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(A/N: Thanks for the reviews, faves, and alerts! Warnings: sexual content. I really hope I did alright on that scene…eek. Pay attention to the dates!)

Chapter 8: Ecstasy

Sweet sensations

Hot temptations

Coming over you

Early December

Two days before the return to Forks

(Bella's POV)

"You've been avoiding me."

Startled at Jacob's voice, I glanced up to find him leaning against the doorway to the kitchen. I'd been poring over our flight details and the contracts the movers had left to be signed.

He'd been outside all day, helping move our belongings and completing the final stages of yard work necessary for the people soon to be living here. Our goal was to make the house as perfect as possible, with no complaints following our departure.

Now, he was freshly cleaned, clad only in his shorts, his hair wet. I averted my eyes, attempting to control my ever constant desire for him.

After his confession last night, I'd regrettably lost my cool and ended up blowing up at him. I wasn't ready to forgive, but we'd agreed to not let this bother us.

Jacob had felt so guilty, that he'd been spending as much as today as he could to try to make me feel better, while giving me the space he thought I wanted. He'd even made breakfast in bed for me. Jacob had never been much of a chef, but I figured months of confinement in Canada required a person to find something to do.

Or someone.

I shook off the thought. We were going back home in two days. Two nights left for us.

Jacob hadn't touched me in nearly 24 hours.

I knew he was ashamed, but touch had always been an unwavering thing between us and to be deprived of it was painful.

I turned to look at him again. His arms were crossed and he scowled, a dismal look clouding his eyes.

I twiddled the pen I held between my forefingers, refusing to look at him again. "I-I'm not."

He walked forward and knelt down to my level from the end of the bar. I was seated on one of the sides. "Yeah, you are," he said, irritated. "How many times do I need to tell you that I'm sorry? I thought you were over this!"

"How can I be over it in one day?" I met his eyes. "I know you're sorry. You don't need to keep apologizing." I sighed, deeply, as I placed my head in my hands. "What's done is done," I whispered, looking at him again. I stood up, gathering the papers in my hands as I lumbered over to one of my carry-on bags. "You can't go back and change what's happened." My voice was inaudible to other human ears as I finished, "We can't alter anything in the past as much as we'd like to." I snapped the clutch of the bag shut and dared another glance at Jacob.

He was hunched over the bar, tapping his fingers. His jaw clenched as he stared at me from the corner of his eye. "You don't want me anymore do you? Who could blame you? I'mdamaged goods."

Shocked, I immediately brought my head up and jogged over to him beside the bar, my hands resting on the table, mere inches from his as I met his eyes. "No, I do want you, more than anything. I just…this is hard, okay?" I linked my arms across my chest, rubbing my shoulders as a chill swept through me. "You haven't even touched me since last night. What am I supposed to think?"

He stood to his full height and began to pace around the area near me. "Bella. How are these hands," he held up his hands, "supposed to make me feel, when I'm touching you're completely untainted body? I'm the onlyguy that's ever touched you, Bella. As much as I'm proud it's me, you have to let me have a guilt trip, okay?" He pleaded with me with his eyes.

I let out an annoyed laugh. "You've been guilty for months, Jake! I think that voyage should have ended by now…"

"…when all along, you didn't have a clue?"

"I-I…" I started to speak then I clamped my mouth shut. "I-I never said I didn't have a clue. I just chose to ignore the hints thrown at me."

This was torturous, being strides away from him and not having any physical contact with his skin. It'd been a day.

I was in love with this man and we'd get through this together. Wasn't that what couples did? He was with me. These girls were history.

It was as if I'd spoken out loud. "I'm sorry I haven't touched you. I just feel so filthy, you know? Do you want me touching me?"

"You've been doing just that for months, Jake!" I argued. "Why stop now? Do you know what it's doing to me? I feel so…unloved." I had no other words to describe precisely how I felt.

He staggered back, shaking his head. "Just give me another day, okay?"

Another day. Tomorrow was our last night here. I neededhim.

"Fine," I whispered. "We can sleep in separate rooms tonight and spend the day apart tomorrow." My throat tightened as the tears threatened to bubble over. "If that's what you want."

"Please?" He muttered, focusing on an indistinct spot on the floor.

My hands were splayed against the back of a chair at the dining room table. "I want you to make love to me tomorrow night." His head shot up and I bravely met his eyes. "I've been planning to sleep with you before we returned home for weeks now. No mistake, or girl, is going to modify that decision."

Frustrated, Jacob grazed his hand over his face. "You're confusing the hell out me, Bells. What do you want, exactly?"

I marched towards him, feeling the heat radiating off of him. The warmth was something I'd never get sick of. My heart was pounding. "I want you…always."

He stared into my eyes briefly before stepping away. "Alright. If you're sure."

He was halfway through the kitchen door, as I stood in the middle of the floor, immobile. "Yes. We can't let this tear us apart. It's before us. I want all of you, tomorrow."

The tension between us was unbearable. I was tempted to let him take me there, but hewasn't ready.

He gave me one last longing look before he retreated to the other side of the house, opposite mine.

He still hadn't even placed a finger on me.

My eyes brimmed with tears.

The next day, the night before 'the return'

Jacob had disappeared for a few hours as evening approached. We'd been dancing around each other all day, finishing packing and cleaning. He had muttered something about shopping, which surprised me, but it also enabled me to stay home alone for a while. I needed to compose myself.

I'd spent my time shaving, waxing (God help me, why do I put myself through this torture, again?), and preparing dinner. I was willing to show Jacob just how much I wanted this behind us, even though, deep down, I knew it'd be an ominous cloud suspended over our heads for a while coming.

I was still waiting for the worst of the storm to strike, but tonight was about him and me, now, and giving ourselves completely to each other. Nothing else.

I'd chosen to wear slim fitting, dark blue jeans and a low cut, brown, snug sweater that hung off my shoulders. I wanted to look nice. I'd even took the time to blow dry my hair, and it fell in soft curls to my mid back. I passed on the makeup. I had never been much of a makeup girl and tonight was about no cover up. Nothing to conceal my body. Just me, exposed, unaltered.

Besides, Jacob adored my freckles and cherished every moment I blushed. My cheeks would tint anywhere from a faint pink to a rosy stain, and he thought it was the cutest thing ever.

I daringly slipped on the heels Autumn had purchased for me months ago that I'd never worn. After a brief glance in the mirror, confirming I did indeed look alright, I walked into the kitchen.

The front door opened. I was caught by surprise and my hand on the handle of the frying pan jerked, nearly knocking the pot from the stove to the floor. I turned to see Jacob stride in, clothed in a shirt and tie.

"Are you serious?" I giggled.

He paused and gawked at me, embarrassed. "Yeah. Is that a problem?" I shook my head. His uneasy demeanor was almost endearing. "Besides, who says I can't dress up for you?" He paused to take in my appearance.

The splendid feeling of being wanted returned.

"You look…beautiful."

"Yeah." I tucked a stray hair behind my ear. "You too." And he did. He looked sexy as hell and despite what had happened the past few days, I just wanted him naked, in my bed, now.

Had my parents failed to inform me that I was born a hormonal, teenage boy with female body parts?

I jumped when Jacob's body was suddenly in front of me, holding a bundle of roses, blushing like a child.

I laughed. "You're sweet, really." I retrieved the flowers from his grasp and our fingers brushed briefly, causing electricity to surge through me. My breath caught in my throat. The touch, along with being in such close proximity to him, was beginning to affect me, initiating the familiar emotion of lust throughout my body.

And then I decided to look into his eyes. He was grinning. "You like them."

I steadied myself against the counter as my knees wobbled. His scent, him. Two days was too much to handle. "Yes. You're trying to be a suck up, aren't you?"

He shrugged, blushing. "Sure, sure. Whatever you want to think."

I was at ease again. The discomfort we shared yesterday was forgotten.

Wewere back again. He and I. Jake and Bells.

I arranged the roses rapidly in a glass filled with water. He'd actually bought real roses. He knew even the tiniest gesture would capture my heart. Not that it didn't already belong to him.

As I turned back around, I found myself face to face with a heavily breathing, hazy eyed Jacob, pressing my body against the counter. His arms were situated on either side of me and he was inches away from my face.

My body reacted instantly, and I flushed as my own eyes clouded with lust.

His voice was deep, thick, as he motioned his head towards the stove to my right side, "You made all this?" I'd shut off the oven earlier when he'd arrived, cooling the food.

I barely nodded. He was so close to me. The look in his eyes told me one thing: Fuck dinner. I want you now.

I couldn't agree more.

I held his blistering gaze for a second as my breath quickened. His hands reached for my waist, palms open, and I moaned at the touch, luring his eyes to my own as he moved closer.

I ran my hands along his clothed chest, telling him what I wanted with my hands. "Do you want me? Take me," I swallowed, hopefully sounding seductive.

His eyes softened. "You're absolutely sure, right?" My hands circled around his neck, touching the strip of skin revealed just below his hair line. "Do you need to ask?" He arched an eyebrow. "Yeah, I am," I chuckled quietly.

Gonna take it slow babe

Do it my way

Keep your eyes on me

Your reaction

To my action

Is what I want to see

Rhythmic motion

Raw emotion

Infiltrating through.

Within moments, I was laying on my back in my bed, kissing Jacob urgently. My hands flitted through his hair, as his own crept under my sweater, grazing the skin there, leaving the familiar trail of fire.

I fumbled with his tie. "I feel bad that you couldn't wear this longer…"

"There's always another time," he sniggered.

Time. That was what we had.

I detected a tremor in his words and I knew both of us were nervous, if my clumsy fingers were any sign.

I'd finally loosened the tie and proceeded to unbutton his white shirt. The fabric was practically paper thin. My hands slipped in between the flaps, my mouth passing over his abdominal muscles, his chest, as I removed the shirt off his shoulders. I delighted in the feeling of his smooth, flawless skin beneath my hands. It blew my mind how his russet skin was perfect, blemish free.

Like the rest of him.

It must be his wolf genes. Normal teenage boys were usually cursed with acne at his age. But Jacob was far from ordinary.

He tossed the shirt to the end of the bed and I let out a tiny sound of protest. It was such a classy shirt. My grief for the shirt was short lived though as Jacob's mouth covered the bare skin of my stomach as he pulled my nearly sheer sweater over my head. His tongue, lips, and teeth marked the skin revealed.

I trembled. I'd missed this.

Jacob fell between my knees and I pressed my body against his. "Too many clothes," I spoke through kisses, the heat already surrounding me. I went to work unbuttoning his trousers, while he, with difficulty, tugged my jeans down my legs. "Geez, Bells. Are these the right size?" He laughed timidly. I lightly smacked him and pulled him against me, kissing his mouth, his shoulders, and his chest. I couldn't stop touching him.

Only then did I realize he'd gone commando as I shed the pants from his body. I should've known. It was standard for him and the pack. Clothes interfered with phasing.

His arousal pressed against my own as he detached my strapless bra from the front, sliding it off me. His hands cupped my breasts, eventually replaced by his tongue. I threaded my hands through his hair, moaning, squeezing my thighs together, and rubbing my crotch against his.

We were impatient. We'd gone from completely clothed to almost entirely naked within a few minutes.

His long index finger slipped beneath the fabric of my thong, a path of heat left in its wake.

His eyes widened as he noticed I was actually wearing a thong. He dragged it down past my ankles, holding it by one of its strings between his fingers. "Too bad you couldn't wear this longer."

Despite the fact I was about to give myself to him and have sex for the first time, I couldn't help but laugh breathlessly at him mirroring what I'd said earlier about his shirt.

He grinned, pressing his forehead against my own, gazing into my eyes. A smile crept across my lips again.

He kissed me, slowly, working his mouth over the surface of my body and running his hands over every curve. As much as his actions were driving me wild, we'd been engaged in foreplay for months now.

I just wanted him.

(A sex scene was here, but because of fanfiction's guidelines you will have to go to my BlogSpot OR my group for this story on JacobBlack-n-Pack linked in my profile to read the scene. JacobBlack-n-Pack has full chapters and BlogSpot will just have the scenes. I hear they're taking down the more graphic stories here, so to be safe, the scene is there. I know it's annoying, but I'd rather not have this story deleted)

Our chests rose and fell rapidly in sync. My sweltering hands grasped Jacob's face as I kissed his cheeks, all over his face trying to stabilize his breathing. He felt hot, much more than usual. "Jake, you have to get off of me," I gasped. He withdrew his body from mine immediately, murmuring an apology as he rested on my opposite side, lying on his back, both of us struggling to catch our breath.

"I love you, you know that, right?…did we really just…? Wow." I laughed and turned towards him to see his almost puppy-like expression staring back at me. I smiled. "Yeah, we did. It was…no words can describe it." I kissed his shoulder. "I love you too. Thank you."

He kissed my lips and rolled over to his side.

No way.

I wasn't done with him yet. I crawled over to him, caressing his arm and nibbling his ear, sucking the sensitive skin behind it. I'd only recently discovered that spot was his weakness. He tensed and flipped to his side, wrapping an arm around me in an instant as my upper body molded against his. His pupils were dilated, one of my favorite expressions on him. "Aren't you tired?"

I licked my lips, giving him a look I'd concluded worked on him, since I'd frequently and successfully used it the past few months "With you? Never."

In a second, he had me flat on my back and continued to make love to me all night long, until sleep and food became necessities.

I wasn't going to let Autumn know she was right, but the rumored endless amount of stamina for werewolves was true.

And I couldn't get tired of him, his smile, his voice, his touches, his body…

Or his love.

Hour after hour

Of sweet pleasure

After this I guarantee

You'll never want to leave

Shut your eyes and think about

What I'm about to do

Sit back and relax, I'll take my time

This loving is all for you