I'm SO sorry. Way back in August I had this whole chapter worked out in my head; I thought of how to write it while I was working, and I was so excited to continue the story…but when I got home that evening, my family was flipped upside down and stomped on repeatedly…and then kicked…twice.
So, yeah…I didn't really find the opportunity to get back to writing this, and I'm sorry that what was meant to be such a short and quick story really turned out to be another long-awaited chapter, by chapter story...This chapter is five months late, my deepest apologies.

Stuffing back any thoughts of him, and focusing on what was happening now, I slowly moved my hand down Jacob's arm, leaned towards his back, and placed my lips where his neck met his shoulder.

4. Gasping

As soon as my lips touch his warm skin, Jacob spun around and pulled me against his chest so fast I gasped allowed. His hands were clutching my face, mine were grabbing his shoulders, and our lips were fused together within thirty milliseconds.

My eyes were shut tightly and my fingernails dug into his skin, my body was so tense and unwilling to let go of him, but we did not move; it was as if we were frozen in this pose.

Ten lengthy seconds later, he pulled back. My eyes fluttered open wide and I pulled away, my hands covering my lips and fingers running over them. His hands fell to his sides as we stared at each other for an immeasurable amount of time, both of us breathing hard.

I was scared. I had no idea what to expect next; I knew that Jacob had strong feelings for me since we first met. I knew that my own strong feelings for Jacob had only just blossomed. I knew that I had just made the first move. But I did not know where we were supposed to go from here. Or if we were going to go anywhere from here.

Jacob was touching his own lips lightly, a dazed look in his eyes. "Uh…sorry, Bella. I'm…uhh, very sorry Bella…I didn't mean to—"

I could feel my cheeks turning an embarrassing shade of red and the tears rushing to my eyes. I quickly turned away from him, "Oh, no, J-Jake. It's…fine…I just—"

"I mean…aw man, Bella…please don't…why are you crying? I didn't mean to upset you."

"I just thought…" I spoke in a very quiet voice. "I just thought that's what you wanted…I…ugh, Jake…sorry, that was stupid of me. It was a stupid idea. I just thought maybe you'd—" Before I could even try to make any sense his lips were back on mine just as I wanted; a whine escaped the back of my throat in relief and tears spilled over.

I inhaled deeply as his hands wrapped around my back and in my hair. My own fingers twirled in his hair and I pressed my lips and body harder against his, surprised to feel him returning the pressure, instead of someone pulling away from the passion as I was used to.

Just then Jacob removed his hand from my head and used it to pull my legs up and around his hips, pulling me into his lap. His hands repeatedly stroked and pulled my hair back; I tentatively opened my lips and flicked my tongue against his. I felt him smile against me and he sucked on my lower lip lightly. I adjusted myself to get more comfortable in his lap while we kissed, and that's when I first ever felt the bulge that is hidden within men's pants.

Jacob shuddered beneath me and I pulled away from our kiss and giggled, a slight smirk on my face. I was happy to see that his dark cheeks now had a touch of pink to them when he laughed. "Oh you think that's funny, do you?"

I nodded.

And then I gasped.

He had placed his hands on my hips and thrust upward against me. A pleasant sensation rippled through me and my cheeks were definitely darker than his. Our lips connected once again, rougher and more heated this time, and I attempted to do my own part by moving up and down in his lap, making sure to press harder and longer each time. The pace of our breathing soon picked up.

Then Jacob stopped us, and gently pulled away from me once again.

Disoriented and flushed, I gave him what must have been an amusingly confused look. He swallowed a couple of times and then spoke, making conscious efforts to calm his breathing. "Bella…I think it's time…for you to head home."

"What?" I asked sharply.

He tucked hair behind my ear and smiled at my response. "I just mean that…this is a great start, but I don't want to rush anything. I don't want to do anything that you may not be ready to do."

Although I was a bit frustrated, Jacob's gentlemen-like behavior was a pleasant surprise. It seemed that he wasn't the only polite male left in the world.

However, this was far from acceptable. I had enough of being denied something that felt so amazing…Jacob didn't have to worry about losing self-control and killing me. There was no good reason to not continue on the path we were on.

I did my best give him a seductive grin as I danced my fingers up his knee and thigh to his button and zipper. "Uh…B-Bella?" he stuttered. I fumbled for a couple of seconds trying to unfastened the button and pull the zipper down, but that didn't stop his breath from hitching and nearly hyper-ventilating as his eyes followed my hands. But as I put both my hands on his shoulders to push him back on the floor, his head ended up hitting the coffee table that we were sitting next to.

"Oh my—! I'm so sorry, Jake! Are you okay?!" I climbed on top of him and leaned down towards his face to examine his head.

He actually laughed. "Not to worry, Bella. My head is as hard as a rock." He reached up and pulled me to his lips for another kiss.

Relieved, I returned to what I attempted before my chronic clumsiness and made to tug down his jeans. Realizing what I was trying to do, Jacob lifted his hips so that I was able to pull them down to his knees and then off all together. I blushed to see him in nothing but his tented boxers.

He laughed again nervously and said, "You're lucky."

I glanced up at him. "Why?"

"I don't usually wear underwear."

I must have looked like a clown with how red my cheeks were. I had to swallow in order to speak. "Why is that?"

"It's easier to not have to worry about them when I change."

Instead of replying, I clambered back into his lap and pressed against him tightly. He groaned. I was just thinking that it would a lot more comfortable if I was to take off my own jeans when Jacob startled me by jumping up and placing me on the couch.

"Jake, what are you d—"

He pulled his jeans back on before I could blink sat next to me casually, but stiffer than usual. "Just talk to me."

"What are you talking about?" I was confused. I was confused, flustered, and very turned on.

Then Jacob started laughing, heartedly, and almost fake sounding. I started to frown. "Jacob…"

The sound of keys jingling in the door frightened me. My head snapped towards the door and the back of the right side of my head pulsed painfully. "Oww…" I let my head fall back onto Jacob's shoulder and he stopped laughing and rubbed my head comfortingly.

Billy Black walked in the door. "Jake? Oh…hello Bella."

Please REVIEW; I really appreciate proper criticism – it doesn't have to be all compliments; any and all comments are welcome! I meant to write more to the story…perhaps a chapter to live up to the rating? But I can't seem to find inspiration for it currently…