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EPOV

As I walked with Bella, gripping her hand tightly in mine, while we rode on the ferry towards Bainbridge Island, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have her. How lucky I was that I convinced her to forgive me after what happened with James a couple weeks ago. I remembered everything that happened that night with perfect clarity.

When Bella first explained me that she'd had a man in her apartment, jealousy coursed through me. She told me that they'd been studying, but the thought of her being alone in her apartment with any other man drove me absolutely mad, I wanted to go in there and make sure he knew that Bella was mine. She asked me not to be mad at her for not telling me that he'd been there and the look in her eyes calmed me down slightly. I needed to not be angry for her sake.

I had been keeping an eye on James the entire time I was in Bella's apartment and every time she turned away from him, his eyes went straight to her breasts and it had me fuming in my seat. If that bastard made one wrong move he was dead.

After about the tenth time I'd caught him staring at my girl's chest and her shirt wasn't exactly covering it, I decided to confront him about it and I'm pretty sure that was the wrong way to do it. The look on Bella's face said it all, she had no idea what James had been doing and now she was furious with me, but I wasn't going to sit here and stay quiet while that was going on. At least he had the decency to leave when I called him out on it.

"Well that was really fucking uncalled for," Bella said to me furiously. It stung, hearing her talk to me like that when I'd only been trying to protect her. So I did the first thing that came to mind, I lashed out at her.

"He was fucking staring at your chest every time you weren't paying attention, Bella!" I shouted. I immediately regretted the words that came out of my mouth, but I wasn't about to apologize for trying to protect her.

"He was not, Edward! Why are you acting so jealous? It's ridiculous, there's nothing to be jealous about!" That was the last straw. I was not jealous and I was going to make sure she knew it.

"I am not fucking jealous," I spat and walked out of her apartment. I stopped outside her door and sunk to the ground, putting my face in my hands. I couldn't believe I yelled at her. I swore to myself that I would never hurt her.

A moment later, the most heart-wrenching sound came from inside Bella's apartment. She was crying, and it was all my fault. I was disgusted with myself; I wanted to run away, as far away from Bella as I could so that I would never hear her cry again, but in the same breath I wanted to kick down her door and hold her until her tears had stopped falling. I sat there until her sobs died down and I went back up to my apartment. When I got up there, I went right to the boxes I'd been unpacking with Bella earlier and I found the sheet music she'd discovered earlier. It gave me an idea.

I found a piece of paper and scribbled a note on it and walked it back up to Bella's apartment. I laid it on the floor and knocked on the door, running away as fast as I could so I wouldn't lose my nerve. I got down to the lobby and as soon as I saw Bella, I started playing 'Jealous Guy' by John Lennon. I knew Bella would recognize it and I needed her to hear me pleading through the keys on the piano. She turned towards me and came to sit beside me on the piano bench. She just stared at me the entire time I played and it was making me crazy, not knowing what she was thinking.

When I was finished playing, I turned to Bella and she was staring at my chest, so I spoke up. "I'm the biggest asshole in the world. I'm jealous as fuck and I am so sorry, Bella," I told her honestly. As much as I wanted to think I was only protecting Bella from James, I had to admit that I was jealous that he'd been alone with her in her apartment. When she finally looked me in the eyes, the look she gave me was heartbreaking. Before I could say anything else, a small whimper escaped her lips; I don't even think she noticed. She threw her arms around me and I buried my face in her neck and placed my hand on the back of her head. "I'm so sorry, baby. I never should have yelled at you like that," I told her. I was really pleading with her.

She leaned back so she could look me in the eyes again. "There's no reason for you to be jealous, Edward," she said to me and I closed my eyes, half in contentment and half bracing myself for what I was about to say.

"Somewhere in the back of my mind I know that, Bella. But seeing any other man look at you, even in the most innocent of ways makes me crazy. I'm sorry," I told her, and it was absolutely true. I hated seeing James looking at her, even when we walked down the street I shot angry glances at men who simply glanced at her. I knew it wasn't good, but I couldn't help it.

She crashed her lips to mine and mumbled, "It's okay, it's okay." It was music to my ears.

When she asked me if I wanted cheesecake, I knew she was just trying to get me upstairs and I welcomed the offer with open arms. Bella feeding me was one of the sexiest things she'd ever done and by the time she was finished, my hard on was almost unbearable. Thank god my girl knew how to take care of that.

Now as she looked at me, staring at her on the ferry, with one eyebrow cocked in confusion, I couldn't do anything but kiss her. I leaned in and enveloped her lips in mine, slowly, savoring her taste. I wasn't going to make a mistake like that again. I started to tell Bella about where we were going. "So," I began, "I found this cottage online, so if it's nothing like the pictures and it's really a crap shack, I'm getting us a hotel," I said with a laugh.

She rolled her eyes at me. "You'll do no such thing. I'd rather be stuck in a crap shack alone with you than in some fancy hotel," she said. Well, she was right about that. I guess I could deal with submitting her to a crappy cottage as long as I got to be alone with her.

When the twenty-minute ferry ride ended, we drove off onto Bainbridge Island and drove about fifteen minutes out to Puget Sound to the cottage. When we arrived, what we saw what was definitely not a crap shack.

The small house was a deep shade of blue and the perfect size for two people to spend the weekend or a night. It had a small porch along the front of the house and when we walked up the porch steps and into the house, it was even more beautiful inside. It was exactly as it had looked in the pictures I'd seen on the website and I was more than relieved.

The rooms held a very light atmosphere with their beige carpeting and cream-colored walls, with a black leather couch in the middle of the room across from a small television set.

"Certainly not a crap shack," said Bella as she walked forward towards one of the two bedrooms. I shook my head in agreement with her and followed her to the back of the house. The bedroom I walked into had a queen-sized bed, with a set of French doors that opened up to the tub in the bathroom. "Bella, we are so staying in this room," I called to her. She walked back in and saw the tub I was standing in front of through the bedroom and nodded her head.

"Definitely."

We put our bags down and settled on the four-poster bed in the middle of the room. I lay down and wrapped my arms around Bella, lying her down with me as she rested her head on my shoulder. "This place is wonderful, Edward. Thank you, I really needed it," said Bella after a comfortable moment of silence.

"No need for thanks, Bella. I needed it too," I told her honestly as I kissed the top of her head. After a minute of peace, I suddenly remembered the cooler of food I'd packed to cook Bella dinner with. "I'll be right back," I said to her as I leaped up from the bed and ran out to my car. When I came back, Bella was wondering around in the living room.

"What is that?" she asked curiously.

"I brought supplies," I said simply. "I'm cooking you dinner." She smiled widely at me.

"You're cute, you know that?" she said as she walked over and kissed me sweetly. "What are you making?" she asked as she looked down at the cooler.

"Chicken Asiago pasta," I replied with a smug grin. Her eyes widened slightly and I suggested that she go have a glass of wine while she waited, which earned me a pout from her and a breathless 'fine'. I laughed and poured her a glass of white wine and began cooking.

"Did you make sure to add salt to the water?" she asked as she stood on her tiptoes behind me as if she could see the salt in the boiling water. I had to laugh because she'd been asking me questions like this ever since I started cooking…fifteen minutes ago.

"Yes, Bella there is salt in the water, go relax," I told her as I shoved her away gently, gesturing her towards the living room.

"Right," she scoffed as she reluctantly walked away from me.

When I put the chicken in the oven, I coaxed Bella to come into the living room to relax for a few minutes. We sat until Bella couldn't take it anymore and when I was distracted by the baseball game, Bella snuck into the kitchen to peek into the oven. As soon as I realized where she went, I snuck up behind her and banned her from the kitchen until dinner was ready.

When dinner was finally complete, we both sat down and I finally understood how Bella could stare at me and eat the food she cooked. I thoroughly enjoyed watching the expressions on her face, as she tasted everything I'd made for her. Of course, I'd practiced this meal several times before today, to make sure I didn't screw anything up.

She offered to clean up after dinner since I'd cooked and I let her, simply because I had another surprise planned for her. I snuck away to our bedroom and began unpacking all of the candles I'd packed into my bag. I placed them all carefully in the bathroom before lighting them and dimming the lights. She must have plugged in the iPod dock she'd brought with her, because I heard the muffled sounds of 'You Give Me Something' by James Morrison coming from the kitchen. By the time I was finished, Bella was nearly done in the kitchen and I went back out to her.

I stood behind her, watching her sway her hips back and forth to the song as she worked behind the sink, and I was immediately hard and ready for her. I grabbed her hips from behind, making sure to press my now obvious erection into her ass and she gasped slightly at the contact. "Bella, I think you should stop with the dishes and join me in the bathroom before I bend you over the counter and have my way with you," I told her seriously before I walked away somewhat confidently, not looking back to see her reaction.

BPOV

I was frozen in the kitchen, my muscles refused to move but I knew that I needed to hightail it into the bathroom, because I was just as anxious to be with Edward as he seemed to be with me. I finally got my bearings together and made it into the bedroom. I stripped off all my clothes and threw on the small silk bathrobe I'd brought with me and anxiously gathered all of my hair at the top of my head in a messy bun.

I slowly walked into the bathroom and let out a small gasp at the sight before me. The lights were dimmed, the entire bathroom was lit with candles and it was simply beautiful. As my eyes traveled around the room, they found the most beautiful part of the scenario; Edward was sitting in the bathtub staring at me with an expression of…adoration? I smiled at him and couldn't wait to join him.

I stood in front of him and was a little nervous since he was already sitting in the tub. So I slowly slid the bathrobe over my shoulder and let it fall to the floor, leaving me exposed to him. I slipped into the tub beside Edward, my back to his chest. "Mmmm this is nice," I hummed.

"Yes it is," he said as he leaned back to grab the loofah and the body wash that was behind him. The next thing I knew, Edward was moving the loofah back and forth across my shoulders sensually. I scooted back towards him slowly and felt his arousal against my back as I moaned in pleasure.

When he was finished, he rinsed me off and began placing small, open-mouthed kisses along my shoulders and neck. I reached behind me and found his hard cock, grasping it firmly and moving my hand slowly up and down along his length. He groaned in pleasure and after a few more moments, I desperately wanted him inside of me. I turned around to face him and placed my hands on his shoulders, straddling him and latching my lips onto his, consuming all of my emotions into a passionate kiss.

"This is amazing, Edward," I whispered against his lips as I moved my hands from his shoulders to cup his face.

"No, you are amazing, Bella," he said simply. He then placed his hands around my waist and slowly moved his hands up until his thumbs reached the corners of my breasts. He kissed me forcefully as his hands moved to cup both of my breasts and massage them gently. Edward's tender movements caused me to sigh into his mouth and then I turned my head to try and deepen our kiss.

I ground down on his erection, causing him to groan in both pleasure and frustration. Edward pulled away from my mouth and whispered in my ear. "I want be inside of you, Bella." His breath was hot against my cheek and denying him at this point wasn't even an option. He whispered again to me, asking if he should get a condom, but I simply shook my head and told him no since I was on the pill. We'd never gone without a condom before, but I wanted him too much now to even consider letting him leave the bathtub or me at this moment.

Before I had time to think twice, I positioned myself so that he was at my entrance. I must not have been moving fast enough, because Edward suddenly grasped my hips and forced me down onto his hardness. I screamed out his name as I buried my face in his neck and dug my nails into his back. After a short moment, I began moving up and down along his cock slowly. The moans and grunts that were escaping our lips seemed to spur me on more and I began moving more quickly against him.

Edward's hand, which had been wrapped around me, dipped down beneath the water and found my eager clit and he began rubbing it vigorously. His motions caused me to move up and down on him even faster and I knew he was getting close to the edge as he began to mutter my name under his breath.

His mouth moved to my neck and began sucking on it furiously, not holding back in the least and I couldn't care less if I had a mark there later or not. Edward's hips began to thrust upward to meet mine. I could feel my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach and I gripped the edge of the tub behind Edward. A second later, I was exploding into ecstasy and I felt Edward twitch and spill into me a instant later as his movements inside of me slowed.

I let go of the tub and pulled back so I could look at Edward, whose smile was one that probably mirrored mine exactly. We were in our own little version of heaven and it was perfect. I slid off of him and resumed my earlier position with my back to his chest. Edward began massaging my shoulders and I'd gotten so relaxed that I'd almost fallen asleep.

He woke me from my stupor a few minutes later. "You're too beautiful to get pruny," he whispered in my ear. I laughed at him and we both stood up slowly and wrapped ourselves in towels. Edward held out his hand for me and I took it as he carefully stepped over the edge of the tub and into the adjacent bedroom, lifting me by the waist and back onto the floor, making sure I didn't fall.

"So what do you have planned for tomorrow?" I asked as we both began to change our clothes. I didn't really expect him to have planned anything for me, but I was curious all the same. We both settled in our bed, me in a large t-shirt and Edward in his boxers. I smiled at the fact that I was wearing just a top and he was wearing only bottoms, like we were two halves of a whole.

He enveloped me in his arms and I rested my head on his chest. I felt immediately more relaxed with the feeling of being in his arms as I slept for the first time in two weeks. "This?" he asked as I giggled at him in response.

"This works," I said as I tightened my grip on him. Edward kissed the top of my head and began running his hands through my long hair until I drifted to sleep.

I awoke, cold and alone in my bed, in my apartment. I searched for Edward, but I couldn't find him anywhere. I was naked and shivering and I could remember that I'd fallen asleep in Edward's arms. Why isn't he here with me? I thought to myself. I could feel the tears began to form in my eyes as I turned on the lights and saw his clothes had been removed from my floor and Edward was nowhere to be found.

I got up and searched for a pair of his boxers that I knew he always kept here, mostly because I liked to wear them. When I opened the drawer, they weren't there. I began frantically throwing all of the clothes that were in the dresser out and onto the floor. I grabbed clothes of my own from the floor and threw them on. I walked out into the living room and Edward still wasn't there.

My heart sunk even further into my chest as I realized that the books and movies he'd left here were missing from the shelf in the living room. I began to panic and I needed him to hold me tightly, but he was nowhere to be found.

I ran out of my apartment and ran up the stairs to his floor. When I got there, I found the door unlocked, so I tentatively walked in. The apartment was silent, so I headed into Edward's bedroom to see if he was sleeping. When I opened the door, my heart broke into a million pieces.

Edward was sleeping, but he wasn't alone; there was a woman next to him. He was holding her tightly against his chest, their fingers intertwined outside of the comforter. If it was even possible, my heart broke into smaller pieces as I looked down at the woman's finger and found a diamond ring. A breathless sob escaped my lips as I began to cry out his name.

"Bella?" I heard my name and someone was shaking my shoulder, waking me. I could feel the dampness on my cheeks, and when I opened my eyes, relief washed over me when I saw Edward. "Bella? Sweetheart, are you alright?" he asked, his voice dripping with worry.

"Edward?" I asked, looking for confirmation that I wasn't dreaming again.

"I'm here, Bella. I'm here," he said as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. I wrapped my arms around him as tightly as I could, reveling in his existence. "You were having a nightmare. You were crying and calling out my name," he told me.

"I was?" I asked. I knew that I sometimes talked in my sleep, but I was mortified that Edward had heard the remnants of my horrifying nightmare. He nodded as he stared into my eyes. "I can't remember," I lied. There was no way I could tell him about my dream, and all of my other insecurities.

"Its okay, Bella. I'm here and I'm not going to leave you. Sleep baby," he cooed as he began stroking my hair. I fell back to sleep, and thankfully it was dreamless.

When I woke up this time, instead of feeling cold and alone, I was met with the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Edward's eyes were looking back at me and he was smiling. "Good morning," I said to him as I leaned in for a kiss. He reciprocated and placed his hand on my cheek, stroking it lightly with his thumb.

"Good morning yourself," he replied. He was silent for a moment after our lips had broken apart before he spoke again. "You scared me last night," he admitted. His face fell slightly and I hated that I'd done that to him.

"I scared myself a little too," I confessed. "I'm sorry I can't remember more, but all I remember is waking up and feeling so alone and upset." I told him this half-truth and placed my hand on his cheek and lifted his head to meet my gaze. "The moment you held me in your arms I felt safe," I told him honestly. I felt guilty enough that I couldn't tell him the whole truth, so I was being as honest as I could be with him.

He was quiet for a moment before he declared that he was making me breakfast and that I was under no circumstances allowed in the kitchen. I rolled by eyes at him and followed him out of the bedroom. I managed to earn myself the privilege of making the toast before we sat down. Edward really was an excellent cook, I had to admit. Maybe one day I would let him cook in the kitchen without acting like such a control freak.

When we finished breakfast, we showered together and got dressed. The small cottage had a nice porch outside that I suggested we take advantage of before we left. We sat outside on the porch for a while, until Edward picked me up and insisted we walk along the path. We walked until we stumbled upon an opening in the woods that lead to the water.

There was a beautiful view of the sound, which was complimented by a gorgeous lighthouse on the rocks. "Wow," Edward exclaimed. I simply nodded my head in agreement.

"Come on," I said, grabbing his hand. "Let's go sit on the rocks." We did just that, and we sat there until the sunset. It was actually sunny, so the sunset took my breath away and when I looked over at Edward, he was staring at me. "What?" I asked.

"The sunset on your face," he said simply as he shrugged his shoulders. "It's nice to look at." I blushed a deep shade of red. "We should get back, we've got to be out of here by ten," he said as he looked at his watch. It was just after eight, so we had just enough time to pack and catch the next ferry back to Seattle. Back to reality.

We stood up and Edward wrapped his arms around my waist as I did the same. I sighed as I cuddled up to his side. "We should come back here soon."

You only stay with me in the morning
You only hold me when I sleep
I was meant to tread the water
But now I've gotten in too deep

For every piece of me that wants you
Another piece backs away

You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
Because someday I might know my heart

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