As song after song played, Edward and Bella continued to get closer and more familiar with one another. When Edward spun her around, splaying his hands across her stomach, Bella began to grind her backside into his hips, feeling him grow aroused by her actions. She wanted him, in every way imaginable, but there was still a small sliver of her mind that refused to let her hope for anything more than the drunken dancing and groping they were presently doing. His hands slid down to her hips, then moved up, resting on her small waist. He fanned out his fingers, digging them deep into her skin and pulling her tight against his body. The way he gently rocked his pelvis into her left her with no doubt in her mind as to what he wanted—he wanted her, and from the feel of it, he wanted her soon.
Edward buried his face in Bella's hair, deeply breathing in the scent of her. He couldn't put a finger on what it was, but it smelled like home and comfort and innocence, and he never wanted the enticing aroma to leave his senses. His hands were pressed deeply into Bella's sides, and as she raised her arms into the air, moving them behind her and weaving them into Edward's hair, her shirt slid up. Edward could feel the exposed skin at her midriff, and it was hot and soft. His fingers danced along the goose bumps that were quickly forming, and as he ghosted them over her belly button, feeling a small dangling piece of jewelry, he let out a moan that ran straight from his cock to Bella's ears. He watched as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, and soon she was matching him moan for moan. Edward wanted her, and try as he might, he couldn't think of one reason why he couldn't have her. He knew there was something, but the name he had for it, which was right on the tip of his tongue, was missing.
The song changed, and as it did, both Edward and Bella heard the words and let them resonate in their minds.
Girl please excuse me if I'm coming too strong,
But tonight is the night we can really let go
Edward listened to the driving beat and let it set his rhythm. The song was telling Edward's story, and as images of Rosalie flashed through his mind, he knew what he was doing was wrong. He hadn't made any commitments to Rose, but the thoughts he was having about her best friend certainly weren't platonic in any way, shape, or form. He nuzzled his nose into Bella's neck while she laid her head back against his shoulder. Unable to stop himself, he let his lips touch her skin, and she tasted like heaven. As he placed feather light kisses along her neck, down onto her shoulder, Bella let out a moan and tightened her grasp on his hair.
My girlfriend's out of town and I'm all alone
Your boyfriend's on vacation and he doesn't have to know
Bella's skin tingled from where Edward's lips were touching her, and she yearned for more from him. His hair felt like silk in her fingertips, and the little grunts that left his throat each time she tightened her hold on him made her stomach flip. She could feel herself growing wetter by the minute. When the song mentioned a boyfriend being out of town, Bella suddenly felt a tinge of guilt and she tensed up for a split second. Edward seemed to notice, and in an effort to soothe her, he whispered in her ear, telling her how sexy she looked. She wanted to feel bad about the desires she had for Emmett's best friend, but she couldn't. Nothing had ever felt as right as being in Edward's arms, and she let go of the memories of Emmett that were playing in her mind.
No oh oh, oh oh
No one can do the things I'm gonna wanna do to you
No oh oh, oh oh
Shout aloud, screamin' loud
Let me hear you go!