Falling for You

Too Tired

He quickly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me on top of him. I laughed, "Edward, we should get going." I murmured against his lips.

"Mmmm" he continued to move his lips against mine, but there was no urgency. There was no lust in this kiss. It only contained the love that we shared. He pulled away and sighed.

He kissed my forehead before pulling us both from the bed. "Come on. If we stay here much longer, I'm going to break my promise to my mother."

I groaned as he dragged me down the stairs and out the door. I turned to lock the door. "Maybe you shouldn't have promised. What if I hadn't wanted to come?"

He pulled my back against his chest and began to kiss a line from my jaw to my shoulder. I melted against him and was only barely aware of my feet moving. Edward chuckled, breath fanning across my neck. He pulled his arms away and the shock brought me from my daze. He opened the car door and gestured for me to get in smiling. "I would have found a way to get you there."

I wanted to be mad. He had used my weakness for any sort of physical contact with him against me. But I couldn't find it in me to be mad. I couldn't let him get away with it, though. I crossed my arms and stepped into the car without looking at him.

I could hear him chuckle as he closed my door and walked around to the driver's side. He knew I was faking. I'd never been a good liar.

I tried to keep the façade up throughout the drive, but Edward knew my weaknesses. The melody of Clair de Lune enveloped me and I relaxed into the seat. We reached Mason Mansion in no time. I knew from experience that closing my eyes helped me deal with his need for speed.

He opened my door for me like the gentleman he was. I took his hand and stepped out of the car. As soon as I was on my feet, Edward ducked down and placed a kiss right under my ear. I gasped and then moaned as he began to suck lightly on the spot.

"Edward..." I breathed as I tangled my fingers in his hair.

"Edward, you already had breakfast! Leave a little Bella for the rest of us!" Emmet yelled from the front porch.

Edward sighed and his breath fanned the spot I was sure would be obviously dark later. "It seems I choose the most inopportune moments to do this."

He kissed my lips lightly once, and we began our walk to the house. "I told you we should have stayed at my house."

He nodded, "But I promised my Mom. You have no idea how much she wants to see you again. She hasn't asked me about anything that hasn't had something to do with you. I think she loves you more now than she loves me."

I kissed his cheek. "That could never happen."

We were interrupted by a flurry of caramel hair. I was enveloped by Esme's arms and the smell of cinnamon and rising bread. I was sure that she had been in the kitchen this morning. "Bella, I'm so glad that you're here. How was your trip? Are you hungry?" She had pulled from the hug and was tugging me toward the kitchen.

"I'm fine, Esme. You really don't have to make me anything." I tried to explain to her as she pulled me into the kitchen.

"Don't be ridiculous, dear. We've always got something in the oven around here. I've raised three boys."

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. "Three?"

She smiled, "Of course, Edward, Emmet and Carlisle. Though the way Emmet eats, he could count as three boys all by himself."

I couldn't help but laugh. Esme was such an amazing woman. She lived in a house full of men, and yet she was the happiest person I'd ever met. I couldn't imagine a frown on her face.