The door barely clicked shut behind us before Edward pinned me gently against it not rough, just firm enough to make me gasp.
His breath ghosted over my cheek.
"Leah," he murmured, "you have no idea how long I've wanted to touch you like this."
"We met an hour ago," I whispered, breathless.
"Then I've wanted you for an hour," he said, his voice low, warm, and devastating. "And it feels like much longer."
His thumb traced my lower lip, slow and teasing, like he was memorizing the shape of it. My entire body lit up at the simple touch.
He leaned in, kissing me again this time deeper, slower, with a consuming hunger that made my knees tremble. I clutched the front of his shirt just to stay upright.
He smirked against my mouth. "Already losing control?"
"Maybe," I breathed.
He kissed down my jawline, down the side of my neck, his lips warm and soft against heated skin. Every place he touched felt like a spark.
"Tell me to stop," he said quietly against my throat.
"Don't you dare."
He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through me. "Good. Because I wasn't planning on it."
His hands slid around my waist, pulling me close until my body was flush against every hard, sculpted line of him. Heat curled low in my stomach.
"Leah…" His voice dropped. "Do you know what you do to me?"
"Probably the same thing you do to me."
He shook his head lightly. "No. You're worse."
Then his lips found my collarbone.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Like every inch of me was something he wanted to savor.
My breath hitched in a way that made him pause. He looked up at me, eyes dark, pupils blown wide.
"You like that," he murmured.
"I" I swallowed, gripping his shoulders. "Yes."
His hands slid up my back, his touch warm, confident, familiar in a way that made no sense. "Then you're going to like what comes next even more."
"Edward"
He kissed me again this time with absolute possession. I melted into him, my fingers threading into his hair instinctively. He groaned softly at the touch, deepening the kiss until I no longer knew where I ended and he began.
"Bedroom?" he asked against my lips.
"Down the hall," I managed.
He didn't let go of me completely. His hand stayed laced with mine as he led me, but halfway down the hall, he stopped abruptly.
Then he lifted me effortlessly.
A surprised sound escaped me. "Edward!"
He smirked. "Don't worry. I have you."
He carried me into the room like I weighed nothing, setting me down on the bed with deliberate slowness as if placing something precious.
His eyes roamed over me, hungry but controlled. "God, Leah…"
"What?"
"You're even more beautiful here," he said softly. "Where you want me."
My face heated not with embarrassment, but with desire so sharp it almost hurt.
He leaned over me, one hand beside my head, the other brushing my cheek. "I'm going to take my time with you."
My breath caught. "Why?"
"Because you deserve to be ruined slowly."
His lips met mine again gentler, sweeter, but no less consuming. His hands slid along my body with a confidence that made every nerve awaken under his touch. He kissed me like he wanted to learn me piece by piece, reaction by reaction.
Every sigh.
Every arch of my back.
Every whisper of his name.
He took them all like they belonged to him.
I couldn't think.
Couldn't speak.
Couldn't breathe without feeling him everywhere.
His mouth traced a path across my skin each kiss deeper than the last, each touch unraveling me in ways no one ever had. He whispered things against my skin that made my pulse race soft promises, low growls of want, confessions that he couldn't get enough of me.
I didn't care about anything else.
Not Frank.
Not the divorce.
Not the consequences.
Just this moment.
Just his hands.
Just his mouth.
Just him.
"Look at me," he whispered.
I did.
What I saw stole the breath from my lungs raw desire, yes, but something more. Something dangerous. Something addictive.
He brushed his thumb along my cheekbone again. "I'm not stopping until you forget every man before me."
"I already have," I whispered.
His lips curved.
"Good."
He kissed me again, long and deep, his body covering mine as he claimed my mouth with breathtaking intensity. The world fell away, replaced only by heat, breathlessness, and the feeling of being wanted in a way I had never known.
He moved with a slow, deliberate passion that made me tremble, guiding me with a tenderness that contrasted the fire in his eyes. Every touch, every kiss, every breath against my skin pushed me higher, deeper, further into him until I was completely undone.
By the time he finally pulled me into his arms, my body still trembled with the aftershocks of everything he'd given me.
He pressed a soft kiss to my temple. "Leah…"
"Mm?"
"You are unforgettable."
I smiled against his chest, breathless and overwhelmed. "So are you."
He tightened his hold around me, his voice a low whisper in my ear.
"This… was only the beginning."
And I knew he meant it.