I know a lot of you have not checked out my recommendation "Wide Awake" yet.
Because you think fan fiction is lame, which it usually is, or you think this is Twilight rewritten, which it's not.
I PROMISE you (go look at the comments under my post "Adult twilight") you will be addicted- it's like a whole new twilight book, new story, plus sex.
Bella is Bella and Edward is Edward, but the story is different: She's traumatized by an in-home invasion back in Phoenix. Her mother was killed and she can't stand to be touched- especially by men.
Edward isn't a vampire but he's a bad boy - also traumatized by the death of his father in a fire and his mother's throwing him out because of it.
Neither of them can sleep because of nightmares, so they find themselves in a strange co-dependent routine of sleeping in the same bed - for some reason they are able to sleep when the other is there- but it's purely platonic - at first.
Here's a sample:
After minutes I felt him press a soft kiss to the top of my head while still rubbing my back. I don’t know what it was, but something about the soft kiss just broke me. I was tired of taking what I could get. I tilted my head up slowly to meet his eyes. When he felt my head move he leaned his head back a bit to meet mine. All I needed was one glace at those sad green eyes, and my mind was made up.
I used the hand that was stroking his hair and slid it down to the nape of his neck. He gazed quizzically into my eyes, but I didn’t have time for quizzes and questions, or I would lose the nerve. So I quickly pulled my face up and put my lips on his.
He stiffened and halted his movements on my back. Completely.
“Stop.” He whispered against my lips.
But I kept going. I grabbed his pouty bottom lip and kissed it softly between mine, waiting for him to respond. But he didn’t. He was still stiff. So I did what he did to me when I was frozen. I slid my hand around from his neck and cupped his face, gently rubbing his cheek with my thumb and taking his bottom lip again. But it didn’t work. I pulled back minutely and took his top lip between mine, softly kissing it and forcing my bottom lip in between his, hoping he would respond soon.
With one big gust of air, Edward finally responded. He brought his hand up my back and to the back of my head, crushing my lips into his. I began breathing heavily, sucking on his lips while he sucked on mine. I brought my hand to his hair and fisted the back of it, pulling his face closer to mine. I opened my mouth and dragged my tongue across his bottom lip. He didn’t hesitate like last time. He darted his tongue out and met mine, making me moan softly. He just pressed me closer to him, shoving his tongue into my mouth while I massaged it with mine. I sighed into his mouth, wrestling with his tongue and pressing my body closer. He groaned loudly into my mouth again, making my whole body heat up. But this time he didn’t pull away.
Instead he pushed me over onto my back and rolled on top of me never breaking the kiss, holding himself up with one palm while the other pulled my face closer. I fisted my other hand into his hair and tilted my head so I could go deeper into his mouth. He groaned again and pressed down onto my body with more weight. I could feel every inch of his body pressed tightly against mine. And the feeling of what I was doing to him made me moan into his mouth again.
He pulled away from my lips and started kissing and licking his way down my jaw to my throat. We were both gasping and our chests were pressed together so tightly that we were panting the same rhythm. I titled my head to give him better access, moaning at the sensation of his tongue on my neck. When I moaned he shifted roughly into my hips. And I could feel all of him. But I was too far gone to care about being indecent. I brought my feet up and wrapped them around his waist, whimpering softly, and needing to feel him do it again. He let out a throaty growl against my skin and shifted between my hips again, earning another moan from me while I pulled and tugged at his hair, pushing him further into my neck where he was kissing and licking.
It felt like every cell in my body was on fire. He lifted his lips from my neck and dragged them up towards my ear. I could hear his every raspy breath. “We need to fucking stop.” He whispered in my ear huskily. But I shook my head, panting, and shifted my hips against his again, arching my back off the bed, closer to his chest.
“Fuck” He groaned loudly into my ear and dropped his head into the crook of my neck, gasping for air and shaking his head, causing his nose to tickle my neck. And I was thinking that even though my virtue was supposed to mean something, I couldn’t quite remember why. But this time he pulled away. He rolled over beside me onto his back, his chest heaving up and down, and his eyes still closed.
I lied on my back, licking my swollen lips and catching my breath, and wanting to touch Edward in very inappropriate places. We laid there for minutes, until our breathing calmed down. I chanced a peek over at Edward and he still had his eyes closed.
“Edward?” I breathed, really hoping I didn’t just ruin everything. He opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to meet my gaze. He didn’t look angry, or upset. His eyes were dark, and he had a look of what I assumed, and hoped, to be lust in his eyes.
He let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. “That was really fucking stupid.” He muttered. I frowned at him. Not really understanding what was stupid about it.