Chapter 3

Bella

"Let me in," Edward hoarsely murmured against my lips as his hands raked over my body, hastily stripping away the layers of my clothing, though something about the apron seemed to do it for him because he left it on. He kissed, sucked, and nibbled down the column of my throat and lingered in the hollow of my collarbone before following the ridge of my clavicle to my shoulder.

Meanwhile, his wide-splayed hands ghosted up my bare sides, moving slowly, so slowly, up, up, up over my heaving ribcage until the undersides of my breasts were perched lightly on the sides of his thumbs.

"Edward," I whined and jutted my chest out, craving his touch, needing more of him.

He chuckled darkly at my needy whimpering, the pads of his thumbs lightly stroking the soft curves of my breasts without venturing anywhere near the taut peaks hidden behind the stiff, starchy fabric of the apron. It was the color of graphite and printed all over with little cartoon succulents, a Mother's Day gift from a much younger Renesmee.

Like the serpent that was sent to tempt Eve in the Garden of Eden, Edward silkily crooned in a voice that was dripping with sin, "Nuh uh uhh. Not until you let me in," he urged, ducking his head to suck and nibble at the sideboob revealed by the bib of the apron. Maddeningly, he was still fully clothed, a fact I sought to rectify by reaching for his shirt, but Edward was faster.

Wrapping the iron fetters of his hands around my wrists, he transferred them both to one hand and pinned them to the mattress above my head. I was sure I could break his hold if I wanted to…but I didn't want to. I loved it when he teased me like this and feeling the throbbing ache between my legs as he stoked the flames of my desire with his words, his touch, and his lust-blackened gaze.

I felt a cool stream of breath blowing across the sensitive, rosy skin of my areola that was just barely peeking out of the side of the apron. My nipple ached wantonly at the sensation and stood a little taller at attention. Knowing that Edward could be merciless when he teased, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to concentrate on the intangible boundaries of my shield. Feeling the familiar band clinging to my person like a second skin, I began to push it away, feeling its resistance.

"Good girl," Edward hummed in approval and rewarded my cooperation by bunching the bib of the apron in the valley between my breasts and sucking my nipple into his mouth while pinching and rolling the other between his fingers.

"Fuck," I gasped, arching my back, and pressing my body into him.

There was something so unnervingly vulnerable and erotic about being laid bare before Edward, mind, body, and soul in every sense of the word. He could hear my every want and need and darkest desire.

Releasing my nipple from his lips with a soft pop, he whispered in a husky voice, "You love it when I tease you like this." It wasn't a question but a statement of fact.

"Uh-huh," I moaned breathily in agreement.

"You're imagining my hand trailing slowly down your exquisite body and feeling just how wet you are for me right now," he told me, mirroring my thoughts with his actions, except when his hand arrived at the needy apex of my thighs, he skipped over it entirely and cupped his hand around the inside of my thigh. His thumb was so close to my core (but without actually touching me) that I could feel the fine hairs that grew above his knuckle brushing against my slick, swollen skin.

Let's get one thing straight, the man knew how to drive me absolutely insane with lust.

"Edward," I whined, bucking my hips in search of friction.

"Yes, love?" he replied, a smile in his voice.

"Please?" I begged in a voice that was half sweet and half sultry. Edward could never refuse me anything when I used that voice.

"Please what?" he probed with a wicked grin, using his thumb to trace the inside crease of my thigh. I whimpered and squirmed at the proximity of his hand to my throbbing wetness.

Such a cheater! By asking me the question he was indirectly forcing me to think of the answer even if I didn't say it out loud. When he asked, I couldn't help but think of him cupping his hand over my mound–like he owned that particular part of my anatomy, because he did– and parting my folds with his finger. Trailing my wetness over my—

"Mmmhmm," I moaned pleasurably as he did just that. Ask and ye shall receive…

"Mine," he growled in agreement.

"Yours," I keened in a high-pitched whimper as his middle finger swirled wetly around my pulsing nerves and then back down to my opening where he inserted first one finger, then another. At the same time, his lips came crashing down on mine, swallowing the sound of my moan.

Edward's tongue darted past my lips as soon as my mouth opened to him, and he kissed me passionately, a touch forcefully even, but for me, it still wasn't enough. As his tongue explored my mouth, his long fingers plunged deep inside me, curling them against my walls in a way that sent small spasms of pleasure shooting through me as my insides began to tense and tighten. But before I could get anywhere close to orgasm, he abruptly withdrew his mouth and his fingers from my body. I growled in frustration at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

Edward laughed darkly at the acute need that was so plain in my voice, but the sound was cut off by him placing his own fingers between his lips, tasting my arousal.

"Heaven," he murmured huskily, more to himself than to me. Then, as his eyes raked over my prone form, his eyes widened as if he had just been struck by an idea. Sliding a hand behind my back, he easily unraveled the simple bow I'd tied in the apron strings to keep it snug against my body.

He then pushed one of my legs back towards my chest and firmly tied it in place with one of the apron strings. He then repeated the action with my other leg and the other apron string, leaving me splayed out obscenely before him. Edward sat back, grinning from ear to ear at his handiwork,

Then, ducking between my legs, he flipped the obstructing skirt portion of the apron up over my belly and warned. "Better hold still. Nessie would be crushed if anything happened to that apron," in an exaggeratedly foreboding tone.

"You're a monster," I accused, grinning right back and spreading my legs even further so that I released some of the tension from the apron strings. After all, it would've been a shame to damage the sentimental garment. For the umpteenth time, I was glad I wasn't human and couldn't feel the muscle fatigue that surely would have been starting to set in from holding such a pose. I doubted even Jane Fonda in her peak of fitness would've been able to hold it for long.

"I've been called worse," he chuckled, blowing a cool stream of air over my slickened folds and then dipping his head to take one long, languid lick.

Throwing my head back into the pillows, I moaned "Oh, God," drawing out the name in a way that made it sound somewhat pornographic.

"I get that one a lot," he snickered, but faithfully went right back to his task.

Renesmee

"Can you believe he said yes?" I squealed, giddy with excitement as I launched myself off the pier. Jumping easily 25-30 feet in the air before curling my body into a tight ball for a massive cannonball, I landed mere feet from Jacob who was already chest-deep in the water. His handsome face flinched away from the wall of water that broke over his head.

"Nice," he muttered, vigorously shaking the water from his short black hair like the oversized dog that he was.

"That doesn't sound like the Edward I know. What's the catch?" Jacob asked skeptically, arching a thick dark eyebrow.

"Auntie Rose and Uncle Em are chaperoning us at the hotel. There will be a girls' room and a guys' room. Knowing my dad, probably on different floors," I snorted and rolled my eyes as I glided into a deeper part of the lake.

"Knowing your dad, probably in two different hotels on opposite sides of town," Jacob snickered.

I could hardly argue. It had come as a total surprise when Dad hadn't just said "no" outright. I'm guessing Mom must've said something to get him to see reason when they were having one of their little silent exchanges in the kitchen. I was glad I had something extra special to give her for her birthday the following day.

"I don't even care. We're going to Coachella!" I squealed victoriously. Then, in my exuberance, I dove deep under the water, surfacing on the other side of him with enough power and momentum to propel my entire body up and out of the water as gracefully as a dolphin before splashing back down into the chilly, crystal blue depths. Though, with the wet tendrils of my dark ginger hair clinging to my back and my shoulders, and in my purple bikini, I probably (hopefully) looked more like a mermaid.

"That's awesome, Ness," Jacob grinned, his enthusiasm seeming to echo mine. "It'll be so amazing to get away with you…even if I have to share you with Blondie," he qualified, turning up his nose at the mention of my prickly (to everyone except me) Aunt Rose. "I can't wait!" And then his smiling face turned to one of concern. "Nessie, are you cold? You're shivering. C'mere," he instantly opened his arms to me.

Jacob didn't have to tell me twice. Wrapped in his strong arms was my favorite place to be. With chattering teeth, I looped my arms around his neck and pressed my bikini-clad body to his in an attempt to absorb some of his warmth.

It was just a hug. A warm embrace. No different from any of the thousands we'd shared over the course of my life. But at some point, hugs with Jacob started to feel different. It confused me at first because Jacob was still the same old Jacob. He was as constant as he'd ever been in my life. As constant as the sun rising and setting each day. No, Jacob hadn't changed, but something in me had.

First, it started with my body. It changed so rapidly that puberty had taken weeks instead of years. Just a few weeks for my body to morph from the body of a child to that of a young woman. The change was startling to everyone but to no one more than me. All the men were a little awkward around me for a little while. Everyone except Uncle Em, oddly enough.

On one of our fishing trips, when I'd asked him why that was, he'd admitted with a wink and dimpled grin that in his human life, he'd had little sisters.

And Jacob? He remembered watching his older sisters growing up. But unlike Uncle Em, there was a strange tension between me and my best friend that I didn't really understand.

As I matured, I found myself sneaking glances at his body. I had seen him wearing nothing but a pair of cutoff jean shorts countless times. As a wolf, that was practically his uniform. But then I really started to notice him. How beautiful his tan, sculpted body was. And how my body started to feel when he wrapped me in a hug or laughed at my jokes. All warm and tingly, and sometimes even nervous, which was crazy because I had known him my entire life.

That was when the "Privacy Please" signal became necessary because both my dad and I could barely even look at each other when I started, shall we say, exploring my sexuality. But when my growth finally leveled off, and I stopped looking like the child my whole family knew me as, things gradually became a lot less awkward. At least with my family.

With Jacob, that was another story.

I remember the first time we kissed. Or rather, the first time I had awkwardly kissed him. I had just overheard my parents having a heated discussion about me and Jacob. Dad was worried about how young I was to be interested in boys and my mom, as always the voice of reason, kept stressing over and over again that Jacob had sworn over and over again that our relationship would remain strictly platonic unless I made it very clear that it was what I wanted.

Hearing that gave me the courage I needed.

So the next time Jacob and I were alone, enjoying a picnic in the sunshine on a spring day when all my other guardians had to stay indoors and out of sight, I leaned over and planted one on him.

Jacob's entire body went rigid, his dark eyes grew wide, and somehow, the warm copper skin of his face looked pale even. His bodily reaction startled me so much that I tore away from him, frightened I'd done something very wrong. That I'd somehow been mistaken. Embarrassed beyond belief, I jumped up and bolted for the trees.

"Renesmee, wait!" he'd roared after me, one of the rare times when he'd used my full name, but I didn't stop.

Jacob had been forced to phase. It was the only way he could keep up with my inhuman speed. Seconds later, I could hear the muted thud of his giant paws on the forest floor, scrambling to catch up with me. I could hear the shallow, erratic sounds of his breathing. I wasn't sure why, but Jacob sounded frightened, too.

It was that thought that caused me to hesitate. My feet, blurring in motion against the soft, spongey forest floor, turned to concrete blocks, and I found I could go no further. It wasn't as if I had a plan. Or anywhere else to go. We were on an island for crying out loud.

Jacob, in wolf form, bounded up behind me, agilely darting around my frozen form and coming to a skidding halt in front me of. He lowered his huge head, looking me straight in the eyes, and then with one powerful paw, he stamped the earth and snarled a little. Roughly translated, it was wolf speak for "Sit the hell down."

With my back pressed up against a towering pine, I defeatedly sank down onto the floor blanketed with conifer needles. With one last growl warning me to stay put, Jacob stepped behind a felled tree obscured almost entirely by lush green ferns. He returned a moment later in human form wearing just his cutoffs and gracefully sank down on the ground next to me.

"Let's talk," he began, taking my small hand into his much larger one.

That was the day he told me about the imprinting bond. And about how much I meant to him–how much I would always mean to him. He apologized for giving me the wrong impression after I kissed him. It had just taken him by complete surprise, because, as he had told me that day in such a gentle voice, "I just didn't expect for you to feel that way so soon."

"Nessie," he'd explained, placing a sweet kiss on the back of my hand, "I will always be yours. I'm just—" Jacob pinched his lips closed then, seeming to choose his words carefully. "I'm not sure how to make the transition from friend to…something more in a way that will make everyone happy," he confessed.

"I thought you only cared if I was happy?" I asked a bit petulantly, jutting out my bottom lip in a pout. His hand found my chin, his thumb brushing over my lower lip in a way that sent a thrill shooting up my spine and what felt like a swarm of butterflies doing stunt barrel rolls in the pit of my stomach.

"That's true, but Ness, your dad can read my mind, okay?" He said with a tense laugh, running a hand through his hair. "You know how he is. If your parents think I'm rushing you into something… your dad will eat me for a snack, not to mention what your mom and Blondie would do," he laughed again, the tension still thick in his voice.

"Well, that's stupid! And hypocritical. I'm mentally older than my mom was when my dad married her! And he's way older than her compared to you and me," I huffily reasoned.

"You know that, and I know that," Jacob smiled sweetly as he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. "But try telling your dad that those are good enough reasons for me to date his six-year-old daughter."

"I'm six and a half," I corrected stubbornly, though I knew it was no use. Whether I was six or sixteen, I was still too young to date a 23-year-old Jacob, or anyone else for that matter.

It didn't matter that I knew half a dozen languages. That I'd composed my first concerto by the time I was 9 months old. That I was currently acing my online university courses and was on track to graduate the following year with honors with a double major in biology and music theory, passions I shared with my grandfather and my dad.

No matter how many prestigious, age-defying achievements I racked up, my father would never see me as an autonomous adult while I was still his six-year-old daughter, even if I functioned like an adult in every other sense of the word. For the love of all that was holy, I even paid my taxes on the residual income I made off the invention of a life-saving medical device! It won me first prize in the national science fair and a full ride to Arizona State University, the school that offered the best online biology program.

So, yeah, I got a little testy when people used my age as the sole reason I shouldn't be allowed to do something because it wasn't fair! I wasn't human, and I shouldn't be made to follow human conventions. I was allowed to drive by the time I was five. And since I was eighteen according to my falsified birth certificate, I was even allowed to vote. But because of the weirdness factor surrounding my true age, I had only just been granted permission for Jake and me to officially court each other since my dad had finally seen the writing on the wall. That it was going to happen whether he liked the idea or not.

But now that that train had left the station, Jake was still very tentative with me. Every kiss (there had only been a few) had been initiated by me. And each of those times, while he had kissed me back with just as much enthusiasm, he'd always put a stop to things before either one of us could get too handsy. This was because Jacob lived in fear of my dad seeing something in his head (or mine) that was improper. As a result, Jacob acted like my dad was watching even when he wasn't. It was intensely frustrating.

Jacob's large hand running up and down the length of my spine, warming me with his body heat, roused me from my abstraction. And feeling so much of his skin pressed up against so much of mine was doing wonders to thaw out my icy extremities, and other places, too, I thought to myself, an excited flush spreading across my cheeks.

Feeling emboldened by the strange, new sensual feelings and instincts that were coursing through me, and encouraged by the adoring way Jacob was looking at me, I tightened my arms around his neck and kissed him as hard as I dared.

Just like always, he tensed at first before allowing himself to relax and kiss me back. It was like he had to give himself permission. And just like always, when he finally gave in to it, he'd kiss me as passionately as a soldier who'd just returned home from war. But every time my hands started to wander, he'd gently push me away and say with a sigh, "My love, there's no need to rush. I will wait for you forever. Just be patient. For just a little while longer, okay?"

And that would be that, until the next time.

Author's Note: I would just like to point out that not one of you, not a single one chose "plot." 😂 😂 I think we're going to get along great. Okay, so admittedly, it wasn't a full lemon, but it's only Chapter 3. I had planned to end the chapter with more B&E, but Renesmee's inner monologue kind of ran away with the rest of the chapter. As always, would love to hear your thoughts!

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