her ear, enticing her even more with each pass of his lips over her skin. "All for me."
Bella's breathing accelerated, moaning at the seductive words while his fingers continued to do their magic.
He removed his fingers and hooked them into the band of her panties. "May I?" His eyes burned into hers as he asked permission to remove the last piece of clothing left between them.
Bella, matching the burning in Edward's eyes, nodded her head. He slowly tugged them down her legs, lifting each foot as he removed the offending garment. He moved his way back up, peppering kisses along the way. Much to his surprise, Edward noticed a small tattoo on her left hipbone. Running his tongue over it, he made a mental note to ask her about it in the morning.
"So hot," he murmured against her skin.
Not one to miss an opportunity, he brushed light kisses all around her as he gazed at the beautiful bare pussy before him. His tongue darted out as he took a few swipes through her folds, eliciting just the reaction he was hoping for from Bella.
Her body started to tremble, and her legs shook as he moved below her. The beard stubble on his face was rough yet stimulating against her thighs as his unrelenting tongue brought Bella to the edge.
"Edward." Bella whimpered, her grip twisting tighter in his hair. "So good. It's so…"
Bella was becoming unhinged as her words faltered. It had been a long time since anyone had shown her this much attention, cared about the way she felt and her needs during sex. This was definitely not a fuck and duck. She sensed his need for her, and it turned her on more than she wanted to admit. This man was pushing all the right buttons, and they had just gotten started. Edward was already proving to be a generous lover. His attention established he was talented way beyond the ball field, and this realization made her happy to be the object of his desire.
"I'm not even close to being finished with you," he growled against her thigh.
Bella, vibrating at his words, gasped as a current of pleasure ran up and down her spine. As she basked in all the adulation, she realized she had missed the emotional, as well as the physical, aspects of being close with someone. This union between them was far more intense than she ever expected or realized she wanted.
Her body was coiling so tightly with each gyration of her hips as she sought out the friction her body needed. Just as she was about to explode, Edward slowed down, placing some tender kisses on the inside of her thighs before he stood up and took Bella's face into his hands. His kiss was urgent, and she could feel him hard and eager against her, readying for more with each movement of his hips against hers.
Edward turned to the table where he had deposited his condom and swiftly picked it up and ripped it open. He sheathed himself as she watched lustfully, admiring his erection at full attention. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her and was relieved he was on the same page as she was about protection.
In one fell swoop, he turned back to Bella and hoisted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved forward until her back pressed up against the window. The lights of the stadium cast an angelic glow around her head. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he paused to appreciate the stunning beauty before him.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured as he leaned in to claim her lips again. "I want you so much, Bella."
"Then have me." She rolled her hips into him, showing him she felt exactly the same way.
He gave her a silent nod as he positioned himself between her legs, slightly moving back and forth, teasing her one last time. Breathing calmly, Edward looked into her eyes, his forehead touching hers, as he started to push into her gently, sinking into her wet, hot heat one delicious inch at a time.
"Fuck," he groaned as he felt himself completely buried inside her. It took every ounce of his control not to thrust.
She was tight around him as he gave her a minute to adjust. A moan escaped her as he shifted his hips, working to hit her right where she needed.
Bella had never felt so consumed, so desired. She lolled her head to the side in ecstasy as she felt him fit perfectly inside her, touching places that sent sparks throughout her body. This gorgeous man was taking what he wanted from her yet giving her so much in return. The way he held her against the window, slowly thrusting into her, made her burn for him even more. The sensations overwhelmed her as she moved in sync with him. She was becoming greedy, needy, and the urge to move faster began to build.
She gripped Edward's shoulders as he held her close, gradually building speed as he thrust into her. He kissed her more urgently as the feeling of their coupling took over. She keened as the power of his movements pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh my God, Edward. So fucking good. Don't stop." She could barely ground out the words through gritted teeth.
She dug her nails into his back, trying to find purchase as her orgasm consumed her. It had been too long since she had felt that way, and the euphoria of the moment brought an intense release she had not realized she needed.
Hearing her cries, her words, her nails biting into his back only egged him on more. He growled when he felt her pulse around him. In search of his own release, he surged forward with renewed hunger. When his grip started to falter, and his thighs began to shake from the exertion, Edward knew he needed to move to the bed to finish what he started.
"I'm gonna move us to the bed, shug," he whispered in her ear, his voice raspy.
Bella's pliant body molded into his as he lifted her off him and carried her to the bed. Once they landed on the mattress, she moved up to the pillows and splayed herself out before him. "You want back inside, darlin'?" She purred as she caressed her body, captivating him even more.
"Who you calling darlin'?" he challenged while he moved on top of her.
"Who you calling shug?" She quipped back.
"You, sugar." He claimed her mouth as he rolled her nipple, evoking another guttural moan from her. "And I ain't nobody's darlin' at the moment."
He was throbbing, desperate for his own release, so he rolled her on top of him, trading places to give his thighs a rest.
Edward lifted Bella up and guided her to slowly slide down on him. The mutual moans of pleasure emanated throughout the room as she rolled her hips effortlessly over him, groaning at the new angle and what it was doing to her.
He rubbed his hands up and down her strong thighs as he felt her begin moving up and down on him. "Fuck, your pussy feels so good," Edward said, as he concentrated on the movement and the tight feeling she roused in him.
It didn't take him long to find the rhythm he so desperately wanted, and Bella, still greedy, once again found herself on the edge. He grabbed her hips and moved her just the way he needed—deep, hard strokes—as he thrust up into her while grinding her into his pelvic bone. The frantic pace had found that delicious spot that started his spiral.
"I'm close." Edward grunted, breathing heavily as he moved his hips up to meet hers.
Bella's panting revved up as her hips moved faster and faster while she chased her own release. His fingers dug into her hips as he felt the familiar tingling in his spine. He prayed he could hold off long enough.
He felt her rhythm falter just as he realized he was at the point of no return. "That's it, baby. Come for me."
Bella moaned as she threw back her head in orgasmic bliss, riding him hard as it crashed over her.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Edward breathed out as he felt the coil snap, stilling inside her as his release finally found him.
Bella continued to move over him, letting him ride it out, then collapsed to his chest in sated exhaustion.
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Bella woke with a start when she realized the bed was cold beside her. She opened her eyes, and saw him standing in front of the window staring out into the dark. The lights from the stadium had faded, and only the faintest of lights were on below. She quietly got out of bed and moved behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Edward, deep in thought, jumped in surprise when he felt her touch. He moved his hands on top of hers and gave her a gentle squeeze.
"Penny for your thoughts?" she whispered as she laid her head on his back. She inhaled, noticing how clean and fresh he smelled from the shower they took just a few hours before.
"Just replaying the day in my head and thinking about the next game."
"I get it." She sighed. "It's always on a continuous wheel in my head after a game. And you can't help but think about the next one. What can I do better? How did I miss that kick? Blah, blah, blah…"
"Yeah. I'm not going to lie; I feel the pressure." Edward ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair as he took a deep breath.
Noticing the way the mood had changed, Bella decided to divert his attention from the field and put his mind back on the two of them. She moved her hands to the top of his shoulders and started to massage them, loosening his muscles and hopefully relaxing his mind.
"Oh my God, that feels so good," he murmured against the glass.
He bent his head down, giving her access to his neck as well. He enjoyed the attention she was giving him; so much so, he started to feel pleasure in other areas, one he especially wanted her to attend to.
He turned around and brushed a knuckle across her cheek, taking a moment to delight in this fascinating woman. Kissing her deeply, he ran his fingers through her long silky hair. He relished the feel of her hair, watching as the strands glided effortlessly between his fingertips.
Bella felt his need when she moved into him once they began kissing. Their kisses became urgent, and just when she thought she was about to take him against the window herself, Edward groaned into her mouth, "Bed?"
"Bed."
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The morning light shined into the room, causing them both to stir. In their haste to get back into bed, they'd forgotten to close the curtains. Edward, with his arm draped over Bella's waist, pulled her closer into him. His nose pushed into her hair, inhaling her floral scent. As he moved his hand around her hip, she shifted her body closer to him, enjoying his light touch. After the night they had just shared, she was feeling relaxed and sated. Her body ached in the best way, reminding her of what she was so desperately missing in her life. She savored the feeling of his arms around her, making her feel wanted and cherished, even if the ideals were products of her own imagination.
Edward felt Bella's breathing change, so he knew she was awake. "Good morning," he whispered into her ear, his voice gravelly. His grip tightened slightly around her waist with his greeting.
Bella stretched her body like a cat against Edward's, moving each limb until her hands lighted on top of his. They entwined fingers, and she nestled back into him, taking a few moments to appreciate the feeling. Frankly, she wasn't at all ready to leave the cocoon they built around them.
"Morning," she mumbled blearily. "How can it be morning? We just went to bed."
Edward chuckled. "Sleeping and going to bed are two different things, I'll have you know. And from what I remember, there wasn't much sleeping happening in this bed." He gave her waist a light tickle. "But we did manage to get about five hours of sleep."
"Ugh. How are you so cheerful on five hours of sleep?" She rolled over to face him, taking the sheet with her, covering the top of her breasts.
"Habit, I guess you could say. I haven't been a really big sleeper the last couple of years. I rest, but I only sleep about six or seven hours." Edward began to draw lazy circles on her hip under the sheet, taking in the moment. Knowing she was naked did nothing to subdue his morning wood. The memory of her tattoo flashed in his mind, so he inched the sheet down, hoping to get a peek at it once more before he asked her about it.
"Hey, stop pulling the sheet. Can't ya give a girl some courtesy here?" Bella moved to grab the sheet before she felt too exposed.
Edward took her hand and stopped her from resisting, raising it to his lips to lay a kiss on the palm of her hand, saying, "You can have all the modesty you want. I just need to see something. I promise, I don't mean to offend." The slight twinkle in his eyes told Bella all she needed to know. He was going to check out her tattoo. "And where is that confident, self-assured woman I met last night?" He leaned in to give her a sweet peck on the lips.
Bella sighed as her lips met his. She adjusted herself a little more, giving Edward the slack he desired. "Go ahead. Do what you must."
As he moved the sheet to reveal what he was looking for, Edward lowered himself, placing a few kisses down her body until he found his target. At the feel of his warm breath over her hipbone, Bella took in a quick breath. His lips brushed over the tattoo, making her body break out in goosebumps. Edward was amazed at her responsiveness as his tongue laved over the delicate ink a few times.
"Bella," he said, his morning voice rough and sexy, "tell me about this. Why do you have the Olympic rings? Is this a goal? A dream?" He looked up at her in awe.
"Well, I was in the 2016 Olympics in Rio. So, yes, you could call it a dream or a goal." She looked at him, pride shining in her eyes.
Very few people had seen her tattoo. She didn't parade it around, but she did love the fact that the rings were always with her.
"Oh my God, that's…that's just amazing. You're an Olympic athlete." He beamed at her in admiration.
"Thanks." She looked down as she began twisting the sheet in her hands. "We lost to Sweden in the quarterfinals. So, no medal, but it was an amazing experience, and one I'll never ever forget." A gentle blush spread from her chest to her cheeks.
"I bet it was. You have every reason to be proud.' Edward reached out to trace a finger across her cheekbone. Bella exuded self-confidence, but the fact that she was blushing wasn't lost on him. Her humility struck a chord with him.
He looked at her with reverence. Edward knew how much it had to hurt not bringing home a medal, but he also knew how damned impressive it was to qualify and be there in the first place. As a fellow competitor, he knew all the blood, sweat, and tears she put into her sport to get there.
"Thanks. Not gonna lie, it stung." Bella sat back against the headboard as she pulled the sheet into place.
"It will make winning all the sweeter next time you're in that arena," he encouraged. He hadn't even seen her play, yet he was confident he was in the presence of greatness.
Sensing the conversation needed to be directed elsewhere, Edward swung his legs over the side of the bed and proceeded to get up, bare assed and all.
"Come on, darlin'. Let's take a shower and go get some breakfast. I'm starving." His smile lit up the room as he held out his hand to her.
Bella pouted, not wanting to move from the comfortable bed. Rolling onto her side, she looked up at him with a tempting smile, hoping to persuade him back into their little piece of heaven. Edward, not one to be thwarted, coaxed her out of bed with visions of hot coffee and breakfast at his favorite local joint.
How could she refuse that handsome face smiling back at her? "Okay." She sighed. "I guess another shower couldn't hurt." She took his hand as he pulled her up, and as she started to walk into the bathroom, Edward playfully smacked her bottom as she passed by. Bella squealed in surprise as she looked back at him.
"Ouch! I'm going, I'm going. Damn." She rubbed her backside.
With a look of mischief, Edward gave her a second smack.
"Oh, Cullen, you're going to pay for that," Bella threatened with a giggle.
"That's what I'm countin' on."
Whew. Is it hot in here? This chapter was written under the influence of a lovely bottle of Chardonnay brought into my office by my sweet hubby. He knew I was writing my first lemon and was happy to support. Well now we know they do, and their connection is undeniable.
My fabulous prereader Cheryl aka Sunshine1220 is writing a sequel to Shift and Clutch, and it's called Throttle. I'm honored to be a prereader on this story, so if you haven't started this, go read the series. If you've read the series, you can't miss the newest addition. You won't be sorry, it's that good.
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~DrivingEdward