The Man Who Can't Be Moved Ch 38 Teaser

The chapter should be up in a couple of days... Sorry for the wait. Things have been insane lately, if you didn't catch that statment last week ;)

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Halfway through washing my hair, I heard Rosalie’s muffled voice. I strained to listen to her, because I was going to kick Emmett’s ass if he was in my bathroom while I was naked, and nearly threw myself out the shower door when I heard her utter “Edward” quietly. The only thing stopping me was the fact that, as previously stated, I was naked.

“Gimme the phone,” I demanded, popping my head out from behind the heavy glass door.

“Bella, you’re going to get shampoo in your eyes.”

“I don’t care. Give. Me. The. Phone.”

She laughed. “You can’t rinse your hair first?”

I shook my head obstinately.

“Suit yourself.”

I snatched the phone out of her hand and pushed my soapy hair back so that I didn’t ruin it. “Hi, baby.”

“Anxious to talk to me, are we?” he chuckled. “I’d have waited, love.”

“I wanted to hear your voice,” I admitted sheepishly, earning another chuckle.

“I understand you’re naked.”

I flushed and snuck a glance at Rose. “Yeah.”

“And wet.”

“Holy shit,” I breathed. The sound of his voice had me aching in a completely different way. “Stop doing that.”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” he replied thickly. “The fact that you’re naked and wet has me wanting to catch the next flight home so I can feel you writhing against me when I fuck you?”

I stuttered something incoherent back; Rosalie snickered, so I flipped her off.

“God, I miss you,” he moaned. “I miss your taste, your sounds; your scent. I miss the way your body wraps around mine…”

“Wh-“ I swallowed hard. “What time is it there?”

“Can’t handle it this morning?” he teased.

“Rose is here,” I murmured.

“Yes, I know.”

“That’s not fair,” I pouted.