Encore ... Neopolitan by CiaraShayee

He was the beautiful blond-haired stranger from the bar, and she was the pretty brunette barmaid who couldn't resist him. Together, they burned. Apart, they were cold. As cold as the ice cream trickling over the fingers of a little boy with strawberry hair. There are a million different flavors of ice cream out there worth trying, or maybe just one; Neapolitan

“So, Jake’s not your boyfriend. Could I be so lucky as to assume that there isn’t one?”

Bella smirked, raising her eyebrows. “Why, Mr. Cullen…are you flirting?”

Instead of being embarrassed, Carlisle simply grinned, a wicked sparkle to his gaze. Bella came to the sudden realization that her pretty new lace panties probably weren’t going to make it.

Ah well, never mind. Totally worth it.

“Maybe I am. Would that be okay?”

“Well…” Bella pretended to think about it. She loved the way it made Carlisle frown, his eyes narrowing, lips pursing, long fingers tapping the glass in his hand. She wanted those fingers on her.

Or in me, whatever. I’m not greedy. Okay, so maybe I am.

Electricity hummed in the air between them, warmth radiating from Carlisle’s knee where it touched Bella’s calf hanging over the bar. Even through their trousers, she could feel him; feel the vibrations skittering from his body into hers. It felt as though somebody had plugged her into a power point, energy thrumming through her veins and jump-starting her heart as he let his free hand glide up; from the top of her foot encased in her old Chucks, over her shin, her knee where he paused to draw circles which made her shiver. Finally, he stopped at her thigh, lazily squeezing. She shook, desperate for his hand to climb higher to the point between her thighs where she burned for him. Where she ached for his fingers or those kissable lips.

“Bella?”

“Hm?” Drunk on the feeling of his hand on her, Bella managed to blink and meet his eyes.

She noticed the heat within them just a second before he changed his hold from gentle to firm, giving her one quick tug to yank her from the bar onto his lap. She straddled him on the stool, squealing quietly when it rocked twice before settling. Bella had barely a second to orient herself before he stole the breath from her lungs, his lips crashing roughly against hers. She hesitated briefly before responding in kind, clutching his strong shoulders as she eagerly welcomed his tongue into her mouth, their kiss all heat, fire, and passion.

He tasted of whiskey but also sweet like Coke, and vaguely minty, like he’d had a fresh mint or smoked a menthol before returning to the bar. His thighs were solid beneath her, his chest firm against hers as she pulled herself as close as possible and nipped at his lower lip.

Bella all-but melted into a puddle at the groan he emitted when her teeth clamped down gently.

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