That’s a very good thing.

    Edward kissed me softly for a moment, and then he chuckled.
    “I was all braced for the wrath that was going to put grizzlies to shame, and this is what I get? I should
infuriate you more often.”
    “Give me a minute to work up to it,” I teased, kissing him again.
    “I’ll wait as long as you want,” he whispered against my lips. His fingers knotted in my hair.
    My breath was becoming uneven. “Maybe in the morning.”
    “Whatever you prefer.”
    “Welcome home,” I said while his cold lips pressed under my jaw. “I’m glad you came back.”
    “That’s a very good thing.”
    “Mmm,” I agreed, tightening my arms around his neck.
    His hand curved around my elbow, moving slowly down my arm, across my ribs and over my waist,
tracing along my hip and down my leg, around my knee. He paused there, his hand curling around my calf. He
pulled my leg up suddenly, hitching it around his hip.
    I stopped breathing. This wasn’t the kind of thing he usually allowed. Despite his cold hands, I felt
suddenly warm. His lips moved in the hollow at the base of my throat.
    “Not to bring on the ire prematurely,” he whispered, “but do you mind telling me what it is about this bed
that you object to?”
    Before I could answer, before I could even concentrate enough to make sense of his words, he rolled to
the side, pulling me on top of him. He held my face in his hands, angling it up so that his mouth could reach my
throat. My breathing was too loud — it was almost embarrassing, but I couldn’t care quite enough to be
ashamed.
    “The bed?” he asked again. “I think it’s nice.”
    “It’s unnecessary,” I managed to gasp.
    He pulled my face back to his, and my lips shaped themselves around his. Slowly this time, he rolled till he
hovered over me. He held himself carefully so that I felt none of his weight, but I could feel the cool marble of
his body press against mine. My heart was hammering so loudly that it was hard to hear his quiet laughter.
    “That’s debatable,” he disagreed. “This would be difficult on a couch.”
    Cold as ice, his tongue lightly traced the shape of my lips.
    My head was spinning — the air was coming too fast and shallow.
    “Did you change your mind?” I asked breathlessly. Maybe he’d rethought all his careful rules. Maybe
there was more significance to this bed than I’d originally guessed. My heart pounded almost painfully as I
waited for his answer.
    Edward sighed, rolling back so that we were on our sides again.