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Warning: Smut ahead

Bella stepped into the shower that was large enough to accommodate at least four people comfortably and turned on the water. She adjusted the knobs to get the right temperature. The water hit her throat and ran down her chest in rivulets. It felt really good on her sore muscles. She dunked her head under the spray of water and massaged her scalp. There was a bottle of shampoo setting on the ledge, and she reached for it. A white hand shot out and grabbed the bottle from the shelf. She gasped in surprise and turned to see Edward standing behind her, the water running down his torso. Her heart squeezed, and she didn't think he ever looked as beautiful as he did now.

"Here. Let me do that," he whispered, keeping his amber eyes on her and squeezing the shampoo in his open palm.

"I thought you weren't sure about controlling yourself," she said, giving a small gasp as his hands reached out and started massaging her scalp. He didn't say anything at first, only continuing to stare at her and washing her hair in a slow, rhythmic way. She closed her eyes savoring his touch. He leaned over and touched his lips to hers. Suddenly her arms snaked around his neck and pulled him closer. Their bodies crashed together, and she breathed, "Edward. Edward, I love you so much." His mouth devoured hers hungrily, and it didn't matter that his lips felt like snow because hers were burning up. The fire started in her loins and raced its way throughout her body, leaving her tingling. The water ran between them washing the suds from her hair. She tasted shampoo, but mostly, she tasted him.

Not compensating her strength, Edward was surprised when Bella shoved him against the shower wall, delving her tongue into the recesses of his mouth. God, what a hellcat, he thought. There was so much about Bella that others didn't know. But he took pride in the fact that he knew every inch of her, inside and out. His hands came up and cupped each of her breasts while he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. She dragged her mouth away from his and gasped, "Edward!" He smirked slightly, knowing what pleasure he was inflicting upon her.

"And the lion ravishes the lamb," he finally spoke, his eyes smoldering. He kept one hand cupped around her breast while the other made its way down her waist and then slipped between her thighs. She emitted a loan moan when he slipped a finger in her wet hole. Her head dropped against his chest as she gasped. She panted, and let him work his magic. He moved his finger in and out and then slipped in a second. With each extraction, he stroked her clit. In, out, stroke, in, out, stroke. Bella gripped his wet hair in her fists and pulled. She couldn't take it anymore. Her inner walls started pulsing, and she looked up to see Edward smile down at her while she came around his fingers.

"Make love to me Edward. Now. I can't stand it any longer," she whispered, placing a kiss on his jaw line.

"I don't want to hurt you again," he said, clenching his jaw. She knew he was fighting himself. Trying to keep control, and when she talked like that . . .

"I'll make sure you don't. As soon as I think you're going to hurt me, I'll tell you," she countered, kissing his again. He inhaled her scent, "It'll be too late. I'll have already killed you."

"You didn't last night."

"That's because Jacob was there."

"Can we never be alone then?" she asked, looking at him, laying her hands on his chest. The water continued to run down her back. He thought her incredible.

"I-I don't know," he hedged. What could he tell her? He was terrified of hurting her. Last night was elementary to what he could really do. He didn't want to take a chance. Unfortunately, he was taking that chance right now, being naked with her in the shower. She certainly had destroyed whatever good sense he used to possess. She continued to look at him with those chocolate brown eyes, and he melted. If a vampire could melt. He leaned down and kissed her. Softly at first and then with more urgency. She returned his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and hiking a leg up to wrap around his hip.

"Oh, God. Bella. You're killing me. Utterly," he moaned. He grabbed her other leg and pulled her up so she was sitting at his waist and both legs wrapped around his hips. He walked over to the seat that was built into the shower wall and sat down. He gently positioned her over him and slid inside her warm velvet opening. Both of them groaned in unison. "Are you OK?" he asked, and she nodded. "I'm fine. There's nothing better than having you inside me. I love you Edward. I love you," she murmured, starting to rock her hips back and forth. The pain in her vagina was still there from last night, but she ignored it. She didn't want him to leave her. She had dreamed about this since the first day their lips had touched, and she was not about to let the moment go. They kissed hungrily, Edward's hands wrapped around Bella's waist, and Bella's hands clutching Edward's bronzed, wet locks. She didn't think there could be anything sexier than him sexing her up in the shower.

"I-I can't hold back anymore," he gasped, softly squeezing her sides.

"Then don't," she whispered against his lips, her tongue licking his bottom lip slowly. He gasped again, and she smiled as she felt his icy discharge shoot inside her. She continued to grind against him until her own orgasm overtook her, and she clasped his head between her breasts. They sat in silence a few moments with only the sound of the running water and Bella's heartbeat against Edward's cheek.

"Bella, I love you," he said, kissing her cleavage.

"I know. I love you."

"Bella?"

"Hmmm?" she replied, resting her cheek on the top of his head. If she could stay this way forever, she would. Edward inside her, and she wrapped around his body. Jacob was the furtherest person from her mind.

"We never discussed birth control."

Her head snapped up and she looked at him. "Birth control?"

His perfect marble forehead furrowed and he said, "Well, yes. I don't want you getting pregnant."

"You think you'll get me pregnant?" she asked incredulously.

"Um. No, my sperm died a hundred years ago," he replied, and if he could have blushed he would have. "I'm more worried about . . . Jacob." He lowered his eyes. Even though he had agreed to this insane arrangement, there was no way he could take her being pregnant with the wolf's child.

"Well, don't worry," she said, "I'm on the Pill." He blinked, "You are?"

"Yes, I've been on it since I was 16 to regulate my periods," she explained.

"Oh."

She became thoughtful. "You know, this is really gross, but I'm surprised my monthly cycle doesn't affect you."

He shifted and with that movement, her vagina released his dick. She pouted. He smiled slightly. He stood up with her still wrapped around his waist and he chuckled, "You are the little spider monkey aren't you?" She grinned back. "You didn't answer my question."

"Oh, that," he replied, reaching over and turning off the water as it was ice cold now, and he knew that wouldn't be good for her. Then laughed to himself, thinking, Yeah, you ass, like YOU"RE not ice cold.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, love. Getting back to your original question . . ."

"Yes?" she asked, as they stepped out of the shower. She reluctantly released her grip on him and stepped to the fluffy bathmat. Edward took a soft towel and began drying her off, being extra careful not to hurt her and aggravate her bruises.

"Have you ever noticed that's when I go hunting with Emmett?"

Her eyes grew wide. "Ooooh."

He smiled. "Yes. 'Oooooh'."

"Edward?"

"Yes, love?" he continued to dry her, now rubbing the towel through her hair. He released her and chuckled. She looked like a wet rat. A beautiful wet rat nonetheless.

"I want to be with you forever," she said.

"And that you shall," he replied, not paying attention to where the conversation going though he should have seen it coming a mile away.

"I want you to change me. Tonight."

His eyes snapped to hers, and he could see she was dead serious.

"Absolutely not," he whispered, anger in his voice. They had had this conversation many times before, and she knew exactly where he stood.

"Yes. Tonight. If you won't do it . . . I'll ask Alice," she whispered back. Her eyes held such a look of determination, he knew that she just as serious as he was.

"And just what will Mr. Black have to say about this decision?" he suddenly asked. Maybe Jacob would be worthwhile after all.

Her eyes grew wide, and he knew she hadn't given a thought to the wolf. "Jacob," she said, mostly to herself.

"That's right. Jacob."

Stayed tuned for Chapter 3! What will Jacob say? We certainly should know! He's not going to like it in the least! Does Bella really love Jacob as much as she thinks?