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How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being? – Oscar Wilde

Chapter Thirty-Eight

JASPER'S POV

I knew from the beginning this whole date night thing was going to be one big disaster. This was the last thing we should have been doing, and with the last people too. From Emmett, with his inappropriate comments and conversations, to Rose's choice of location, it had been a total nightmare.

But the date with Rose and Emmett was not the real problem - they were just annoying. The core of all this was Bella: she wasn't ready to be intimate. I wasn't even sure she was ready to even be in a relationship. I thought that she was, but clearly I had been wrong. People who were ready did not lock themselves in the bathroom. It was so bad that she had even called Rose over to help her.

"What did you do to her?" Emmett demanded the second that I walked into the room. He was pissed and ready to rip my head off. I knew part of it was due to what he assumed I had done to Bella, but what I had interrupted between him and Rose probably didn't help. I wasn't quite sure what had him more upset.

"I didn't do anything to her, not that it is any of your business," I snapped at him.

"I don't believe you."

"I don't care what you believe," I told him, pacing around the room, ready to come out of my skin thinking about what was going on with Bella and Rose. Whatever it was, Rose better be on her best behavior, because if I found out that she distressed Bella anymore then she already was, I was going to do something to her. Something bad. I was too worried right now to think of what, but I would get to that later.

"Tell me you didn't try some freaky sex shit with her and scar her for the rest of her life." Emmett accused.

"The word sex did not even come up. I didn't even touch her."

"Well there was the problem," he huffed, shaking his head like a disapproving father. "You made her feel rejected. She was all into you, wanting to get her groove on, and you just left her hanging.

I didn't think I needed to have a talk with you. I thought you were more suave than that.

Jasper, women like to feel wanted. You have to talk sweet to them. You have to caress them and whisper pretty little words in their ears. You got to get them in the mood before you start bringing on the freak," he explained, schooling me on the finer art of sex according to Emmett.

"Emmett, just so you know, I know what I am doing. Besides, all I need to do is throw a strong dose of lust at any given girl and I can make her come without touching her," I explained to him, feeling like I needed to defend my sexual abilities.

"That is wrong dude. That is like slipping them an emotional roofie," he scolded, but his eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree. "Can you do that to anyone or is it just women?"

"Fuck off, you sick fucker."

"I was just wondering."

"Well stop, or I will have you on the ground, crying, sucking your thumb, for the rest of the night. And go put some damn clothes on," I ordered. Seriously, did he not have any shame? He was standing before me wearing red thong panties, Rose's red thong panties.

"What? I grabbed the first thing I could find when you came storming in here. Just because you aren't getting any, don't hate on me."

"It has nothing to do with not getting any. I'm worried about Bella. I'm worried that she thinks that I expect certain things from her, and I don't. At least not until she is ready," I said, thinking I just needed to get over there and talk to her about all this.

"Miss me?" Rose asked, slipping into the room. She had a shit-eating grin on her face, and was feeling way too proud of herself.

"Where is Bella? Is she okay?" I asked, about to ask fifty more questions before Rose put up her hand to stop me.

"She is in the room and she is fine. I going to head back and paint her nails. Give me ten more minutes and then you can go back," she said, grabbing a bottle and heading back out.

"Those two have bonded, which is fucking awesome. Now Rosie can paint her nails and do her hair and take her shopping and leave me the fuck alone. Ever since she got pissed off at Alice, I have been tortured. All the stupid girl shit she normally did with Alice, she was forcing me to do. This is like the best day ever," Emmett announced, dancing around the room, still wearing Rose's panties.

I didn't even want to know but I found that I had to look. Yep, Emmett's toe nails were painted, black.

I took out my phone and snapped a picture.

"Dude, what did you do?"

"Just took a little picture of you in Rose's underwear, dancing with painted nails."

"So? They are black, which is no fucking big deal. It's not like they are pink. Dudes do that these days and it means nothing. It is a fashion thing and you would know that if you kept up on the latest trends and shit."

"So you wouldn't have a problem with me sending this to everyone, or, even better, posting it on the web?"

"You won't."

"I would, so remember that the next time you think about pissing me off."

"You really do need to get laid, because, dude, you are just mean and bitter."

Emmett was so fucking lucky Rose came in at that moment announcing Bella was all mine. That was all I needed to hear as I flew out of the room and back to ours.

Bella was quietly sitting on the bed, staring off into space. She turned towards me once I was in the room. If my heart wasn't dead already, it would have stopped in that moment waiting for some reaction out of her. She was wrapped in her shield, so her emotions were blank to me. But then she flashed me a small smile, and that was all I needed.

I was on the bed holding her before she could stop me.

'I am so sorry, darling. This is all my fault," I told her, taking the blame for everything.

"No, it isn't. I freaked and it had nothing to do with you. Well, not really," she told me, fiddling with the edge of my shirt. "It was just that my nerves got the best of me.

I wanted tonight to be perfect. I wanted you to want me. I have this red lingerie thing that I was going to wear but then I just couldn't put it on because I was embarrassed. All I could think was you were going to laugh at me. And what would have happened if I threw myself at you and you turned me down."

"That is one thing you never have to worry about," I smiled, reassuring her as I reached out to run my finger over her ear, placing lose strands of her silky hair behind it. Her unnecessary breathing picked up.

"You say that now, you may even believe that, but my body repels vampires."

"Now you are just being silly," I told her.

"Silly?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, silly! You don't repel me. Not even close. In fact, it's quite the opposite.

I want you Bella. I want you now and forever. Do you want me, Bella?" I whispered in her ear. I felt her answer before I heard it.

"Yes," she whispered, swallowing the pool of venom starting to form in her mouth.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, retracing the path my finger had taken with my tongue.

I felt the fabric of my shirt rip where she had been fussing with it. I couldn't help but smile as I pressed a small kiss to the side of her neck.

"I asked you what you want from me," I questioned again when she didn't answer me. I knew she was expecting me to continue on my own, taking the lead.

"I want you to kiss me," she whispered, leaning in towards me, taking the first step forward, not only with her words, but her actions.

I bent in and touched her lips to mine. It could barely be called a kiss, but I wanted to let her know that this was all in her hands. We would go as fast and hard as she wanted, or as slow and gentle.

"What do you want me to do now?" I questioned, wondering if I was prepared if she took the slow route.

"I want you to REALLY kiss me."

I smiled as I deepened the kiss. She didn't wait for me to ask what she wanted next as she balled up my shirt in her hand pulling me closer. The small rip turned into a huge one, which seemed to only spur her on, and she ripped the shirt completely off of me, never breaking the kiss.

I couldn't tell you how long the kissing went on between us. The whole time I let Bella take the lead, even when I wanted to deepen the kisses, I held back, until I couldn't take it anymore.

"What do you want me to do next?" I breathed over her, staring down into her lust filled eyes. I could imagine that my eyes reflected hers, and all we had been doing was kissing. Amazingly, besides for my shirt, we were both still fully clothed. My hands hadn't even ventured pass her neck.

"Touch me…." she whispered, her voice harsh and dry from kissing.

"Where?" I lazily asked as if I had all the time in the world. As if my mind wasn't going haywire thinking about touching her body. As if one touch from her wouldn't send me over the edge.

"Everywhere," she requested through closed eyes, as if she couldn't look me in the eyes and say the same thing.

"Clothes on, or clothes off?" I questioned, pushing her farther and farther. I wanted her to know we were going to do whatever she wanted, however she wanted, but also letting her know what I wanted.

She hesitated for a moment, thinking about her choice. I could feel her desire, smell her arousal. She wanted me, all of me, and I would sure as hell give it to her, but not until she asked me to.

"Off."

"Good answer," I told her, smirking down at her. She lifted herself up to pull off her top. She paused, waiting for my reaction, as if she wasn't completely sure that I wouldn't be repelled by her.

She was amazingly beautiful. How she could ever think that I could find her anything other than gorgeous was ridiculous.

Her breasts were perfection, not too small, not too big. They were the perfect size to fill my hands, wrapping my long fingers around each full peak as my thumbs swept over her hard puckered nipples.

Her skin was like soft, sweet cream that I wanted to lap up.

"Jasper?"

"I was just appreciating the view," I told her, bending down to take her nipple into my mouth. She moaned. It was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. I set out to make her do it over and over. So once I had lavished her breasts, I moved lower, trailing kisses all the way down her stomach. Once I reached the top of her pants, I didn't hesitate for a second as I stripped them off of her.

"Jasper…" Bella moaned. I knew what she wanted, but I was not going to give it to her until she asked me to.

"What do you need Bella?"

"I need you."

"You need me to what?"

"I need you to touch me."

"Touch you where?"

"You know."

"Tell me."

Instead of saying it, she grabbed my hand and guided it between her legs.

"You're so wet for me," I told her as she withered beneath me.

"Please…"

"I know, baby."

It didn't take long before she was writhing and screaming out my name, and when she was in the middle of her release, I slipped slowly inside of her.

"JAASSPPEER….." Bella screamed. It only spurred me on, quickening my pace. I wanted to take it slow, I wanted to make it last, but feeling Bella wrapped tightly around me was too much, and I knew I was going to explode soon.

I bent down and took her mouth hungrily, sending out everything I was feeling. It was just what she needed to finally fall over the edge again. I went with her.

"Bella, Bella baby…." I whispered over her, still deep inside of her. I didn't ever want to move.

"Let's do that again," she breathed, smiling up at me.

"I think I have created a monster," I smiled back, claiming her lips. "Seriously, Bella are you okay?"

"Jasper, I'm a vampire, remember?"

"I know physically you are fine, but I mean, after, you know…"

"You mean after my mental breakdown…I am perfect now. And as long as I have you, everything will be perfect."