Chapter 2

His rough, calloused hand raked through my brown locks as his thick fingers gripped my hip, and I arched my back into his heated touch. I could feel his smooth, russet skin against mine creating a pleasurable sort of friction. Warm, supple lips moved in intricate patterns down the slope of my neck, across my naked chest, and my exposed middle. I could hear his husky voice in my ear, and my responding whimpers and pleas filled the room.

"Bella!" A woman's voice broke through the fog of my lust-filled dream. I opened my eyes. The harsh glow of sunlight streaming in hurt my tired eyes and my throbbing head.

"What?" I croaked out, my voice hoarse and rough as I searched for my phone to see the time. I found it on the floor next to the jeans I couldn't remember taking off and flipped it open only to be surprised by the text message I found. It was from a Jacob.

Are you thinking about me?

Jacob? It took a few minutes for my sleep-addled brain to start functioning, and images of an earth-shattering smile, perfect, full lips, and tan skin assaulted my mind. My mystery man was Jacob. I squealed in delight just as Rosalie's blonde head burst into my room (or the guest room).

"What's going on? It's almost noon. Get up, girl! And why are you squealing like a teenager?" she mock-scolded, a wry grin playing on her rosy red lips. I rolled my eyes at her, ignored her question, leapt out of my bed, phone in hand, and locked myself in the bathroom across the hall. I heard her mumbling something as she went back into the kitchen. I stared down at his text, wondering how I should answer him. Should I just say fuck it and tell him yes, or should I try to play hard to get? Yeah, right, I chided myself. I'd never been a good liar or pretender. Fuck it then.

Yes. I held my breath after I hit send, sitting in the bathroom and drumming my fingers across the screen, my knees bouncing anxiously. I felt like I was in high school all over again. I gasped when I read his next message.

Good. I've been thinking about you all night. I need to feel your soft body against mine, your sweet lips…mmmm…please say you'll see me tomorrow. I have some family stuff today, but I need to see you again.

Wow. Was this guy for real? My mind was spinning with the feelings and fire this man was creating inside me. Sure, the lust factor was overwhelming-intoxicating even-but there was something else. I felt almost a magnetic pull to him, like there was something inside me that had been waiting for him all my life, a part of me that had already been claimed by him even though I'd never met him before. I shivered with desire and fright and excitement. I had never been one to believe in fate or destiny or serendipity or love at first sight…but there was just something profound and incredible about this man and my unmatched attraction to him. Just as I was about to respond, another name lit up the screen.

Edward.

I groaned loudly. The longer I was away from him, the more I started to see he wasn't what I really wanted. Sure, he was safe and familiar, and he loved me. But I just couldn't deny the pulsing and throbbing of my awakening soul or the very carnal and instinctual need I felt to experience Jacob. I decided not to answer. I'd just have to see what happened. For all I knew, Jacob might just want to get in my pants and then drop me like a hot potato. But hell, the way that man made me feel, I was at least going to find out.

I tossed the phone on the counter and turned on the shower. Just as I finished undressing and was about to climb into the billowing steam, my phone vibrated again with a new text message.

Meet me at my place. 7pm tomorrow night. I'll text you the address. Please say you'll come.

I smiled, and I was suddenly a little nervous. I mean, what did I even know about this guy? He could be some deranged serial killer or something. I decided to agree, but I would enlist Alice and Rose to come along-maybe Jacob had some friends too.

Okay, but I'm going to bring my two girlfriends. Is that all right?

Sure, sure. My friends will be here too to watch Monday night football. We always get together on Mondays. Hope that's okay. I figured you'd feel safer that way.

I must have been dreaming because this man was also considerate. I told him that was fine, tossed my phone on the counter, and stepped into a scalding hot shower. After feeling the heat of Jacob's body, I had a feeling I'd be taking a lot of hot showers until I got to feel it again.

Standing in that shower, images of Jacob started to come into my mind, and I closed my eyes and let my fingers trail down to my sensitive folds, caressing and circling the little bundle of nerves as I imagined Jacob's lips and fingers were there instead. I could almost picture his warm, flat tongue licking, his moist lips sucking as I trembled and convulsed in his arms, screaming out his name and begging for release. The water turned icy cold, stinging my flushed skin and snapping me from my little fantasy.

Frustrated and horny, I decided to call Jacob. Who cared if I was being forward? I wrapped a towel around myself and made my way into the room, locking the door and sitting on the edge of the bed with baited breath as the phone rang. On the second ring, his low, husky voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Bella."

"Hey, beautiful." I could almost hear the smile in his voice. I wasn't sure even how to do this, so I tried to conjure up my very best sex-kitten voice and just go for it.

"Are you alone?" I heard some shuffling and some quiet murmuring. Then a door closed before he spoke again.

"Yeah. Why? You thinking about me or that kiss last night?" His voice dropped lower, its raspy tenure sending shocks of pleasure right between my aching thighs.

"I was thinking about how wet you made me and how much I'm dying for you to touch me," I purred into the phone. My face was flaming red, but I tried my best to steady my voice as my fingers grazed the skin of my inner thigh.

"Fuck, baby. I'm so hard just thinking about your tight little body pressed up against mine. Ugh, I need to feel you so fucking bad," he grunted. I started rubbing tight little circles across my most sensitive area, closing my eyes and falling backwards, the soft mattress meeting my back.

"I wish you were here right now. I need to feel you inside me so bad-your fingers, your tongue…" I wanted to say it, but I was still new at this and a little embarrassed to talk so dirty.

"Shit, honey. Are you touching yourself? Oh, fuck, baby, I wish I could be there to taste that sweet pussy, ugh… I'll make you come so hard, baby, that you'll marry me tomorrow."

I couldn't even think straight. The more he talked, the faster my fingers moved until I was soaking my sheets and panting his name breathlessly into the receiver. I collapsed onto my soft bed, only slightly satisfied. How was I going to make it until tomorrow? And how could this man make me feel this way? I felt slightly disoriented and out of control, a hungry primal need for Jake, who possessed my thoughts and my body.

"Damn, baby. I wish I could see you today," he rasped into the phone, making my legs quiver and shake.

"Me too," I whispered, suddenly feeling a little shy and extremely selfish. He was quiet for a long moment before he spoke again, and his voice carried a little insecurity and nervousness as he spoke.

"Look, Bella, I know we just met last night. I know you said you were engaged, but I just… I don't know what it is yet, but it's more than just wanting to have sex with you; although, I'm dying for that too. I just… shit, I wish I could do this better, smoother…" He trailed off, suddenly sounding so young. The overconfidence and bravado was stripped away, and he seemed vulnerable.

"Jake, I feel it too," I answered his unspoken words, unsure of myself but willing to put myself out there just a little bit for him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," I breathed.

"Okay, well, I have some stuff to take care of with my family today, but I'll call you tonight, 'kay?"

"Sure, sure," I replied, and just as I was hanging up-my phone was already pulled away from my ear-I heard him whisper something too low for me to understand.