My hands roam his chest, his back, everywhere I can feel his skin. If I could be inside of him, fuse into him, I would.
Edward pulls away, gasping, whimpering, pleading.
Kissing, gently scraping, licking – I can't seem to get enough of him as I cover every possible inch I can reach.
He pulls my face to his, his eyes feverish. "Please, baby," kiss, "...our room," kiss, "...need you," kiss, "...take me to bed," kiss, "...make me yours."
I feel dazed as I look at him – shocked, almost.
Our room?
Cupping his cheek, I gaze deep into the sparkling green.
Monday, June 20, 2011
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Well the man wants to move in with, join your business and marry you...hmmm where do you want him to sleep Jasper?
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