Instead, the smug little looks between Carlisle and Esme irritated her to the point that she lashed out. Most importantly, she had used Edward.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” she said, looking at him over the rim of her glass.
Edward added another finger to his light touches.
“Is this all right?” he murmured.
“Not really,” Bella gasped as his fingers slipped up her side, grazing the side of her breast. She didn’t understand her reaction to his touch. God, it felt so good to her. “Don’t stop.”
That’s all it took for Edward to move from warm silk to soft skin. He wanted her, so he’d have her—then forget her. Carlisle and Esme didn’t have to know. Less chance of disappointing them.
Casual sex—it’s what he did and he wasn’t ready to change that. However, there was no resisting Bella. Her skin felt like sin under his fingers. Irritation clouded his desire throughout dinner, and now, he was determined.
“I’m not going home with you,” Bella whispered, watching her aunt check her cell phone. Edward intensified his touch to get her attention, because he wanted to see her whiskey-colored eyes again. When she turned, he raised a challenging eyebrow. She returned it with a teasing smirk.
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