A/N- Hey guys! So... I had a brilliant idea and I had to wait to post this so that I could work everything out. ANNND here is the next chapter. Hope you guys enjoy this Lemonade! Tis quite refreshing!
Talk about torn! In this chapter "Bella" is completely unprepared...
Chapter 5: Unprepared...
The next week went by as if I were floating on a cloud. My seconds, my minutes, hours, and days were consumed by Edward. Everything about us was heightened. A touch, a kiss, a smile, a laugh, a look. Every time either one of us looked at the other my heart fluttered more than usual.
I felt his eyes on me even now as we lounged on his bed. "That's very distracting." I smiled not even looking up from my book.
"Well, you're very distracting."
"I'm not even doing anything," I protested with a laugh, finally rolling on my side and looking up into his golden eyes. Immediately, my heart responded.
"You're breathing... and your heart is beating a mile a minute."
"Oh... Well, let me just stop," I laughed, rolling my eyes and flopping back on the bed. Edward laughed. "It's your fault anyway."
"And how is that?" He asked, putting his book down, and sitting straight up from his relaxed position at the foot of the bed.
"Staring at me like that." I pointed at him with my toe.
He caught my foot in his cold hands and started to massage it. I giggled as he kissed the very tip of my big toe. "I can't help it."
"I guess I can forgive you then," I sighed as he kissed the top of my foot. He sat up on his knees, leaned over me, and began a trail of kisses up my bare leg. He hovered over my panties and looked up at me with a smile on his face.
"I knew you would." He inhaled deeply and laid a lingering kiss on top of them. "I love it when you don't wear pants." He whispered, making me blush as I felt his lips moving against me. He then lifted my shirt up and licked the skin just below my belly button, blowing his breath to make my body shiver.
I let my fingers run through his hair as he came up and placed kisses along my collar bone, blazing a trail up my neck and landing on my lips. He stretched out along my body as I automatically molded to him. Holding my face in his hands, he slid his tongue carefully into my mouth. Kissing me slowly and tenderly, taking my breath away.
When he noted the change in my heart beat, he broke the kiss, and rolled us over. I pressed myself against him and let my knees fall to either side of his body. His hands flowed down the curve at the small of my back and then gripped my buttocks, squeezing lightly.
My lips graced every beautiful inch of his face, until I decided I didn't want to breathe again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him up to me. Our lips danced feverishly. I felt his arms tighten around my waist as he pushed himself against my now moist panties.
A quick rap at the door made us both pause. I waited for the vampire on the other side to say something, but Edward's teeth snapping together was all I got. "Very funny Emmett!" He called out. Emmett's booming laugh reached us from another part of the house. Edward laughed, then fell back against the pillows with my favorite crooked smile in place.
I sighed heavily and folded my arms. "Glad you could find the humor in that."
"Aw, come on," He laughed pulling me down towards him. I rested my head on my folded arms on his chest. "It's not like we can't get started again." He grabbed my bottom again and scooted me up to his face.
"But it's getting late," I murmured as he kissed the tip of my nose.
"Since when does something like that bother you?" He laughed.
"Usually it doesn't. But I don't want Charlie to start in on me again."
"You're right," Edward sighed. "Besides, Esme is a little nervous for the furniture." He added with a sly smile.
"Oooh..." I moaned dropping my head on his shoulder in shame. Two reasons my face was probably now a nice scarlet. The fact that she could hear us and the fact that she had to get new railings because Edward had snapped the other ones right off the wall. My mind all but danced into my memories of that eventful day on his piano. From the first note to the last, he had me in a complete craze.
"Let's get some pants on you and bring you home." He laughed nudging my face up with his shoulder.
"Okay." I muttered as he maneuvered from under me and then got off the bed. I crawled to the end and sat on the edge. He handed me my pants and watched as I stood and slid them on.
"That is a very sad sight." He said with a shake of his head.
I laughed until he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. "EDWARD!" I cried as he darted from the room. We were downstairs before I knew it. He slowed to a walk and set me on my feet near his piano, my mouth widened into a smile.
Esme came from around the corner with a very motherly look on her face. "Goodnight sweetheart."
"Goodnight," I answered, unable to remove the smile. "Goodnight everyone!" I called. The replies were scattered as Edward walked over and lightly kissed Esme on her cheek.
He came back and grabbed my hand and we strolled out to his car. Edward laughed and kissed my forehead as he opened my door for me. He then got in and we were on our way. All the while, my smile never wavered.
My cheeks were aching by the time we pulled up in front of the house. Mainly because his hand never moved from it's place on my thigh. "Are you coming up?" I asked staring into Edward's face.
"Of course. He smiled, lightly squeezing my thigh.
"Okay," I sighed. I leaned over and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Thank you for today."
His arms encircled my waist and pulled me over onto his lap. "No, thank you." He smiled slyly.
I laughed and planted a kiss lightly on his lips. But Edward's tongue gently slid past my own and he held me closer to him. My fingers laced through his hair as his arms tightened around me. "Mmmm...," I mumbled after a while, pulling away slightly.
"Hmm?" He asked breathlessly, trying to pull me back.
"I should go before we start up again and then you end up breaking your wheel or something." I smiled against his lips and kissed him once more.
"Yes, you should." He muttered, breaking the kiss slightly.
"Okay."
"Okay," He copied, still kissing me.
"I'm gonna go..." I mumbled kissing him back.
"I'll see you upstairs."
"See you..." My fingers gripped the back of his neck once more and pulled his face dangerously closer to mine, kissing him intently. I felt him groan deeply and then gently push my face away.
"Go," He laughed. "Or I won't be able to let you leave the car."
"Is that a promise?" I cooed. But I kissed him one more time and made my way off of his lap. My arm slipped and honked the horn once. "Oops!"
Edward laughed and then suddenly his head cocked to the side. All traces of laughter gone. "You had better get inside." He said grimly.
"Why? What is it?" I asked now alarmed.
"Come on," He opened his door and helped me get to my feet and then got out behind me.
"What is it? What's wrong?" I asked again as he placed his hand at the small of my back and rushed me to the door.
Just then Charlie opened the door, a grave look on his face. "There you are. We need to get to the hospital."
"Why? What's going on?" Anxiety now building in my chest.
"It's Billy. Sam just called, there was an accident..."
My eyes opened wide as thoughts of Jacob automatically filled my head. "Dad, what happened? Was Jacob..." But my words caught in my throat.
"I'm not sure. Just come on." He said turning me towards his cruiser. But I hurried the rest of the way ahead of him, wrenching the door open and preparing to hop in.
"I'll meet you there." A velvet voice called from behind me. I turned to see Edward still near the door, a mixture of emotions that I couldn't name crossed his face in a flash.
"Oh, Edward..." Uncertainty gave me pause, one foot in the cruiser and the other turned to return to him.
"No, go. I will meet you there."
"It'd be better if you didn't Edward. We don't know what condition everyone will be in." Charlie said. He was all ready in the car, reaching across to pull me in. He didn't need to say the name aloud for all of us to know who "everyone" meant.
He pulled me the rest of the way into the car. "I'll call you," I said to him as I shut the door. Charlie had all ready started it and was pulling out of the driveway. I turned in my seat to see Edward now standing next to his car watching us drive away. The feeling of emptiness and anxiety started to grow in the pit of my stomach with each inch of distance put between us. "What happened?" I asked as I turned back around.
Charlie's face was drawn down in a frown. "Well, Sam just called and said that Billy was at the hospital and that there had been an accident. He seemed a bit rushed so I didn't get anymore details."
"He didn't say anything about Jake?"
"No, I've been wondering about that too." Charlie said and I could see the frown deepen.
I tried to push down the fear that was starting to replace the emptiness. My thoughts began to run right into the other. What kind of accident? How badly was Billy hurt? Because he didn't mention Jacob, did that mean he was okay? Charlie gently patted my leg that, I hadn't even noticed, was shaking.
We rode in silence the rest of the short way to the hospital. By the time we got there I was pretty sure I would throw up from my nervousness. As we entered the doors I caught sight of Paul, Jared and Quil stiffen considerably as their eyes darted in our direction. I also noticed how their noses scrunched as the wind blew my hair across my face.
Sam stood and greeted us, but I couldn't focus on anything he said. My eyes darted around the waiting room. "Where's Jacob?"
"He's... not here." A voice answered. I hadn't even noticed Leah standing silently behind the other boys. As soon as I saw her, images of that day in the forest filled my head. A flash in her eyes let me know, that she was possibly thinking the same thing.
"But is he okay?" I asked anxiously. Charlie's hands were on my shoulders. I was shaking.
Just then Carlisle entered the room and once again all the wolves' backs went stiff. "So far, so good," He announced to the anxious group. "He should make a full recovery. All he'll be needing is some rest."
"Will someone tell me what happened?!" I said a little louder than I actually meant to.
Carlisle's eyes zeroed in on me and he walked up and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Billy just had a minor heart attack. Everything should be fine," He assured me. He turned to my father. "Charlie." He nodded extending his hand out.
"Carlisle," He said as he shook it.
I walked off to leave them talking, finding a seat near Quil. I sat down and placed my face in my hands. Battling against my overwhelming urge to sob. But tears of relief slid down my face.
Quil walked over and placed a comfortingly hot arm around my shoulders. "You okay?"
"Yeah," I sniffed. "I was just... really worried. But where is Jacob? Shouldn't he be here?"
"He would have, but considering the circumstances..." Leah piped up.
"What circumstances?" I asked.
"Oh... I think you know." She hinted with a sly smile on her face.
I felt my cheeks flush with a bit of anger. I turned back to Quil to avoid a confrontation with her. "Please, just tell me where he is."
"He might be at the house."
"Will you take me to him?"
The muted sound of a phone ringing nearby caught my ear. Carlisle excused himself from his conversation with Charlie and Sam.
"Uh... I guess I could." Quil answered uncertainly.
We stood and I hurried over to let Charlie know, but before I could get to him, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
"May I speak to you in private?" Carlisle asked politely.
"Of course..." I felt all the color drain from my face.
He placed his hand on my back and walked me to a far corner in the waiting room. "That was Edward on the phone. I let him know that you were here and safe and that I would keep an eye on you. I also informed him of the situation."
I nodded and tried to keep my face light.
"He also asked me to ask you to not leave the hospital." I caught the full meaning behind that phrase. Don't go find Jacob.
"What?" I asked taken aback.
"I asked him not to come down here because the situation is all ready quite stressful. Please, don't give him reason to."
I simply nodded and walked back to where Quil was standing. "Just a minute," I told him as I sat down. How could he ask me not to go check on a friend who was in crisis? Despite all the things that happened, this goes beyond some stupid mistake... mistakes... I need to see him. It hit me just then.
He had to call to make sure I made it here. Which meant that he couldn't have Alice watching me. Which meant that I could go without him knowing and be back before Carlisle realized I was gone. It was going to be tricky.
I waited impatiently until Carlisle walked back out of the waiting room. "Okay, let's go." I stood up and grabbed Quil's hand and rushed past a confused Charlie. "I'll be right back Dad." I heard him call after me, but I couldn't stop.
"Whoa, what's going on?" Quil asked as I pulled him out the doors.
"I can't really explain, but we have to move quickly."
"Okay..." Luckily his confusion didn't cause his steps to slow. He moved swiftly to an old car that I knew quite well.
I searched the night for any signs of movement, knowing that I would see none, so I decided to watch Quil instead. He got into the Rabbit without any signs of trouble nearby. So I let my frazzled nerves settle.
"Sorry about that." I apologized, as we started the drive to La Push.
"It's okay. I understand."
"You do?"
"Yeah... Probably more than you know." Quil stole a quick glance at me, that I caught. He knew. Which meant they all knew. No doubt Leah let them all know before Jacob could even think about it.
"Oh..." Was all I could manage.
"I don't really know how good an idea this is."
"Why's that?"
"Well..."
"You can tell me."
"He's been having a rough time lately. You know?"
Even though it was meant to be rhetorical, I think I did know. It was almost a month and a half ago that I had last seen Jacob. And the first time that I had ever feared him. But when he left me in the woods, he seemed confident, unfazed. But I knew him, and I knew that inside he was hurting. Despite my idyllic days spent with Edward, I was hurting too.
I had built up the courage to call him at least twice since then, during one of those rare times that Edward and I were apart. Once about a week ago and then yesterday. Billy had answered both times with the usual- "He's not here." I decided to just give up. What was I going to say to him anyway?
We finally pulled up in front of the Black's tiny house and I jumped out into the night air. I stood on the path heading to the front door but couldn't make myself go any further. My memories made me expectant to see his wonderful smiling face emerge from the door. But I was met with the still darkness. "Jacob?" I called out, knowing he could hear me. "Is he here?"
"I don't think so. Hold on," Quil turned and headed into the trees. I stood in the night and waited anxiously for his return.
The small sound of a snapping twig made me jump. I peered into the night in the direction that it came from. I saw no movement from the side of the house. I took a cautious step to try to see further around to the back. "Quil?" I called out. But heard no answer.
I took a deep breath and stepped closer to the car, preparing to jump in if I needed to. As if something like metal could stop whatever wanted to come for me. I cringed at the thought of that potential danger and put my back against the door. Something wet landed on my cheek. I looked up and was splattered with more raindrops.
"Great..." Another sound in the direction behind the car made me jump about a mile high. I went for the handle. Locked. Damn it. "Quil!" I called a little louder. "Jake?!"
Again, no answer. Looking around and seeing nothing but darkness and the falling rain only intensified my fear. I quickly found my way to the path that led to the little garage behind the house. I stumbled a couple of times over nothing in particular, until I saw the makeshift shelter and ran inside.
I shut the door behind me and cut off my only source of light. "Shit," I mumbled as I pushed my wet hair from my face.
"Learn that language from your boyfriend?" A deep, husky, and familiar voice asked from behind me.
The scream that bubbled it's way past my lips seemed to start at my feet.
"HEY!" Jacob called. "It's just me!"
I scrambled to find the light then switched it on. "Well, how in the HELL am I supposed to know that?!" I squeaked pressing my hand against my heart to get it to calm down.
Jacob smiled half-heartedly and shrugged his broad shoulders. He was sitting with his bare back pressed up against the wall, with his arms resting on his knees.
"Didn't you hear me calling for you?" I asked, once I could catch my breath.
"Yeah," He answered nonchalantly.
"And..."
"And I didn't... No... don't really feel like being bothered."
His blatant dismissal of me caught me off guard. "Well, I... I was just coming to check on you. I just came from the hospital after hearing about Bil-"
"Yeah, I'm fine. So you can go now." He mumbled putting his head down.
My jaw went slack as I found I didn't really have much else to say that wanted to be heard. "Okay..." I turned dejectedly to leave. But then a sudden burst of anger spun me back around. "You know what? I can not believe you."
"Excuse me?"
"You! Sitting here, while your father is cooped up in the hospital. How you can let a silly, I don't know, rivalry stand in the way of your concern for your father!"
"You don't know anything."
"Okay, well, why don't you enlighten me?"
"I'm not in the mood for this," He huffed, hopping gracefully to his feet.
"Jacob, what is your problem?" I asked angrily not caring what kind of mood he was in.
"Yeah, I don't think you want to go there." He laughed bitterly as he took two long strides to stand in front of me.
I stood my ground as he waited for me to move from in front of the door. "I asked didn't I?"
Jacob lowered his face close to mine, his warm breath blowing across my dampened cheeks. "You." He answered. Suddenly, I felt his large hands on my waist as he lifted me, then set me down on the other side of him. With that, he pulled the thin door open and stalked out into the now pouring rain.
"I'm really getting sick of you walking away from me!" I shouted as I followed behind him.
"Sounding a bit hypocritical there," He called over his shoulder.
"Jacob, I am just trying to find out what happened tonight!"
"You want to know?" He asked stopping suddenly and spinning on his heel.
"Yes!"
"I almost killed my father tonight."
The rain seemed to come down harder, as a flash of lightning brightened the sky. I felt my eyes widen in shock at his words. "What?"
He heaved a heavy sigh and brought his hands up to smooth over his face. "I couldn't... I lost control. Again. He just asked me if I was going to call you back..." He seemed to say more to himself than me.
I waited patiently for him to continue. I saw the pain flood his face in the dim light and I instantly wanted to wrap myself around him.
"All the thoughts of you just started rushing through my head and I couldn't contain myself. I lost it. I came within inches of..." He shook his head. "His mouth just popped open and I started to come to. By the time I fully came back to myself he was slumped over in his chair, sort of in a daze. Everyone came running a few minutes later and rushed him off to the hospital. I couldn't bring myself to even..."
"Oh, Jake..." I felt the tears starting to well up in my eyes. I took a step forward and placed a hand on his arm. His eyes slowly traveled to look down at my hand clashing with the beautiful brown skin of his arm.
Another wave of sadness seemed to wash over his face. Without another word he turned away from me and headed into the backdoor of the house.
I shivered and wiped the rain and the tears from my face as I tried to decide what to do. I didn't want to leave Jacob, but I also believed that he didn't want me there. I couldn't leave because Quil disappeared. I sighed heavily, wrapping my arms around myself, and made my way into the house.
The only light inside came from the moon, which barely shown through the rain. I felt my way along the wall until I realized that I was in the living room, where Jacob's large frame was hunched over on the sofa.
"Jake..." My words caught in my throat as a sob escaped from him. I rushed over and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Leaning my head on his. "He's going to be all right. He will."
"What?" He sniffed, lifting his head. His face was within inches of mine.
I kneeled down in front of him and cupped his face in my hands. "He's going to be fine. Carlisle said that he's going to make a full recovery."
"Oh, God." Jacob heaved a sigh of relief and pulled me into his arms. The heat from his body warmed me inside and out. I snuggled in closer to him, feeling his chin rest on top of my head.
After a few minutes, Jacob's hold on me loosened. I sat back and looked into his tear reddened eyes. There was still so much sadness there. Without thinking, I brought my hand up to his cheek, wiping the tears that remained away. I let my thumb caress the smooth skin of his face. My other hand followed then, tracing his full lips. Lips that I have missed more than I even knew.
Jacob's eyes slid closed as he leaned into my caress. His large hands coming up to hold my own in place. I felt the tremble in his lips, then I felt the ache to kiss him. The sudden magnetic pull that fought with my senses. I bit my bottom lip and inched closer.
Suddenly, his eyes popped open and a low growl leapt from his chest. He pushed himself off of the sofa and stepped past me. The tears began to flow again. I stood slowly but didn't turn around. I was too ashamed to face him. "I'll leave, if that's what you want."
The complete silence made me hang my head even further, as I was sure he had left the room. Slowly, I turned around to see him standing in the far corner of the room, his shoulders heaving up and down. Another flash of lightning lit up the room, revealing the fresh wave of tears that were streaming down his face.
In three quick steps I was across the room, throwing myself into his arms. He caught me easily, pressing me closer to his body. Our lips met with a fire that burned its way from the soul. One hand held me to him as his other gripped tightly in my hair.
A dull ache began at the pit of me. I breathed him in, gasping, sucking, licking every inch of his face that I could. Drinking him in ardently. My hands gripped and roamed over his back and shoulders, through his hair, across his face. But it wasn't enough and I feared that it would never be enough.
His fevered grip around me tightened as I wrapped my legs around him. I kicked off my shoes as I felt him stagger over to the sofa, dropping down to his knees before it. He slid me onto the cushions, but kept his arms firmly around me.
I sat back and yanked my shirt over my head. Then I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and tried to pull him as close to me as I could get him. "Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait," he whispered raggedly, resisting.
"What?" I asked anxiously.
"What... What are you...?"
"I don't know," I shrugged still trying to pull him back to me. I couldn't seem to stop myself. "I want you."
Another groan from him sent me into a frenzy. Finally, he stopped resisting and crushed me to him. I felt the muscles in his arms flex against my back, which caused the ache to intensify. I wanted to feel all of him against me, inside of me. I began to grind myself against him, feeling that part of him, that I wanted the most, rise.
Jacob's hand found the front of my jeans, rubbing against the outside of them to touch me. The heat of his hand seeped through the thick denim and I grew wetter still. My body tightened in anticipation, then jerked as his fingers grazed my clit. A deep moan rumbled through him and he maneuvered his hand to the top of my jeans, popping the button open and sliding down the zipper in one fluid motion. His long fingers slid into me easily and his groaning deepened as he felt how wet I already was.
I was saturated, as his fingers moved vehemently, spreading to every part of me that ached for his touch. The wet pad of his thumb locked onto my sweet spot, rubbing it slowly, from side to side. I dug my nails into the skin of his shoulders and he pulled me harder to his chest with his other arm and stifled a grunt.
"Jake, God you feel so good…" I sighed. My voice was weak but I knew he could hear the emotion behind it. I swallowed away the lump in my throat and breathed in Jacob's heady scent. He was still slick with rain water, and his face was wet with tears. Love flowed through my veins, accompanied by a lust that threatened to be my undoing.
"You can have me if you really want me," Jacob rasped. He pushed his face into my neck, licking and sucking on the spot beneath my ear. I tugged on his ponytail and loosed the jet black hair, letting it fall free. It swept down and tickled my cheek – a feeling I would never forget.
I did want him. There was no denying myself that desire to offer my body up to him. But try as I might, my mind slid back into a spiral that lead nowhere but down. Down into the core of me that ached and protested. The part of me – no, not the part – the whole that belonged to Edward. My entirety, my existence, my soul. Nothing in the world could take my love and devotion away from Edward.
Nothing would even stand the chance of coming between us.
Yet, I pined for something more. Something that only Jake could give me.
I needed Jake as much as he needed me. Which shot the doubt into my mind, making it reel.
I forced open my eyes, and pulled away from him. Though he held me tighter in objection to my struggling, I was able to put a hand on his heaving chest – the pounding of his heartbeat against my palm – and stop what was happening.
There wasn't a breath of time before he moved my hand away and crashed his mouth back to mine. He thrust his tongue roughly between my lips, tasting inside and tracing my teeth. I motioned for him to stop by cupping his cheek with both hands, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms at my sides.
Fear gripped me in a rush as I realized that there was no hope of breaking free. His hold on me was like iron cuffs, red hot from the fire, cinched tight around my sensitive skin.
I turned my head, breaking free of his persistent tongue, but he followed me, licking and sucking on whatever else he could reach, until I had to mumble with my mouth pressed against him.
"Jake, stop it."
He growled and latched onto the hollow of my neck, sinking his sharp teeth into the skin. I yelped in pain as he bit harder.
"Is that not what you like?" he asked, acid in his voice. "Do you not want to be bitten anymore?"
"Jacob, please! You're hurting me." Though I didn't tell him the rush of pain triggered a deeper primal response, lower in my stomach. A curious expression crossed his face, making the line around his eyes pucker.
"Then why do you want me?" he asked in a flurry of words. I was taken by surprise, not knowing exactly what to say or how to say it.
"I…"
"Tell me why." My face flushed beneath his intense stare. My body still mashed beneath him on the cushions. I could feel the rigid bulge that he was pushing into my crotch pulsating and twitching. "You can trust me. I can give you what you need."
"I have what I need…"
Don't I?
"No you don't. You need this. You need someone that can give you this," he said, rubbing against me. I was burning for him, and he was the heat of my inferno. The oxygen that supplied the flames as they rose higher into my heart.
"I love him," I said. A weak explanation.
"You love me, too."
"I do."
"Then let me have you. Just once more. Then… I don't know…" he trailed off. "I don't know after that, but you'll know that I'll always love you."
I squeezed my eyes shut. Thinking of nothing.
"Once."
Jacob heaved a sigh of relief and a new wave of arousal swept over me with his warm breath. I lifted my face to kiss his full lips, but his eyes went wide and he pulled his chin in, avoiding me.
"No…this is my night," he answered my silent question. "This is what I will take from you, since you've already stolen my heart."
His husky voice wrapped around me, encompassing my body with a mixture of fear and excitement. He leaned in to kiss me, letting his lips hover over mine, always teasing. I tried to connect with him, but he dodged my movements, landing on the corner of my mouth, or my chin, but always away from my lips.
I growled at his irritating little game.
"Jake, you're being childish," I argued. His eyebrows arched and a smug expression crossed his face.
"Childish? Really…?"
"Yes."
He snorted a laugh and pressed his lips to mine again. "If anyone is being childish, it's you."
I scoffed and sat up, placing my hands on his cheeks. "You're young Jacob. You're still a boy, and you still think and act like one."
His hands came up to cup over my own, and he pulled them away, squeezing my fingers together. "I'm not a boy anymore," he whispered.
"I wouldn't know it." Even though I did. Every once bruised and pleased part of me knew it.
"Then I'll prove it to you," he spat, at my challenge. His mouth crushed to mine as I was about to take a breath and speak my mind further. His hands flew into my hair, pulling on it roughly. I hitched my legs high on his waist, allowing him access. He ground against me, groaning when I pushed my hands into his pants and raked my nails across his ass.
He pulled back and looked into my eyes. Jacob's eyes burned with a passion and a desire that made my heart began to beat wildly in my chest. My hands continued up his back, dragging my nails up his back and along his neck.
"I will prove it to you." His lips crushed against mine one more time. My mind flowed through my thoughts of him and of Edward. Feeling uncertain and turned on. I finally cleared my mind and let it flow.