Previously…

"Tell me, say it." He demanded from behind her.

"Please." She cried the tears falling harder. "Let me go." She begged.

"Say it!"

"I love you!" She screamed. She felt her knees buckling but she didn't fall. She was swept up in strong arms that laid her gently on the couch. He laid beside her and pulled her close as she cried.

"Bella?" He asked waiting on her to respond. She lifted her head to see his face. He was hauntingly handsome, his emotions so clear. "I asked how you felt for me then, you said you love me."

She felt like a caged lion and tried to recoil. He lifted her chin, "Do you?"

"I meant loved, I didn't finish it."

"I think you did." He turned she was pinned under him. "I think you meant exactly what you said just like I mean exactly what I am about to say."

Realizing what he said her eyes widened, and she felt his heated flesh upon hers. He leaned close to her ear, "You know what I think Bella? I think I have been without you for six years." He pushed his body into hers rewarded with her whimper.

"I think I have dreamed of you almost every night, I close my eyes and I see your beautiful face smiling at me. I hear your voice haunting me. I can't be with another, because they aren't you Bella. It has to be you. Do you have any idea how frustrating it has been? Trust me when I say you have relieved my tension more times than I care to count."

She gasped and he smirked, "Hey I said I wasn't with any women what I do on my own time is off limits. Besides it's not like you are all innocent. A woman has needs too, and I am quite sure a beautiful woman such as you has many…" He inched closer to her mouth, "Needs."

Her breath was coming in rasps now. "Do you want me to tell you what I like to dream of Bella? While I am….doing some very interesting things I might add." She could not believe where this was going. How was it possible just a few minutes ago he was crying on her lap, and now he was the sexiest man alive grinding against her, and where on earth did he learn to talk like that? She thought she would explode from a simple sentence.

He had an odd expression on his face suddenly, one of passion, and she wasn't sure what else…love? He brushed her hair back, "You are so beautiful. Can I do something?"

"Y…yes." She didn't know what he had in mind, but at this point if it was throwing her off of a building she would be game. "Relax and let it happen ok?" He whispered lifting himself on his arms to hover above her looking into her eyes.

She wondered what exactly he wanted her to let happen. Then she knew his lips fell to hers in an earth-shattering kiss. She was too shocked to respond, and his lips fell to her neck, "I need you to relax Bella, I want you to kiss me. Please." His voice was thick and sultry.

"Can you do that?" He questioned lifting so he could see her face.

"Yes."

He licked his lips. "Show me." Her hands reached up, and buried themselves in his hair, pulling his lips to hers. She heard him moan and thought she would pass out. He always had this sexy air about him; it just oozed even when he wasn't trying. This was really not the time she wanted him to be sexy, wonderful, loving, or all of the above.

She could feel the heat from his body scorching hers. He was so muscular, so handsome and he fit against her perfectly as if he was the missing piece of her puzzle. The taunting pace was driving her crazy.

"Bella…. you make me feel so many things no other woman could." His voice was hypnotic and seductive. He felt her arch towards him, and smiled inwardly sliding one hand up to the thigh of her long, delicious leg. He was glad she wore a short dress it made his job a lot easier. He traced small circular patterns with this thumb.

"Have you ever dreamed about a remake of the last time we saw each other? Maybe a remake when we were older, more mature, and much more knowledgeable about the needs of the other." He whispered against her jaw as he made a gentle trail with his lips.

"I know I have more times that I can count. We were so young then, but I am not seventeen anymore and I would like to see what would happen now. It's been so long Bella, I've waited for you."

He kissed her lips pulling her legs around him. Both hands were under her skirt squeezing her thighs. He moaned thickly, "Please Bella, say yes."

She was so lost in the feeling she didn't understand what he wanted her to say yes to. He felt so good she couldn't remember how many times she had imagined him holding her just like this. Their first time had been nice but neither one of were really knowledgeable about what they were doing. Not that she knew so much now but television is a wonderful tool.

"Bella." He repeated more as a moan than anything.

"Yes?" She breathed.

"Can you lift your back up?" He had pushed her dress up to her waist where it was now pooling.

"Hmmm?" She moaned as his lips met hers again. He lifted her hips with his large hands, "Lift up baby, I need to get your dress off. I want to feel your skin on mine." He buried his face in her neck, "I need to feel your skin on mine."

He was panting now, "Please Bella. I want you so much."

He was vaguely aware of the door shutting, but he was too distracted to care. Reality suddenly slammed into Bella with a crashing force. Bella pulled back pushing on his shoulders. "Someone came in."

"Hmmm." He moaned kissing her ear.

"Edward, someone came in your door!" She said with urgency. He sat up looking over the couch to see James smirking.

"James what are you doing here?"

"As I recall you told me to come by last week, we were going to look over the new script remember?"

He struggled to breathe and cursed pinching his nose, "I didn't realize what day it was. Can we do this another time, I'm taking a vacation."

"So I see, well hear is more like it. I thought you were all virtuous Eddie? Too good to give out the goods, who is the lucky lady?"

He looked down at Bella with eyes that begged for forgiveness. She smiled sadly, and pushed him back pulling her dress down before standing.

James looked her over, and grinned flashing all of his pearly whites. "Well hello there gorgeous. Where has Eddie been hiding you? Mmm, mmm, mmm." He moaned and winked.

"Bella." She said extending her hand. He raised an eyebrow, "The Bella? The home town sweetheart Bella?" He glanced at Edward who shot him a death glare. He then laughed, "Well that explains a lot. Eddie has spoken of you, never described you though."

"Shame on you." He teased Edward. "You can't hide a hottie like this." Edward stood and slid his arm around her, "You are making her uncomfortable James, please refrain."

"As you wish, are you taking her to the awards show? She would make nice arm candy."

"No I am not. You know my personal life stays personal."

"She might want to go. See the big lifestyle you lead. She can walk with me. I would love to show her around." Bella felt like she could throw up. Thanks James, pervert.

"James, can we do this another time. I am not asking you." Edward said with authority. James smirked, "No problem, call me and we'll set something up. You and your girl have fun…doing whatever it was you were doing before I came in. He winked and walked out.

"Bella." He turned to her taking her hands in his, "I am so sorry. I usually tell them no visitors unless they ring me but I forgot. I'm sorry."

She pulled away running into the bathroom, and slamming the door shut. The tears flooded her eyes. She had promised herself this wouldn't happen. They would remain friendly, but she couldn't even go a day without trying to get into his bed not that he wasn't helping. He knocked lightly, "Bella are you ok?"

"I'm ok just give me a minute." She tried to keep her voice from cracking. She could hear him hit the door, and figured he had turned his back and fell against it. She could hear him slide down. She felt terrible, she knew he did too but not for the same reasons.

He felt bad for James, she felt bad for letting it go this far. I am such an idiot! She washed her face and looked in the mirror a minute running her fingers through her hair. She took a deep breath, "Edward?"

"Yes?"

"I'm opening the door."

She heard him move and opened the door. He looked at her sadly then slid his hands into his pockets. There was a strong tension in the air. She past him and sat on the couch. He followed sitting beside her and taking her hand in his.

"I'm sorry Bella, about everything I didn't mean to…it happens so fast and I…" He stood shaking his head as he paced. "I'm an idiot, practically raping you on my couch then humiliating you."

"Edward it wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was. Who was the one trying to get you to take your dress off?" He said angrily. She stood walking to him and placing her hands on his chest, "It doesn't matter. So you tried to take my dress off, I wanted it Edward." Her eyes fell to the floor, and she moved her hands ashamed and repeating, "I wanted it."

He sighed pulling her into his arms and rubbing her back as she cried. "I never meant to hurt you." He whispered in her ear. She shook her buried head. He had no idea what hurt was, he just thought he was the guilty one. He was going to erupt when he found out the truth, that she hid Timmy from him. She always knew he had a good heart, and it wasn't a matter of taking responsibility.

She knew he would have, but his career would have suffered. She couldn't stand to see the light fade from his eyes.

"Sweetheart look at me."

She slowly looked up. He wiped her tears with his thumb. "What is wrong? I know you are upset about this but I can't help but think it's more."

She tried to look down but he held her steady, "No Bella, stop it. Tell me what is wrong. We are supposed to tell each other everything. Talk to me."

"You'll hate me." She radiated a vulnerability that he wanted to push away.

"Love I could never hate you, don't you know? You stole my heart when we were in elementary school. I've loved you for as long as I can remember, and somewhere it changed from friendship to more. I didn't sleep with you just because we wanted to be each other's firsts. I slept with you because I was in love with you."

She pulled away, "You can't love me. I'm a terrible person."

"Bella, you are not. Why would you say such a thing? You're the one who pushed me to do this. You told me go you would be ok. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. When I fell you were there, when I was broken you were there, when I needed you Bella you were always there. You still are. I called and said I needed you and here you stand. I can't see that as terrible I am sorry."

"I'm not the same person."

"Yes you are." He turned her pulling her into his arms. "You're the same wonderful person you always were. The same one I see my future with, if you would quit being so stubborn, and just move in with me. I do want kids eventually you know."

She gasped trying to hide her pain.

"What? What is it you don't want kids? I thought you did, I mean when we were younger we talked and you did. I do, I mean eventually. The point is I can see them with you Bella. You are the only person I can even imagine having a child with."

She tried to pull loose. "Edward, please."

"Not until you explain."

She knew he was stubborn and she wouldn't get away. She leaned closer meeting his eyes. "Did you really dream about me?"

"Yes, almost every night."

"What did you dream about?" She asked slipping her hands to his neck. He shrugged, "The usual, me and you a family. Then you know the sex stuff."

"Sex stuff?"

He smirked, "You know what I mean." She licked her lips inching up and kissing him lightly. It was a sweet kiss, one of patience and love. He froze, and then responded kissing her harder. She began to push him back until he fell on the couch with her on top. He pulled back, "Bella…I can only take so much. I am just a man after all."

He looked into her eyes and saw a look of pain, of worry but it disappeared when she leaned over kissing him again. He felt her hands start to unbutton his shirt, and moaned pulling her tightly against him. His hand buried in her hair.

"Oh my god!" He cried as she began to kiss his collarbone, closing his eyes in sweet surrender. He gasped for breath and grabbed her hands, "B…Bella, Bella, wait."

"What's wrong?"

"You are trying to side track me that's what's wrong. Crafty little she devil."

She giggled as he lifted her to a sitting position.

"Ok ground rules. No touchy feely until we get this all sorted out." He moved her hand from his upper thigh to his knee. "No tempting either naughty girl."

She shrugged and acted innocent. He leaned back watching her suspiciously. "What are you hiding from me Bella?"

A lump filled her throat, "Edward what do you have to eat around this mansion, or do you have a cook?"

"I do when I need one. You're changing the subject again. I'll let it go for now, but just know we are not finished here." He stood extending his hand and tugging her to the kitchen. He set her on the cabinet resting his hands on her knees.

"Anything in particular you want?"

"Whatever. I'm not picky."

"Except no onions." He replied with a grin.

"Onions? I hardly consider it something I would want."

"But what I fix might have them in it." His eyes focused on her in amusement. She frowned, "You wouldn't dare! Your culinary skills were always too good to be defined by an onion. What kind of word is that anyway, onion? My s… She bit her lip."

"Your what babe?" He questioned, as he rummaged through the refrigerator.

"Nothing I was thinking of something else." She covered quickly. "What did you find?"

"Well…let's see. Salad, sandwich, vegetables, fruit, yogurt. Anything sound good?" Yeah him on a platter sounded good to her.

She felt her heart swell but ignored it. "Yeah uh yogurt is fine. Do you have strawberry?"

"How about I make you a fruit, and yogurt with granola? House specialty. Sound good?"

"Yes."

"Ok." He pulled out a bowl watching her, as she kicked her legs a little, then looked around and admired his kitchen.

Her brown eyes fell to him, "Tell me after six years how can you still think I am so pretty. I mean you are around models and superstars. Who am I to compete with that?"

"Bella, no one is more beautiful than you, maybe it's just in my eyes but it is how I see you." He assured her.

"Yeah but you've moved to LA and you're surrounded by…" He effectively cut her off with a finger on her lips.

"It doesn't matter, you are everything. You always were."

Tears stung her eyes and she looked down, "Please don't say that."

"Say what that you are everything to me?" He purposely repeated. She sighed, "Yes, just don't." He continued washing the fruit but her knew deep down something was different about Bella. She wouldn't allow him inside, and that scared him.