Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Six

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Goes without saying but LEMON ALERT and it will be a longer chapter! Like normal for me...not drabble-length. I want this to be good.

Chapter 106

Edward walked out of the shower, looking like sin incarnate. His towel was slung low on his hips and all of his tattoos were on display for me to ogle. The mysterious text left my mind as I watched Edward get dressed. His sinuous muscles rippled under smooth skin. I licked my lips and pressed my thighs together, watching him drop the towel. His ass was absolute perfection.

I moaned like a wanton whore.

"Really, Bella?" Edward asked, arching a brow as he looked back at me. "My butt is flat."

"Oh, no," I said, walking over to him, cupping his delicious ass. "It's perfection."

"Okay, stop manhandling me," he snickered, dancing out of my hands and pulling up his black boxer-briefs. He pulled up his black dress pants, too. "You'll get to grab, paw and molest my ass once we get back."

"I wasn't doing any of that," I pouted. "I was massaging and appreciating the perfection of your behind, Edward."

"You're weird, Little One," he sighed, buttoning his slate gray dress shirt. He turned and looked at me, his eyes falling on the pendant between my collar bones. "Wow, seeing that there...yeah, it's overwhelming."

"Why?" I asked.

"Hmmm, how can I explain this?" he pondered, his eyes narrowing. He wrapped me in his arms and stared at me. "You're wearing my heart, Bella. Well, in a symbolic sense. Seeing it around your neck, it frightens me, excites me and makes me so unbelievably proud. I'm yours. You're mine. We're together...Shit, this is not making any sense."

"No, I get it," I said. "I really get it. It's proof that I'm with you."

"Yeah," he said, giving me a boyish grin. "Though, there are times where I'm shocked that you are. I'm a nutcase, Bella. Most women would have run the other direction."

"I'm not most women," I smirked. "Now, come on, lover boy. You've got a birthday dinner to celebrate and some good times afterward." I waggled my brows and he snorted, threading his fingers with mine. We made it downstairs to the lobby. Outside, by the pier was our gondola. One of the porters was standing, holding a bouquet of flowers. I arched a brow as Edward took the orange flowers from the porter, giving him a tip. Nervously, Edward handed me the roses. "They're beautiful, tesoro."

"I wanted to get you something since this is a date and all," he sputtered anxiously. "Did you know that each color of roses mean something different?"

"I know that red means love or passion and yellow is friendship," I said, smelling the beautiful blooms. The gondolier helped me into the boat and Edward closely followed. "What do orange roses mean?"

"Pride, enthusiasm and desire," he explained. "I'm so proud to be by your side, Bella. As your boyfriend and as your bodyguard. Your enthusiasm for our relationship and patience behind it, floors me. Like I said before, most women wouldn't deal with my special brand of craziness. You do and you do it gracefully, patiently and lovingly." He plucked a rose from the bouquet and removed most of the stem. My hair was up in a sexy up-do. He slid the rose into the tangle of curls, tucking an errant strand behind my ear. "The last meaning is desire. I do desire you, Bella, but it's more than a sexual desire. That's very strong, don't deny it." He gave me an adorable but sexy smirk. "My desire for is for you to know me, to understand me, for me to understand you...I want to share everything with you, Bella. I just pray that you let me continue to do so because I'm in this for the long haul."