Chapter 13: Warning: Lions can rock pink worlds

Previously in Deep Ocean…

"What the fuck are you talking about, Bella? Of course you should call me whenever you need me!"

He was frustrated, pinning me to the bed beneath his body, demanding answers I wasn't about to give him.

What was I going to tell him? That I had misunderstood his friendship for something more? That I had allowed myself to dream for the first time in many years without noticing that the dream was too big for me? That his rejection hurt more than any other in the past?

Chapter 13: Warning: Lions can rock pink worlds

He wasn't going to let go, of that I was sure. Damn sexy man sending mixed signals to silly giraffes!

I huffed, then stopped struggling and looked into his stunning green eyes.

"Fine! Have it your way. You're determined to see me make a fool of myself? Here we go, hope you enjoy the show," I hissed.

I was hurt, and embarrassed, and confessing certain things to him wasn't high on my priority list, but I needed to run away. Fast. I wasn't sure how much the anger fuelled by him trying to stop me would last, and once the anger was over, the only feeling left would be hurt. I wasn't exactly happy with the thought of showing him how much his rejection had hurt me. I could spare that humiliation if I could deliver a few selected words, and convince him to let me go home.

"I understand you may be used to random awkward girls begging you take them, Edward. I really get it…but you can't expect me to stay happy in your bed, and spend the night cuddling with you after you turned me down like that. I still have a little pride left, and I'd like to take it home with me. Now."

A few different emotions crossed his face while I was delivering my speech. Confusion, astonishment, and perhaps anger?

I wondered if he was mad at me because I had been such a lousy friend. A friend who didn't know how to keep her place, one that had dared to dream too high? I felt my rage starting to ebb, being gradually replaced by guilt.

"Bella, I didn't turn you down, love…God! I'm such an idiot!" he said. His tone was soft when he was talking to me; apparently the irritation was directed to himself for some unknown reason.

"Baby, you thought I didn't want you?" He asked me, but I wasn't sure of what could escape my mouth if I opened it to answer, so I chose to keep it shut.

I looked to the other side, at the wall of his fancy sterile suite, anywhere but his piercing eyes that had been the beginning of everything, the first thing that had called me to him.

"Bella, look at me love," he pleaded, and when I didn't comply, he freed my wrists and used his hands to cup my face, very gently, and make me look at him.

His expression was pained, it reminded me of that night in the party when he told me he couldn't stand the thought of Mike kissing me at midnight.

I'll never know what he saw in my eyes in that moment, but whatever it was; it seemed to give him the encouragement he was searching for.

He stared at me for a long time, as if taking in whatever he was seeing in my face. His expression changed to one of determination, and then, slowly, very slowly, he closed the few inches that separated us, and pressed his lips to mine.

At first, he kissed me soft and sweet, and then it turned more passionate. I didn't have too much time to think, so I kissed him back, sinking my fingers in his hair, enjoying what his mouth was doing to me.

I guessed he was kissing me goodbye, so again I decided to take what I could get for the last time.

I was so wrong.

The kiss never slowed down to sweet again, signalling the moment I'd have to leave this gorgeous dream of a man, and go back to my pink boring life. It grew more ardent and desperate, his hands started wandering through my body, rubbing and caressing.

I was very aware that I was still naked, pinned under his hard body, and the thin layer of fabric between us did nothing to conceal his erection.

On instinct, I spread my legs further, nestling him between them, and he grounded his pelvis against mine, groaning.

I didn't know what he liked, but somehow I was sure he wouldn't freak out like Mike if we got a little rough.

I dug my nails into his scalp, and tugged as he moved down my throat, eliciting another groan, and more grinding of his hard-on against my groin.

He dipped in, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, while he rolled the other one in his long fingers.

I must have been doing the most embarrassing noises, I faintly recall hearing them and hoping he didn't think I sounded like a porn star in decline, but honestly I couldn't help myself.

I hitched my leg over his hip, trying to get more friction where I was craving it the most. Edward must have interpreted my need better than I did, because he switched breasts, his mouth started sucking my left nipple while he shifted his weight to his elbow, opening a small gap between our bodies.

His hand roamed lower, leaving a trail of fire on my skin, until I could feel his skilled fingers pressing against my tender flesh. He made small circles over my pussy, the back his fingers grazing my slit on each pass, his thumb rubbing my clit, bringing me closer and closer with each movement.

I was squirming and pushing against his fingers when he let go of my nipple, and settled for watching me instead. I was way past shame by that moment, so I writhed and moaned while he touched me, all the time staring into his green depths.

His breathing was laboured, and it was clear in his face that he was very aroused, but what surprised me the most was the intensity of his gaze, he was looking at me with adoration.

"Let go, love," he whispered, and his rasping voice, pure desire dripping in it, was all it took to finally send me over the edge.

I closed my eyes as I came, quivering on his hand.

Edward's body lowered to mine, and he held me, whispering sweet nothings on my ear, his fingers still on my flesh, but only delivering feathery touches over my sensitive skin.

I opened my eyes again when he shifted his body. He gave me a tender kiss, and moved to the side, disentangling my leg from his hip, and bringing me to his chest.

"Now try to catch some sleep, love. You must be exhausted," he said wrapping his arms around me.

I looked at him in confusion, because he was still hard as a rock, but he was making no moves to get some relief.