Thank you so much for the reviews. I apologize for it taking so long to update. I had jury duty *shudders* as well as many other prior obligations. This chapter is longer. =] Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight... I cry at night.

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Panic.

No other word was quite appropriate for the acidic feeling that raced through Bella's veins.

Her bare chest heaved, breathing in and out rapidly.

Here she was, her shirt and her bra bunched up to her shoulders, atop a very aroused werewolf's lap. And her father, the town sheriff, had just arrived at home.

Bella could not help but curse the universe and its horrendous attempt at humor.

"Bella?!" Charlie called out. "You home?"

Bella's eyes widened.

She looked at Jacob. He looked back at her.

Lightning fast, her pulled her shirt down, calling out "We're in here, Charlie!"

Her jaw dropped in shock. What is he doing calling Charlie in here?

"Try not to look so guilty." He whispered, as he gripped her hips.

He pulled her off his lap, quickly depositing her in her own seat.

Charlie's footsteps echoed throughout the house. "It was so quiet in here, I thought you guys had went ahead and eloped on us." He chuckled, rounding the corner into the kitchen.

Bella's face was fire engine red. Charlie's face switched from concern, to anger, to amusement.

"You two are still in the kitchen?" He said.

Bella said nothing, her face darkening another shade of red. Jake quickly answered.

"Yeah, Charlie. I had three bowls of her soup and I'm fighting the urge to go lick the pot on the stove clean."

A pause.

"Is that so?" Charlie's reply.

Charlie's head darted back and forth from the composed, innocent looking Jacob to the lobster masquerading as his daughter. Oh yeah, they had been up to something.

"Yes, Dad." Bella's voice cracked. She cleared her throat. "We left you some, though."

Charlie could not help the smile that tugged at his lips. "Now, isn't that thoughtful." He drawled. "Jacob, it's late. You better get home before your dad eats all the leftovers."

"Oh wow, it is late." Jacob agreed looking at the kitchen clock. "Bella..."

Bella followed him to the door, avoiding eye contact with Charlie. She opened the door and stepped out with him, closing the door behind her.

She looked at Jacob. Huge smile in place, his arms slipped underneath her shirt.

"Whoa!" She hissed.

"Calm down, Bells." He whispered, his hands reached behind her, clipping her bra clasp together again.

She blushed again as his hand retreated reluctantly from her shirt. He fixed her shirt, straightening her out.

"Thanks..." She whispered.

"Anytime." His eyes burned into hers.

Images flashed in her mind. Jake kissing her neck. Jake slowly lifting her shirt up. Staring at her. Kissing her breast. Softly sucking, nibbling. Jake. Jake. Jake.

Her stomach tightened as she thought of the things he was able to do her.

"Thanks." She said.

"You already he said that."

"For... everything." She whispered, hoping he would understand.

His lips smiled a warm smile. He leaned in, wrapping her up in a warm embrace.

"Would you be mad if I snuck in your window?"

"What?" She wasn't sure she heard right.

"I was asking if I could come up to your room."

"Wh... why?" She sputtered.

He grinned mischievously, his eyes darkened. "I promised you more. Didn't I?"

Mesmerized, she was astonished to find her lips moving of their own accord. "Yes." She whispered.

He kissed her softly. Before turning, whispering softly. "I'll be waiting for you."

Jogging down to his car, no doubt planning to park it down the street before he came back.

Bella took a deep breath of the cold night air, hoping to steel herself against what was to come.

Bella sheepishly shuffled in to find Charlie lounging on the couch, watching the tail end of the news.

"So you had a nice time?" Came his voice.

"Yes, but Jake is a bottomless pit." She was surprised at the calmness of her voice.

Charlie chuckled, throwing a glance over his shoulder. Did he suspect?

Silence. The weatherwoman droned on about rain and more rain.

Suddenly, his voice broke the quiet.

"You know, Bells..." He began. "It's okay to be a teenager."

She looked up to find him staring at her meaningfully.

"You are a good person, a great daughter... but sometimes I think you're too serious for your own good."

She was speechless.

"Jacob is good for you. I always knew that. Do you wanna know how I knew?" He questioned.

"How?" She couldn't help her curiosity.

Her father grinned. "I have never seen you blush around anyone as much as you do around him."

Skin flushing, she groaned. "Dad..."

Laughing he continued. "Bella, I'm just glad that you're loosening up a little. Jake is good for you in that way."

"Thank you, Dad."

"Now get up to bed and get some sleep." He chuckled. "All the blushing has probably worn you out."

She huffed and went to climb the stairs. She faked sluggishness, tossing a "Night, Dad" over her shoulder.

"Goodnight, Bells."

She hurried into her room, closing the door softly behind her.

Turning, she was delighted to see Jacob reclining on her bed.

"Hey, you." He softly said from his position on the bed, holding out in his arms in a come hither gesture.

She obeyed, not unwillingly, trying not to run as fast as she could into his arms. She sat on the bed, surprised to find that she was not nervous as she curled up in his arms, her back to him.

"Mmm, I could get used to this." He mumbled as he got comfortable beside her.

She smiled softly as his arms curling around her. Her arms moved to cover his as she kissed his warm hand.

She could feel his heart beating slightly faster and hers raced in response.

"There goes your heart again, Bella." He whispered in her ear.

"Can't help it." She replied.

"Good." Came his muffled reply, his lips nuzzling her neck.

She closed her eyes, lost in feeling. Her hand reached behind her to tangle in his hair, urging him to continue.

He pulled away. "You ready?"

Biting her lip, she nodded.

"Lie on your back." He ordered huskily.

She felt a thrill run through her. He sat up to give her more room, eyes roaming over her.

"You know... I liked you with your shirt all pushed up around your neck." He said, his hot hand trailing down her collarbone.

She gulped, closing her eyes.

"Bella, I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll like you even better with your shirt gone." He whispered, his hands traveling down to pull her shirt up.

She lifted her arms, aiding him in his removal of her long sleeved shirt. She was left in her bra.

He smiled, staring at her. "Yep, I like you more the less clothing you have on."

She couldn't help but laugh. A little too loudly.

"Charlie?" Jake asked, looking towards the door.

They waited. No footsteps.

"He wouldn't come in without knocking first." She whispered, finding it hard to breathe.

"We'll be quiet, then." He said, eyes locking onto hers.

He leaned forward, massaging his lips against hers. His hot hand trailed down her cool arms, eliciting shivers, hands cupping her face a moment before his lips trailed to her neck.

He exhaled sharply, sending a hot blast of air onto her neck. She gasped, turning her head to the side to give him better access. Grinning, his tongue tracing shapes on her neck before nibbling lightly.

Her hands clutched the shirt on his back. He leaned back, his hands confidently lifting his shirt over his head. Bella was faced with the familiar sight of his toned chest. But this time, she could touch.

Her hand reached out and traced the hot skin of his chest. Down lower, she grazed his nipple and his eyes flashed in the darkness. His hand moved to her thigh. Lower, her hand glided. Down to his abs to caress him there. Back and forth.

His breath hitched, his hand grasping her thigh much more firmly. He leaned her back, head hitting the pillow as his lips found her once again. He skipped her neck this time, his hands once again unhooking her bra. She eagerly flung the bra from her arms, it landing across the room.

He quirked an eyebrow.

She gave him a look.

His lips found her collar bone, kissing softly before trailing down to her breast. She sighed contentedly.

His lips locked onto her nipple and Bella found that it was quite hard to think.

"Mmm..." He hummed into her skin.

Her hands tangled in his hair, trying to pull him closer. His tongue swirled around her nipple relentlessly, and Bella could not help the moan that escaped her lips.

"What was that?" He whispered, swirling his tongue again. She answered him with a moan.

He thought it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He took the opportunity to press his chest against hers. They both gasped at the contact that was so new to both of them. Bella pressed up against him, rubbing back and forth. Enjoying the feeling of his hard chest against her soft. He groaned when her nipples grazed his skin.

"Bella..." he whispered, his voice tortured. "I want to see you."

Her eyes hazy, she looked into his eyes, confused.

His hand traveled to the button on her jeans. And her eyes widened in realization. She hesitated.

"Bella, I'd never do anything to hurt you." He whispered reassuringly.

"I just..." His voice cracked. "I just need to see all of you."

Her heart tripped. He took her silence as rejection, he moved to lean back.

Her hand stopped him. He heard the pop of her jeans button, eyes widening.

Her hand on his, moving it to her zipper. He willed his hands not to shake as he slowly eased her zipper down. Reaching down he pulled her jeans down her smooth legs.

He took a deep breath before trailing his hand up her calf, to the underside of her knee, and up her thigh. She was incredibly soft. His eyes drank her down in eager gulps, his eyes finally resting on her delicate hip bones.

"May I?" He breathed, motioning to her underwear. She nodded slowly, trying to control her breathing.

He hooked a finger in her underwear before slowly pulling it down her legs and dropping them beside the bed.

Hands shaking, he clenched his fists. Fighting to stay in control.

"You are the definition of beautiful." He whispered. Heart swelling, she smiled.

His hand felt the delicate curve of her hip before trailing back down to her thigh. His hand tangled in the silky, dark curls between her legs.

Her breath came in pants.

His fingers finally slipped down farther, feeling her wetness.

"Oh my god..." He murmured.

Her mouth fell open. "Jacob..." She bit her lip.

His fingers trailed in circles over her bundle of nerves. She bucked her hips, clenching her eyes shut. Gripping the sheets. A whisper. "Please..."

"I have waited so long for you..." He leaned down to press a kiss to her hip bone, before dipping his head to her thighs. He inhaled, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"Damn, Bells..." He whispered. "You smell so good."

His lips latched onto her thigh, sucking gently. The smell of her arousal intensified. "Mmm... you're ready, alright."

Bella's hands gripped the sheets as his tongue slid against her sex in one long, hot swipe.

"Oh..."

His tongue teased her, barely touching where she needed it most. A strangled cry escaped her lips. With a muffled chuckle, he sucked on her nub. Bella's hands shot forward to grasp his hair, pushing and pulling at the same time.

He brought his hand up as he licked and kissed , dipping a finger inside her.

Bella couldn't help the curse that escaped her lips. "Ah, fuck..."

Jacob could have died right then. Bella was cursing because of the immense pleasure he gave her. He hardened painfully inside his jeans. He gasped at the hot, wet, tightness. His finger slid slowly in and out, stopping every so often to curl up inside her.

"Oh. My. God." Bella panted, bringing her hand up to bite down, stifling her cries.

He quickened his movements, adding another finger, feeling her tighten around his fingers. Fighting to stay in control, he sucked harder, swirling his tongue as his hand sped up.

Bella felt like her world was going to explode. Something was building inside of her, a stack of blocks getting taller and taller until... they were all knocked down.

Calling his name, she saw stars behind her eyes. Her body convulsed, breath stuttering.

He leaned back, his lips glistening. She sighed as his fingers withdrew from her. She opened her arms to him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

"That was..." She began.

He looked into her eyes, happy to see glistening admiration.

"I love you more than you'll ever know." She whispered.

His chest tightened as he kissed her lips. "I love you back."

He turned her onto her side, pulling the covers up over her naked body. His arms snaked around, holding her soft stomach, pulling her against him.

"Mm, my Bella."

"My Jacob." She answered, snuggling against him.

She felt his hardness pressing into her bottom, feeling a surge of lust and guilt.

"Jake, what about you?" She whispered.

"What about me?" He asked.

She pushed her butt back, brushing against his erection. A groan came from low in his throat.

"Oh, that." He whispered breathlessly, pulling her bottom tightly against him. A sharp intake of breath.

"Don't worry about me." Came his voice.

"But..." She began. "I could help..."

"Bells, I'm alright. It was more than enough to touch you and taste you tonight." He whispered in her ear.

"Next time, I might just take you up on your offer, though," He grinned. "You have no idea how hot you are."

She blushed. "So you'll let me return the favor next time?"

"If you want..." He breathed in, calming himself down. "But don't feel like you owe me anything, Bells."

"No, I want to." She replied, turning around to kiss him.

He grinned against her lips. "Mmm, you better get some sleep before I can't help myself and ravish you all over again."

"Promise?" She whispered.

He smiled, knowing that she would be his undoing.