When I woke up, the first thing my eyes focused on was Edward’s profile in the dim light of the early morning. He was on his back, one arm flung over his forehead, with the sheet and blanket pooled around his waist. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady. I was still in his bed, still naked, after...what we’d done the night before. Calling it just “having sex” seemed wrong, somehow, but I was scared to call it what it had really felt like. One thing I did know, though, was I wanted more...
More of his hands, his lips...his cock...
It had all been beyond anything I’d ever felt before, maybe because my heart was fully into it, and it had been just what I’d wanted and needed after the God-awful nightmare.
Just the memory of seeing Edward get shot, even in my sleep, was enough to make me cringe.
“You’re thinking awfully hard over there,” Edward mumbled, cracking one eye open to look at me.
“Just...remembered my nightmare,” I admitted, smiling when he turned over and pulled me into his chest.
Propping himself up on one elbow, he leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead. “It was just a nightmare, Bella. I’m right here.” He took my hand and slid it up his body to his chest. “Feel me, baby. I’m okay.”