I closed my eyes, my hands searching Emmett's bulky features. What was I doing? This is Edward's brother. Emmett bends down slightly, taking both my legs in each hand lifting my body up until I'm straddling him in mid-air. I bring my face in towards his continuing our heavy make out session.

Coming up for air, I breathe out, "Should we be doing this?"

He doesn't hesitate with his reply, "Edward can't give you what you need, Bella."

I tilt my head and quietly question, "and Rosalie?"

He gives me a sarcastic half-grin, "Rosalie only cares about herself. She can't give me what I need either."

I frown slightly, "Emmett, will you...lose control...like Edward does?

He shakes his head, "No, don't get me wrong, it WILL be rough on you but nothing you can't handle, right?" He winks, grinning his million dollar smile and I melt.

I wrap my arms around him, entangling us in an even more heated kiss, my tongue feverishly searching his. I had no idea where all this passion was coming from, like Emmett had awoken some inner goddess that was buried deep inside. Maybe I wasn't meant to be with Edward. How could I when this felt SO right?

Emmett walks backwards allowing me to gently tumble onto the bed, and crawls on top of me.

I look up at him and bite my lip. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" He leans down snaking a hand underneath the thin silky material of my lacy tank top, guiding it up until my breasts are free.

Kissing along my abdomen, he stops once reaching my nipples. His tongue grazes long the tip while his free hand is fondling the other. I lay back, closing my eyes breathing deeply. He lightly sucks my hardened nipple, swirling his tongue around it delicately. All I can do to answer him is nod in approval. I bite my lip as my heart begins racing, my hand reaching down, entangling my fingers into his hair.

After repeating the process to the opposite side, he trails his kisses down, reaching my waist. Spreading my legs, he slowly brings my shorts down and slides a finger along my slit. I sit up slightly, supporting my weight on my arms and watch him. He smiles before easing his fingers inside me. I moan lowly. He lets his fingers dance as he brings his tongue down, tickling my clit. I breathe heavily finding myself gripping his hair.

He groans in response, "Bella you taste so good."

I grin, locking my eyes with his as he continues. His fingers pick up the pace and every feeling in my body was intensifies. I was sure I could feel the blood racing through my veins. I moan out louder deciding I no longer care if anyone hears me.

"Oh God, Emmett" I purr.

I wince slightly as he tightens his grip on my thigh with his free hand. I could see what he meant about rough, but I didn't mind one bit. He quickly swirls his tongue along my clit, his fingers thrusting faster. I cry out with one more loud moan, grpping the sheets as I cum on his fingers. He pulls away after cleaning me up, still hovering over me.

"You're welcome," he smirks.

I cock my brow, "oh I can return the favor," I reply, reaching for his waist line.

He stops me, kissing me once more. "Edward and Rosalie are near. Raincheck?"

I stick my lower lip out in a pout, "fine."

He kisses my forehead and is gone in a flash.

I clean myself up, before returning to bed. Lying there, I become frustrated that Edward would be walking in any second. More alone time wouldn't come fast enough. I turn over, closing my eyes, pretending to be asleep as Edward walks in. I felt his eyes on me for a few minutes before feeling the blanket being pulled up and Edward climbing in beside me.

Laying down, he whispers, "I love you Bella."

I lay there wallowing in self pity, I was the worst girlfriend ever.