A/N Hey. This is my first fanfiction, so please review and let me know how I am doing. I know i promised Lemony goodness, and believe me you will get some. however this is a work in progress, so I may tease you for a while :)

Edward POV

I watched as the sweat slid slowly down her neck, skimming her collarbone, caressing her chest till it slipped silently behind her dress into the unknown. This woman was mesmerising. Her hips were leaning into the rhythm being beaten out by the Mariachi; the intense beat was hypnotic when played out by her hips. Her hands were twisting and pulling at the air, their need to feel the music, the atmosphere, was insatiable. Long, dark brown hair cascaded behind her, gently stroking her bare back. I could not take my eyes off her she captivated me. Barely taking in my surroundings I raised from my chair, grabbed my bottle of tequila and moved to a table closer to her, still my eyes were held by her curves and her movement.

I could smell her now. Her heady scent almost masked by the sweet smell of the Mexican Orange blossom that grew on every wall of the tiny courtyard, the little white flowers tumbling downwards, their petals almost like snow upon the dusty ground. I could hear the mumblings of the people surrounding me, the staff of the Loncheria running drinks to customers, all of who did not exist to me, not whilst she was moving in front of me. The night was alive, the air was electric, and a storm was imminent.

As the music got more urgent and the Mariachi released more passion into their instruments, she turned towards me. With her eyes closed she began to let the music consume her. She was intoxicating. Curvy lips that held a slight smile, containing secrets I was desperate to uncover, led up to heat flushed cheeks, cheek bones that were envious to any woman. I let my eyes linger on the nape of her neck, watching as tiny beads of sweat collected there, her hair sticking slightly against her. The desperation I felt inside of me for this woman was almost uncontainable. The want and the need for her to open her eyes, to see me, were unbearable. As her white dress skimmed her knees, my attention was drawn to her long lean legs. She was dancing barefoot, the dirt from the floor rising in small clouds underneath her. Her feet moving quicker and quicker as the rhythm began to pick up even more pace. She began to turn in a circle, turning and turning, faster and faster, her arms held up in the air, head flung back. The skirt of her dress was floating in the air around her, climbing higher and higher, the image of her toned thighs enticing me to want more.

I was entranced watching her spin faster and faster, lost in the music and her. Then suddenly the music stopped, the beauty before me stopped, straight in front of me. I held my breath, waiting for her to open her eyes and see me, but the music started up again, slowly this time. I recognised the melody, it was similar to the erratic one before, yet somehow more melancholy. She continued to sway, I continued to watch, and take sips from my bottle. As the music began to draw to a close she sunk slowly to the ground. It took me a while to realise the music had finished; she was still settled on the ground. I got to my feet and walked over to her. Standing slightly away from her, yet close enough to catch her scent again; I took a deep breath in, memorising it, like I could ever forget.

She tensed ever so slightly, acknowledging my presence. She had still yet to open her eyes. It was obvious that the music had affected her emotionally so I just let her come back to her senses, waiting. I was just standing there watching her, her chest rising and falling, her breaths becoming slower and deeper. I was watching her so intently that I didn't even realise she was looking back at me. I lifted my head slightly to look into her eyes. What I saw there was not something I expected. My breath caught in my throat as I stared into the most gloriously beautiful eyes I had ever seen, eyes that seemed to see straight through me and rendered me speechless.

BELLA'S POV

The heat was sticking to me, engulfing me. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back, reaching my panties. The music was moving inside me, making me sway. I couldn't take anymore; it was like a lover that enjoyed to tease. Standing up I left my friend Alice at the table.

"Bella, what are you doing?" she called after me, but I was too involved to answer her.

As I let the music wash over me, I closed my eyes. Swaying my hips side to side, kicking off my shoes, I let myself go.

As the music consumed me even more, I let it possess more of my soul. I could feel eyes all over me, people watching my performance. Usually I would be embarrassed, this time however, I simply didn't care. I was on holiday and I wanted to feel free. It had been a shit couple of months for me, bad break-up, crap job and no way out of it. Alice had suggested that I join her in Mexico whilst she wrote some article for something or other. I didn't care, all I could think about was the free holiday to Mexico and the release from my mundane life.

I reached up into the air, twirling around and around, dissolving my world into a mass of nothingness. As the music stopped I stopped, suddenly feeling lost. Then the music started up again, slower this time. The emotion of the music overthrew me and I slowly sunk to the floor, letting it engulf me.

It was a few minutes before I even realised anyone was standing there. I tensed, unsure of myself once again. I could smell him, typical man scent, however, there was something just behind it…was that honey? I could also smell tequila. Not wanting to deal with a drunk I kept my eyes closed, hoping he would move on. When he didn't I resigned myself to open my eyes. WOW. Incoherent thoughts sputtered through my brain. This man was gorgeous, unbelievably sexy. His white shirt undone just enough for me to catch a glimpse of some seriously hard abs, his khaki shorts sitting just below his hips…no underwear. Nice! Long muscley legs and flip flops. I flicked my gaze up to his face. Strong chiselled jawline, slightly crooked mouth and hair that just screamed to be pulled. He was sexy as hell. And he was looking at me, straight into my eyes. Shit. Did he notice my little recon of his body? He was just standing staring at me. Was he ok?

"You Ok?" I asked.

This seemed to snap him out of his weird state. He offered me his hand, his mouth turning up into a crooked smile. The butterflies in my stomach did butterflies! I nervously place my hand in his as he helped me up.

"I'm just fine thank you. Are you ok?" his voice was husky and deep. My hand was still in his and I could feel his pulse through our touch. It was quick.

Suddenly my senses were intensified. My hand tingled where he touched me, his smell encased me and the things that were happening in my knickers were insane from just a touch. The sweat trickled down my back, down my neck, down my breasts. I watched his eyes follow a drop that fell down my cleavage. My heart began to beat insanely quickly and if at all possible my knickers just got even wetter.

"Er…yeh. I'm good thanks." I noticed that he still held my hand in his.

"You can let me go y'know." He dropped my hand and I instantly wanted him to hold it again. Hell I wanted his hands to hold every part of me, touch me everywhere. Anything as long as he was touching me, I wouldn't care!

He looked into my eyes and held my gaze. He took a step closer and I swear I stopped breathing.

"Bella? What are you doing? What was that all about? Oh shit…we need to go, like, now. Come on." Alice grabbed onto my arm as she hurried me away. I looked over my shoulder, nearly tripping over my feet doing so, but I didn't care. I had to take one last look at the Adonis who had made me feel things I had never felt before.