Behind Closed Doors – Chapter 30 Teaser

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“Bell—”

My lips cut off his protest and soon his are following my lead as a chorus of moans fills my room.

“I missed you.” I groan as his stubbled cheek scrapes deliciously along my neck while his lips trail kisses everywhere they can reach.

“Bella, I missed you so fucking much.” He pushes his tongue past my lips as our mouths make up for lost time over languid kisses, building a growing need into something much more demanding until he pulls away panting. “But—”

My chest heaves as I catch my breath. “But, what?”

“We should take our time. I know we’ve talked about a lot of things over the past twenty-four plus hours, as I was trying to understand what you’re looking for in a relationship, especially one with me. I’ve been patient for over a year, I can wait until we’re sure that we’re both ready.”

“We aren’t ready? You feel ready.” I rub against the growing bulge of his jeans.

“You know what I mean, and I can’t control my body’s reaction to yours. You are entirely too tempting. This part has always been easy for us, but this time I want it all or at least everything you’re willing to give.” 

I’m a little taken aback by his caution at moving too quickly. So, I concede, trying not to let any disappointment or hurt at his words dampen our reconnection. “You’re right. I know you’re right. We should do this differently, but you can’t blame me when you’re leaving for D.C. and I’m going back to Berlin with no idea of when we will see each other again.” 

I unlock my legs and slide down his body as his hands remain on my waist. When I fail to make eye contact, his finger gently tilts my chin, holding it in place until my eyes lock with his.

“Hey, don’t think for even a minute that I don’t want to be with you. I do, but you said we both deserved better, and I haven’t forgotten. I want to be clear and make sure we have no misunderstandings. Have we agreed to date exclusively?”

“My vote is yes.”

“Then it’s unanimous, and to celebrate, I have something for you.” He pulls a Tiffany blue box with a white bow from his jeans pocket, holding it out for me to take.

“Edward.”

“Just open it.”

 

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