Outtake: Revving the Engines

~Bella Cullen~

Okay, leather jacket. Check.

Leather pants. Check.

Black tank top. Check

Matching aviators. Check.

Red stilettos. Check.

Insanely hot husband…?

Missing.

Where the hell is he?

I glanced away from the mirror and looked at the clock nervously. Eric was with Charlie and Sue at the Diner down the street. The house in Brooklyn was quiet and for my plan to work I needed him to get here soon before they returned.

Like real soon, before I sweat right out of these leather pants.

I blew at my hair and looked at the dark make-up on my eyes. I had to admit, I looked pretty smoking, for a thirty year old mother and wife. I was putting it all out there tonight. The pants were tight, the stilettos were high and now for my anniversary surprise to work I just needed Edward to get here.

Suddenly I heard an engine pull up outside and I was nervous. How could I be nervous about a date with my husband? An anniversary date no less. But for some reason I was. I quickly touched up my blood red lipstick and slipped on the aviators as I ran down the stairs.

I knew he was perplexed, but I told him that I wanted to plan our first anniversary. He was always so sweet and planned our nights out, like our Valentine's Day celebration where we had front row seats to Les Mis and our wonderful honeymoon to the Greek Isles. But this time, I wanted to plan it, and I had something a little different and a little...old school in mind.

I told Edward to bring the bike and wear his leather jacket and a t-shirt. It was going to be warm for August, but once we were on the bike with the wind blowing through our hair it would be better. I knew he had to go home after work to get the bike and then meet me in Brooklyn where our little adventure would take off from.

But I wanted to enact a night I requested not so long ago. So I planned a night full of role playing, so to speak, to get us in the mood for what I really wanted.

A ride on the bike.

And not that kind of ride.

I had already been out on the Harley with him a few times that summer and spring in the Hamptons. But he was always so careful when I was on the back. So this time, I was stepping it up a notch.

I heard the engine rev outside again and I blew out a deep breath.

God, I feel like I'm in high school.

That's the point Bella.

I laughed as I thought of my plan. Edward thought it was strange that I wanted him to pick me up from my childhood home on his bike. All he knew was what he was supposed to wear and that he couldn't answer the door. He could only rev the engine like some eighties teen heartthrob.

Speaking of throbbing…

I was making our date into my own little version of an eighties movie. He was going to pull up outside, looking all bad boy on his Harley, ready to steal me away from my father and have his way with me. It was such a turn on when he looked all bad-ass on his bike in his leather. The problem was he wouldn't be doing any stealing. I would climb on that bike freely.

I mean really, you can't kidnap the willing.

I looked out the window before I opened the door and heat flashed through my body at once.

Fuck. My husband is so much hotter than any of those bad boys of days gone by. Tom Cruise, Rob Lowe, Johnny Depp, step aside.

There was Edward sitting astride his bike, legs stretched out in perfect ease as he leaned back and took in the neighborhood. He looked entirely too good and entirely too delectable to be sitting on my street in front of my childhood home. With the complete look of the leather jacket and aviators my heart and my core were instantly thumping with the thunder of hormones as though I was seventeen again. I felt like I was actually being catapulted back in time and he was swooping in to sneak me off for some forbidden date before Charlie and Brad were wise of it.

I could see the strong muscles in his legs and the tousled sexy bronze mop on top of his head. I couldn't wait to wrap my legs around him as we screamed down the highway.

Or screamed doing other things.

Cripes Bella, get yourself under control.

But seriously, what did I ever do to be married to this man?

I could tell he hadn't seen me yet, so I quietly stepped out and closed the door behind me. I slowly crept down the sidewalk until I stopped and jutted my hip out as I tossed my leather jacket over my shoulder.

As if in slow motion, he turned his head and looked at me and I could see the knuckles in his hands go white from even twenty feet away. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. Although I couldn't see his eyes yet, I couldn't wait to see what color the jade was, to see if this was working.

But instead of running over to him, I stood there, still, and pursed my lips as I propped my other hand on my hip.

It was then he slowly removed his grip and shut off the engine. He hit the kickstand and, with the stealthy movement of a lion, climbed off the bike and stalked toward me.

As if I had pictured it myself a thousand times, he strode up to me in all his glory and did the one move I had dreamt about, probably a million times, since I was ten years old. He pulled the aviators from his eyes in a swooping motion, just like Tom Cruise did in Top Gun, and I thought my heart was going to bust right out of my chest.

Fuck. Me.

He stopped, only a foot from me but still not touching me and I felt as though his eyes were burning a trail a fire through my skin. He licked his lips as his gaze traveled from my head down my body and my legs to the shiny red stilettos on my feet. He motioned for me to turn and as I gave him a little spin I heard him groan behind me. Then he met my eyes again and gave me that devilish smirk, the same one I noticed on the first day I met him. It took everything I had in me not to jump him right there.

Dear God what this man does to me.

"Well Mrs. Cullen, this is certainly a surprise." His eyes danced darkly over my body again and I bit my lip in response as I stared at him. I could feel the pulse of electricity between us and I knew already my plan was working.

Oh this is definitely going to be a good night.

"Just trying to keep you on your toes Agent Cullen." I said with inflection and his eyes flashed as his smirk widened.

He reached his hand out and pulled the aviators off of my eyes as he took me in. He licked his lips again as he tucked them in the top of my tank top and simultaneously pulled me forward.

"So what do you think of my outfit?" I asked breathily as I gazed up at his piercing stare. I could feel the heat from his body and smell the leather from his jacket.

"I think…" He swallowed and then ran a hand down my shoulder, razing the side of my breast until it settled on the inset of my hip. "You better get on the bike before I do something wildly inappropriate in front of your neighbors."

I quirked an eyebrow at him, completely loving the effect I was having. "Wildly inappropriate huh?"

I leaned forward then and pressed my lips right to his ear. "Well maybe I want you wildly inappropriate for our anniversary."

He groaned and his grip on my waist tightened as his other hand joined it. He pulled me into him and I gasped as I could feel he was hard against my hip.

"I don't think the Captain would want us caught for indecent exposure…in his front yard Bella, but I can guarantee I am going to be more than inappropriate with you later."

My breath quickened and I looked at him with a wicked grin as he shook his head.

"You look…I can't even tell you how fucking hot you look Liefje. You're like every naughty fantasy I have ever had about a biker chic." He said lowly.

"You just wait, maybe I can make some of those fantasies come true." I quipped.

He laughed then and bent in to give me a kiss. "What am I going to do with you?"

Everything hopefully…

Our lips met and my body warmed from the sensation. Our mouths were insistent against one another and I opened hoping to get a taste of him before we got on the bike. He was minty and fresh and everything Edward as we breathed each other in and our tongues caressed. It was the same fire and passion as the first time, even though it was over two years later. But as our arms wrapped around each other and my leather jacket dropped to the sidewalk, I heard a loud throat clearing behind Edward.

We froze and pulled away from our heated kiss and I instantly felt Edward stiffen.

"Uh…sorry Captain, we were just heading out." Edward said sheepishly.

My father stood there holding Eric and simply shaking his head. I could see the disapproving look at my outfit and I just shrugged. He grumbled and Sue laughed and slapped him on the arm as Eric wiggled from his grip.

"Momma. Daddy." He babbled and reached out for us. I grabbed Edward's hand and we walked toward Charlie and Sue and pulled Eric from his arms.

"Hi sweetie, did you have fun with Grandpa and Grandma?" I nuzzled his hair and he smiled excitedly at me. We chatted for a moment as I held Eric propped on my hip. The juxtaposition of my overly sexed outfit while holding my son was not lost on me, and I felt uncomfortable. But now we needed to at least chat with them for a few minutes. Soon enough he wanted a hug from his Daddy and squirmed away from me to go to Edward. He laughed and squealed excitedly as Edward tossed him up and caught him. I just smiled at the sight of them together.

I threw on my leather jacket to cover up some of the skin, or rather exposed curves through my tight outfit, while I was standing there.

"Well you two better get going or you're going to be late." Charlie said.

"Yeah. Thanks again for watching him, we'll be back Sunday morning to get him." I said.

"Pssh. Take your time. It's not often I get to have a whole weekend with my grandson." My Dad waved his hand. As Edward passed Eric over, he started to whimper a bit. My Dad bounced him until he drew a smirk on his own face.

"Well you two look…ready for a night out. But be careful on that bike." He frowned.

"We will Charlie." Edward patted his shoulder and then I saw Charlie laugh at something.

"Edward you have some lipstick on you there." Charlie teased him and Edward blushed and wiped his mouth. He shook his head and we all laughed as we kissed Eric good-bye and climbed on the bike.

"Ready Mrs. Cullen?" Edward called back once I had my arms around him and my helmet secured on my head.

"Always for you Agent Cullen."

He shook his head and revved the engine. With one last wave we shot off down the Brooklyn street and the excitement was again racing through my body. As we approached the first light Edward finally turned back.

"So where are we going?"

I gave him the name of a popular pub in the Hamptons and he took off in that direction. We were staying the weekend at Carlisle and Esme's home and had the entire place to ourselves. I already called Esme to make sure of it. She laughed heartily when I told her my plans for the evening and the weekend. And it was perfect. We didn't have to pack a thing since we left clothes there for our frequent visits.

Hopefully we wouldn't have to wear them anyway…

Soon enough we were on the open highway and the wind was blowing through our hair. I could feel the muscles of Edward's abs beneath my touch and I clutched on with everything I had. As we rode out to the Hamptons with the warm breeze and the wind in our hair I couldn't help but think about the last year. It had been amazing, beyond description. To think that I was in such a different place before I met Edward was almost hard to fathom. I loved him more every day, for the man he was and the husband and father he had become. He was everything to me and Eric.

I smiled as I thought about our little boy as well. He was so sweet and inquisitive. He was all boy and wanted nothing but trucks and baseballs and blocks surrounding him. But I didn't care; he was everything to me…to us as well. I thought of how he really brought us together, even more than we already were. In my heart I knew that I would have ended up with Edward, but after everything that happened I couldn't imagine our lives without our little zoonie.

His nickname was something that stuck from the moment he was born when Edward called him zoontje. But I could never say the correct way to call him sonny in Dutch. To me it just sounded like zoonie when Edward called him that. I told him I didn't care and he just laughed so it stuck. To watch Edward with our son was magical in and of itself. I knew he would go to the ends of the earth for us. I knew how much he loved coming home and making dinner and playing with Eric. He loved his "normal" life since he was no longer undercover and I had to admit I loved having him around all the time, in public, in private—everywhere.

I felt the bike pull to a stop and I realized we were already at our destination. But I hadn't loosened my clutch on Edward in time and he turned around to look at me.

"What are you thinking about back there?" He asked as he pulled his helmet off of his head. I followed and gave him a small smile.

"How much I love you, and Eric, and my life." I shrugged and his eyes softened as he put his helmet under his arm and reached up with his other to stroke my cheek. I may have had some purposeful intentions tonight, but it was still our anniversary and he was still my ever romantic husband. I enjoyed just looking in his jade pools for a moment seeing the depth of emotion there.

"Bella, I couldn't say it any better." He whispered as he leaned in and gave me a kiss.

"Best year ever." I said as my lips met his.

"I agree. Happy Anniversary Liefje."

"Mmmm. Happy Anniversary."

Before long, we were making out on the bike like a couple of teenagers and we had to pull away breathless. I could feel the stares of a few of the patrons walking by and Edward laughed at it.

"You know technically we're still newlyweds." He said slyly as he stood up and offered his hand.

"Technically…and I hope you keep that thought for later." I gave him a devilish grin and stepped past him. But before I could get very far he gave me a light slap on the ass and then pulled me into him. I shrieked a bit at the impact through the leather pants and giggled as he kissed my head.

"I can't wait for later." He said lowly and I simply hummed in response.

We walked into the pub which was known for its burgers and beer selection. The atmosphere was young and vibrant and it felt great to be out as just the two of us and at the same time away from the city.

We claimed high top and I instantly threw my leather jacket over the stool. Suddenly I heard a low growl that sounded as though a dog were in there. But as I looked up I realized it was Edward. I glanced in the direction he was staring and noticed three men sipping their beers and staring at my ass. I chuckled as I sat down. But Edward had other ideas. He pulled my chair next to him and wrapped his arm possessively around my shoulders.

"Since when do you go all cave man?" I asked as I laughed at him. I knew he didn't like it when other men looked at me, but he was usually very good about keeping it to himself.

"Since my wife looks like sex incarnate and like she stepped straight out of a Harley calendar." He said gruffly. I saw him give the men one more dark glance and I laughed.

If they only knew…they really wouldn't mess with him.

Although I was never one for possessiveness, I had to admit I found it pretty hot when Edward made it known that I was his and his alone. He didn't do it often, but when he did it sent a chill up my spine, a thrill of desire.

As if I could ever be anyone else's.

"A Harley calendar?" I raised my eyebrow. "Doubtful."

He rolled his eyes as he leaned into me. "Liefje, you really don't see yourself clearly. Every man in this bar is jealous of me right now. You look sensational."

I smiled and blushed as Edward gave me a kiss.

He finally calmed down and slipped off his jacket and we ordered beers, burgers and fries. It was like a first date as a teenager—minus the drinking of course—and I laughed and joked with him as I fed him a fry or gave him a bit of my hamburger with hot peppers on it. He coughed and sputtered and downed half of his beer as I laughed that he couldn't take the spice.

It was perfect—no pretenses, no fancy dresses or suits, no distractions. It was just the two of us, in a pub, having a blast and enjoying our night together.

I snaked my hand up his thigh and he smirked as he returned the favor. I could feel the electricity pulsing between us as it always did. But we continued to eat and laugh and keep the urgency at bay.

After we finished our second beer, I strode back to the bathroom as Edward paid the tab. I knew where I wanted to go next. The build-up had been nice, but I wanted to be with my husband for the rest of the night, preferably naked and eventually in our bed at the house in the Hamptons.

I knew no one would be there and we had the house to ourselves for the rest of the weekend, a short quick getaway, and time to do whatever we wanted.

I quickly used the restroom and touched up my lipstick and combed through my hair. As I stepped back out and did my best to stalk back to the table I could feel Edward's eyes on me. I saw him glance at the three men who were once again staring and give them an evil glare. They immediately averted their eyes and I had to laugh under my breath.

As I finally made it to the table I took in every perfect line of my husband through his black t-shirt. I licked my lips at the sight of his firm muscles, his broad shoulders and of course his tattoos peeking out of the sleeve. No one would ever think he wore a suit every day, which I had to admit was equally as sexy, and worked as an attorney for the FBI. No, tonight he looked like the dark, passionate assassin that I met two years ago. But underneath I knew the real Edward, the sweet, loving, witty husband and father that I loved more and more every day. And because he was now mine he was even sexier.

"What?" He smirked at me.

"Nothing. Just you…isn't it against the law to look the way you do?" I teased.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes. He had no idea how gorgeous he really was. He didn't see the stares of the other women or feel their eyes on him. And I loved him all the more for it, because for even as attractive as he was, he truly had no idea and only had eyes for me, and I for him.

"If that's the case then I think you're the one committing the crime." He said lowly as he pulled me to him. I stood between his legs as he sat on the high top bar stool and gave him a simple kiss.

"What do you say we get out of here?" I said breathlessly as I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

He ran his hand through my hair and gave me a mischievous grin. "I'd say it's about time." And I laughed.

We both quickly put on our leather jackets and walked back out to the bike. I flipped my hair down and then put on my helmet and I heard a low groan behind me. I just shrugged and Edward shook his head. As we climbed on the bike he turned to ask me where we were going next.

"Your parents' place. We have it all to ourselves for the rest of the weekend." He nodded and as I squeezed my arms around his strong body, he fired up the engine and we tore out of the parking lot.

My mind and body were racing with expectation as though it was our first time all over again. I could feel the adrenaline in my veins as Edward opened it up a bit more on the highway. He must have been eager to get there as well. I decided to move my hands a little further down to show him how much I wanted him already. He tensed a bit and shifted but I continued to gently rub my hands against his lower abs.

In a matter of minutes we were pulling up the long drive to his parents place. The house was dark and the night warm and quiet as he maneuvered toward the overhang next to the garage. We could see the stars above us, feel the summer breeze and hear the ocean from the other side of the house.

As soon as we were in the darkness of the overhang I could feel my pulse quickening and the blood racing through my veins again. The entire night served to build up our anticipation. But before Edward could even turn off the engine I allowed my hands to move further down his waist until I reached the apex of his thighs. I felt him suck in a breath and I pressed my hand along his length through his jeans as he groaned and leaned back into me. He was already ready. I knew it by the look in his eyes as we left the bar. And so was I.

With one hand, I pulled off my helmet and immediately attached my lips to the back of his neck. I bit lightly and then sucked on the small imprint making him hiss and tense. The engine stopped and I could feel him making his way to turn around then but I stopped him.

"No. Stay there." I commanded and for once I wanted to take control.

I reached my other hand around to cup his balls as he ripped his helmet off his head.

"Fuck Liefje."

"Shh. Don't say anything." I snaked my hand under his jeans and his boxers until I was met with his perfect, hard, smooth shaft. The ache in my own core was now pulsing, but I had ideas for how I wanted this to work.

I stroked him up and down as he gripped behind my knees and brought my legs over his. I used my other hand to pop the button and open his fly as I increased my pressure.

He groaned loudly again and I could tell he was getting close to losing it so I stopped and pressed my hands down his thighs, up his perfect abs and over his strong chest. He was still in exceptional shape and the feel of his body under my fingertips caused me to burn with desire for him.

But before I could do anything else, he spun around and straddled the bike so that he was facing me. His eyes were searing into mine and the look on his face was so intense it almost took my breath away.

He crashed his lips to mine as he pulled me into his lap and wrapped my legs around him. I could feel his fingers gripping me through the leather, down my hips and my ass until he pressed one hand fully against my center.

"Ahh." I gasped at the feeling of his hand on me and as always any thoughts of control went flying out the window. Now all I cared about was that he fucked me on this bike and as soon as possible.

Our tongues fought and battled as I ran my hands through his hair. I pushed my fingers under his jacket and he threw his arms back to remove it. But at once they were back on my waist and working their way to that sensitive bit of skin right at the juncture of my hip. I shuddered as he stroked from my hip around my back to my belly button and I moaned at the warmth of his hands.

Too slowly, he snaked his hands up under my tank top and palmed my breasts. I pulled my mouth from his and made my way down his jaw to his neck to his ear where I bit lightly. I knew it turned him on when I did and I continued my ministrations as his fingers deftly moved below my bra and began tweaking my nipples.

We were at once frantic and needy, the raw passion between us as strong as ever. Edward ripped my tank top over my head and then sat me back. His eyes were fierce, his face flushed and his lips swollen from our endeavors. My chest was heaving from my labored breaths and Edward leaned me back against the bike as his hands firmly ran up my stomach and over my breasts.

Fuck I loved it when he touched me like that.

How he wanted me, he needed me.

And I needed him.

I moaned as his lips found my belly button and circled slowly until he placed hot fiery kisses up my abdomen.

"Liefje." He mumbled into my chest as he pushed back my bra and pulled my nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck." I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes as my hands found his hair.

"You are…without a doubt…the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on." I moaned as he moved to the other nipple and then reached around to unclasp my bra. I was now topless on the bike as he held me to him and continued his ministrations. My back arched as I tugged his head to my chest. I was lost in the sensations of him working me over yet again.

But I wanted to feel him, all of him against me.

"Edward." I gasped. "Take your shirt off."

He sat up and I immediately pulled his shirt over his head and had to admire the sight. I pressed my hands down his strong chest just taking in the perfection of man before me.

My Apollo, my Edward, my husband. Tattooed and sculpted and just fucking unbelievable.

And he was mine, all mine.

I flexed and squeezed my hands over his taught muscles and I could feel his eyes on me as his breathing picked up. At last I made my way down to his pants and found his erection again.

"God…shit." He groaned and one hand went to my hair.

"Turn around." I rasped as his lust filled eyes met mine.

"What?"

"I said turn around." I unwove my legs from his and hopped off the bike as he switched me places. He was straddling the bike and I stood with my legs on either side as well. I pressed my hands up his thighs and then tugged on his jeans to pull them down just a bit. It was enough to free him and at once I had my hand on him again.

He cursed and before he could stop me I bent down to run my tongue over the head.

"Fucking hell Liefje." He growled and I grabbed his hand which was gripping the seat and put it in my hair. He gripped it just enough to steady himself and I could feel him breathing in and out.

I worked my mouth down his shaft and back up again, swirling my tongue at the top and then loosening the pressure. He hissed and I removed my mouth as I kissed his lower abdomen.

"Tell me what you want Edward." I snaked my tongue along his pelvis, teasing him a bit.

"God…I…" I could tell he was at a loss for words and I smiled at the thought.

"Tell me." I commanded.

Then I moved my mouth to him again but he pulled me up by my arms and crashed my lips to his. I moaned into the kiss as he fisted my hair and clutched my ass with his other hand. In a matter of seconds it seemed like his hands were everywhere, gripping me to him with all he had as he found the pulse point on my neck. With a low growl he tensed as I grabbed him again.

"Bella, I want to fuck you over my bike." His voice was gravelly and hot in my ear and so fucking sexy.

"I thought you'd never ask." I said as I nipped at his neck.

"Oh I'm not asking."

Fuck.

My core erupted in fire as he stood up and picked me up at the same time. He turned and stepped over the bike and set me down.

"Turn around." He ordered and I could hear the desire in his voice.

I quirked my eyebrow at him and turned so that I was resting my arms on the seat, my leather clad ass was in the air and Edward was behind me.

"Christ." He growled as I felt his hands on my ass and pressing along my legs until they moved in toward my center.

"Holy shit, Bella, you are definitely wearing these again."

"I thought you didn't like other men looking at me in them." I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder and the look of pure passion on his face was undeniable.

"For me. Just for me Mijn Vrouw. You're mine." He said as his hands spanned my waist and pulled my ass back into him.

I moaned as I could feel his hardness against me and I wanted him inside of me immediately.

"Then show me." I responded and he gripped me tighter as I wiggled against him.

At once he was unzipping my pants and tugging them down my legs. But he didn't pull them all the way down before I felt him against me again.

"You better hold on Liefje." I moaned as I felt his fingers press against me and finally enter me, preparing me for him. "Fuck you're wet baby."

"Edward…" I whimpered because I was dying for him. He removed his fingers and without warning slammed into me.

"Fuck!" I cried out and gripped the seat.

"God damn Bella." He groaned and I could tell he was already fighting it off and steadying himself. But I wanted more. I pressed back into him and he growled as hand snaked into my hair. He began thrusting and I met him with each pass as he drove deeper and deeper. The feeling was exquisite as he took me over the Harley. With the dark night surrounding us, I felt as though we were doing something naughty again, as though we were teenagers.

"Fuck Liefje, the pants and the red heels, you're killing me." I could hear him gritting his teeth as I moaned at the sensation of him so deep inside me.

"Only for you babe." I managed to rasp and that only prompted him to pick up his pace.

I was already close, but I was doing everything to hold it off so I could just live in the moment: Edward taking me over his bike and unraveling at my hands.

"Harder. Edward, harder." I commanded.

"Christ." He grumbled and squeezed my hair as I arched back into him.

But soon he loosened his hold on my hair as his other hand continued to grasp my hip. He pulled me back into him, thrusting hard and deep and I cried out again. As soon as his fingers found my clit, I knew I was done for.

"Oh God, Edward!" I screamed as my orgasm crashed into me and I could feel him tense behind me.

"Shit Bella." He growled as he drove into me relentlessly and followed soon after. He leaned over and pulled me up against him, my naked back against his naked chest as we panted from our release.

After a few moments, he pulled out and then stood me up and bent down to remove my pants. I was now standing in only my red heels as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He nuzzled my hair and I could smell him and us and the cool night air as I stood there.

"So much for candles and romance on our first anniversary." He murmured in my ear.

"Fuck candles and romance. That was way better." I said.

I could feel him laugh against me and I turned my head to press my lips to his.

"You know wherever you are is perfectly fine with me. I don't need all that." I said quietly.

"I know. But I like to show you how much you mean to me. You mean everything to me Liefje. I can't even tell you how much I love you."

My chest tightened as I stared at him. He was everything to me as well, he always had been—from the first moment I laid eyes on him.

"I love you too…so much Edward." I whispered. I gently brushed my lips against his as we kissed slowly and reveled in the feeling of our bodies flush against each other. But soon enough I pulled his lip into my mouth and our kiss intensified.

I broke it off and lightly pressed my lips to his chin as I spoke again.

"You know…we could try for two for two tonight." I said huskily as I continued my trail down his neck.

"How's that?" He rasped and I could feel him responding already against my back.

"Well, isn't the Aston in the garage…I think once upon a time you promised to take me over that as well?"

He pulled back and I saw his eyes flash with fire as he gave me a small smirk.

"Well now…I better make my wife happy." He gave me a wicked grin and in a movement he lifted me up in his arms and I squealed at him. As we burst through the door of the garage I laughed at his eagerness.

"What?" He said.

"Nothing. Looks like your engine is raring to go again."

He chuckled as he sat me down and pressed me back against the hood.

"Oh Liefje, my engine is always primed and ready to go for you."

"Even after a year?" I quirked my eyebrow at him.

"Even more after a year." He bent down and kissed my neck. "Mijn Vrouw, I want you more every day and that's never going to change. I could never get enough of you."

"I feel the same way." I mumbled as his lips found mine again. "Now what do you say we rev that engine again?" I said as I sat back against the car and he lifted my legs to wrap around him.

"I say...let's see how high we can get her." He smirked as he pressed into me.

I gasped and moaned as I locked my lips to his neck. "Show me what you've got Agent Cullen."

"You really shouldn't have said that." He threatened.

Oh no Agent Cullen but I'll be so glad I did…

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