He heard Isabella gasp and quickly looked up, mortified when he saw the tears in her eyes, even more so when he heard the anguished, "Edward, what have you done?" escape from her lips.
"You hate it, don't you? I fucking knew it. Beautiful, I'm so sorry, we can change it back," he said so fast he tripped over his words in a frantic attempt to make things better. "Isabella, I'm..." he started to say but was interrupted.
"Stop...just stop," she told him forcefully.
How did he...he was...she swore one day he'd...Isabella thought.
She stared at him, so blown away by what he'd done. Just when she thought she couldn't possibly love him anymore...he did something totally unexpected. His green eyes stared anxiously back at hers and it wasn't until she saw them cloud over in disappointment and pain that she snapped out of the trance she was in.
Before she knew what she was doing, she flung herself into his arms, heedless of the fact that she was still dressed in her work clothes...or that she had taken her husband completely by surprise. Luckily for her, he caught her with no problem and immediately wrapped his arms around her, holding her flush against his body. Never in her life had she been so grateful that she'd decided to wear dress pants, especially when she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"I love you...I love you...I love you," she said between kisses all over his face.
Edward felt his heart start beating again when he heard her words. "Oh, thank God," he breathed out and then covered her mouth with his. He plunged his tongue in her mouth, needing so badly to kiss her. Their tongues tangled in their frenzy, each seemingly as desperate as the other.
Isabella was lost in a haze of a lust so pervasive she could barely see straight, but she knew what she wanted.