He leaves, and I know people are staring. But my pulse is pounding and I’m really turned on by the way Edward took him down and I don’t care if people look. Edward’s arms are around me. “You okay?”
“I am now. That was awesome. Thank you.”
Looking me in the eye, his expression is entirely serious. “I want to make myself incredibly clear. I know that things are complicated with your mom, and my brother, and that we’re being secretive out of necessity. But you are mine. I don’t want anyone but you, and I’m not going to let anything get in the way of that. Especially not entitled assholes who think they can touch you.”
I pull his lips down to mine and kiss him hard. “I want you to touch me.”
“I will,” he whispers. “Your order is a caramel latte.”
My jaw drops open in shock. “How did you know?”
The smirk on his lips is sexy enough to make me wet. “I have my ways.”
“I told my mom that I’d be a little while because I ran into a friend. Maybe we can get coffee on the way back.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“I’m suggesting that you fuck me, Edward.” When he stares at me, I add. “Please. After all, you guessed the drink.”
We’re in the car faster than I can blink and pealing out of the parking lot. “Where are we going?”
“Not far.” We turn off into a quiet lane that’s near one of the city’s parks. I haven’t been here in ages, but it’s a good idea. From what I remember this park is full of trees and isn’t particularly popular. Edward pulls into a little clearing surrounded by trees. “First thing I thought of.”
“It works,” I say, and then I start undressing.
13
Julia
Getting naked in a car isn’t the easiest task. When you’re trying to do it as quickly as humanly possible, it’s even harder. I get stuck in my pants, and have to shove them off, and I get caught in a storm of giggles as Edward yanks me into the back seat and lays me down. “I swear to you, Julia. I’m going to fuck you in a bed more than just the once.”
“I’d fuck you anywhere,” I say.
He laughs. “I haven’t had sex in a car in a long time. And I wasn’t exactly planning on doing this. I don’t have a condom. I swear I’m clean.”
“Do it,” I say. The idea of being with just him—without anything in between us, sends furious heat running through my veins and even more wetness to my pussy.
Edward strokes himself a couple of times as he lines himself up with me, easing inside. I’m still a touch sore from yesterday morning, but it’s the good kind of sore and the way he fills me now takes my breath away. I lift my knees up, wrapping my legs around him as much as I can so I can take him deeper. His mouth lands on mine, plunging his tongue deep, with sure strokes, perfectly mimicking what his cock is doing, and I moan.
“No one is here to hear you,” he says. “Be as loud as you want.”
“Would you like that?” I ask.
He draws his lips across my jaw, “I love hearing you. Knowing exactly what I’m doing to you.”
“I can’t even think,” I say. “All the words disappear.”
“I like that too.”
He thrusts with slow, steady strokes, burying his entire length inside me each time, and pulling back to the tip. I’m so full, and so stuffed, that each time he moves it feels like fireworks. He’s hitting that deep spot that so far only he has seen able to find. He shifts a little bit, and I gasp, because suddenly it’s so much better. The angle and the speed. “Oh God.”
“Mmm. There it is.” He doesn’t pull out entirely again, just moves faster, driving into me and making the world go white.
“Edward, yes. Please.” Those are the only words that I’ve got, and they disappear in a blur of pleasure and I can only moan. I’m begging him for more, and he gives it to me. Harder and faster, and he’s groaning with me. I can’t keep my lips away from him. I wrap my arms around his neck and lock up together. I want to share his breath. I want to share everything with him. Always.
I’m breathless for a different reason now. I never thought that I would realize that I’m falling in love with someone while fucking in the back of their car, but that’s just what’s happened. Holy shit, I’m falling in love with Edward. The truth of it resonates through me like a bell. It doesn’t matter that we’ve only been seeing each other for a few days. We’ve known each other, been on the periphery for so long that we don’t need that much time. Who knows, maybe I’ve been a little bit in love with him for a long time. But this man who’s kissing me, defended me, and has claimed me so thoroughly that I can’t breathe—I am in love with him.