A/N: A couple of things -

First, this story has been nominated for a Twilight Award - best love triangle (incomplete story)!! I am shocked and amazed that someone took the time to nominate me, so thank you. I love you guys hard!

Second, a very special thanks to Trinity for helping me through my first time of smut. (That's right! I'm no longer a smut virgin!) I hope you like it!

Chapter 7 - A Proposition

EmPOV

I couldn't ever remember wanting a woman like this, craving the feel and scent and taste of her with every fiber of my being. Closing my eyes, I prayed for self-restraint. And that I wasn't drooling.

Looking at her, with her pale blonde hair the color of wheat, her heart-shaped face, and huge wide-set eyes the most startling shade of blue, I couldn't believe my luck. Not only did she meet me for coffee on Monday morning, but also Tuesday morning and today as well.

It wasn't just her looks either, though I wasn't complaining about those. We actually talked about things. For the first time in my life I had a conversation with a hot woman that involved more than the usual charm and flirting. It boggled my mind that we would find enough to talk about to fill up something like seven hours now.

Monday had started off with the usual small talk, getting to know the basics about each other, then our mutual love for baseball, which led to an in-depth analysis of the upcoming pro and college season.

She was more knowledgeable about the game than some of the other coaches on my team. Some people might say her knowledge was essential for her job, but it was more than that. You could tell she really loved the game.

I hadn't wanted to leave that day, but a coaches' meeting at noon mandated I attend. So reluctantly I left her with no set plans to see each other again, but hoping she would show up again the next day because I knew I would be there, waiting.

Walking into the coffee shop yesterday, I was actually nervous. It was a new feeling for me, since I couldn't remember ever feeling nervous about a girl before. There was no way I was going to admit this to anyone, especially the guys. Jasper would laugh his ass off if he ever found out.

Our conversation yesterday turned from superficial to personal. Rosalie told me about her childhood and growing up in the East, that she knew she wanted to be a reporter since she was thirteen and got a video camera for her birthday, and how the death of her parents five years ago still affected her.

In turn, I told her about my childhood and growing up loving sports since I could walk, that I knew I wanted to play baseball for the rest of my life from the time I was seven, and how it felt blowing out my knee my senior year at Shelton University, ruining my chances of playing professional ball.

From there, I don't know how, but we started retelling our past relationship stories. Mine were more comical, about the airheads I had dated in high school to now. Hers were more tragic, about the way guys had tossed her aside after getting what they wanted. Guilt coursed through me after hearing that.

How many girls had I done the same thing to? Jasper and Edward cautioned me constantly that I should treat the women I date more respectfully. However, I knew secretly they wished they could get as much action as I did and loved to hear my wild sex stories, so I had always ignored their advice.

Rosalie's admissions hit me hard. Seeing her torn expression, I vowed then and there to take care of her. To treat her with the respect I had denied other girls.

Thinking back, her rejection of me made more sense with this new information. I wouldn't have dated myself if I had gone through what she had.

We spoke about lighter things after that. Then I left first once again for a team meeting, but only after making plans with her to meet again so I knew she wouldn't disappear from my life.

It was easy with her. Easy to talk to her, to be myself. I didn't have to be the loudest, the funniest guy, or the life of the party. It was so easy it almost scared me. I wasn't sure I could let her go when the time came that she didn't want me anymore.

"Emmett?" I heard her ask, interrupting my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I answered, coming back to the present.

"Did you hear what I said?" she asked, slightly frowning.

"Uh, no. Sorry," I replied sheepishly, but really not sorry. She was exceptionally beautiful when she was perturbed. It made teasing her that much more appealing.

"I asked if you had any plans today, like another meeting?"

Quickly I ran through my schedule and found nothing but one little thing. "I have the rest of the day free until 8."

"What are you doing then?" she asked, looking down at the cup of coffee her hands were wrapped around.

"I'm supposed to hang out with some friends," I said, purposely vague.

"What are you going to do?"

"It's kind of stupid," I said hesitantly, watching her for a sign that she wouldn't press further. When she looked up at me and raised her eyebrows in the universal 'and?' expression, I reluctantly continued, "Me, Jasper, Edward, and Edward's sister Alice watch 'American Idol' together and mock it. Like I said, it's stupid."

I'm not one to show embarrassment, but I really wanted to impress this woman. Admitting to watching 'American Idol' on a weekly basis does not help your stud status.

"Oh, that's not stupid. Everyone does that," she reassured me, then paused to clear her throat.

"Do you think you can get out of it?" she half whispered, looking at me from underneath her lashes, her voice slightly huskier than before.

I felt myself immediately respond, my always present erection around her growing harder. Suppressing a groan and fighting to keep my tone normal, I answered, "Yeah, no problem. Any particular reason why?"

"I was wondering if you would like to see my apartment…," she trailed off, looking at me with wickedly inviting eyes.

Hell yes! I thought without hesitation, barely managing to keep from blurting it out. I realized this request was more than a simple 'come see where I live.' It held a much more serious consequence if I agreed to it. After hearing first-hand all of the emotional heartbreak Rosalie went through these past years from guys exactly like me and the fact that she hadn't dated for a while because of that, I felt the need to pause.

Stay cool. Think about this. What would Edward or Jasper do?

"Rose," I began slowly, enfolding her hands within mine, "are you sure? We can just keep talking here or I could take you out on a proper date first."

I watched her process that information, not sure if she would take the easy out I had provided or get upset that I didn't want to see her apartment. Or maybe I had been too presumptuous and it really was a simple 'come see where I live' kind of request.

They were mysterious creatures, women. I rarely knew where I stood with them. This went double for Rosalie.

A flash of surprise went across her face at my words, then she slowly smiled and a look of glowing warmth took over.

"When I asked you if you wanted to see my apartment, I meant it. And you're sweet for making sure it was something I wanted," she said, leaning closer across the table.

I felt the toe of one of her boots hit my shoe underneath the table and snake its way up my calf. She arched a brow provocatively, silently challenging me to agree, and waited for my answer.

I gulped, loudly. I was straining so hard against my pants I felt ready to explode. It was all I could do not to grab her and lay her out on the floor right now, taking her hard and fast.

Trembling a little, I opened my mouth to say 'yes' but nothing came out. So I tried a different tactic – I nodded, so much it was on the edge of looking enthusiastic. I didn't care. All I could think about was having her spread out underneath me, naked and panting for me.

I suppressed another groan.

Keep it in your pants! You're still in public, I yelled at myself, taking a deep breath.

Rosalie got up, putting on her coat, and headed for the door. I jumped up and followed after her, my eyes never leaving her slow strut. As long as I focused on her hip movement, I could control my overwhelming lust. Her hips moving back and forth were mesmerizing.

Reaching the door to her apartment building, she opened it and tossed me a devastating smile over her shoulder.

My control fractured.

Rushing forward, I gathered her up against my side and hauled us to the elevators, quickly punching the 'up' button. I could only imagine the frenzied look on my face, and I hoped I hadn't scared or angered her with my mad dash to the elevators.

I sneaked a glance, steeling myself for a pissed off female. Catching my sideways look, she laughed lightly and touched my cheek.

"Feeling a little impatient?" she asked teasingly, arching an eyebrow.

"Maybe," I replied, shrugging my recent actions off.

I could tell she didn't buy it. Leaning in closer, I felt her warm breath against my throat, sending a surge of pleasure straight down to my straining erection.

"I have to admit, I'm feeling a little impatient," she whispered, her lips centimeters away from my skin.

"Are you?" I gasped, shivering from her warmth so close to me.

"Yes. Actually, I find myself aching for you," she purred, dragging her mouth up my neck.

This time I let the groan out.

Mercifully, the elevator doors opened and I leapt inside with her still beside me.

"Floor?" I demanded.

She reached down and punched a button. A second later, the doors closed and I made my move.

I turned and pressed her back against the elevator wall, thoroughly enjoying our full body contact. I didn't ask or wait for permission, just lowered my head and captured her lips in our first kiss. Her soft lips were enticing and sweet, but I knew she was holding back.

I nipped at her full lower lip, gently sucking it into my mouth as she gave a strangled moan. Smiling at her cracked resistance, I outlined her mouth with the tip of my tongue, savoring her taste.

"Such sweetness," I murmured, before softly trailing kisses along her jaw line.

As I made my way down her throat, my fingers tightened upon the curve of her hips. She fit against me perfectly. The generous swell of her breasts, the long length of her legs, and the narrow waist that hovered tantalizingly close to my raging erection.

And that scent… floral, with a hint of vanilla. It was intoxicating. My thoughts raced to having her under me, my cock buried in her tight, wet heat, her eyes glazed over in passion.

The elevator doors dinged open before my thoughts could overtake my actions. Rosalie broke away first, ducking under my arm to escape my embrace, and stepped out into the hallway.

I followed her and asked, "Which way?"

She turned left, heading for the only apartment on that side. Opening the door, she ushered me inside, then shut the door behind her. I took a second to glance around her place before focusing back on her.

"Are you thirsty?" she asked politely, playing the good hostess.

I grinned back at her, "No, but I am hungry."

I couldn't stand being away from her anymore. She looked so delectable; I had to have her back in my arms right this second. Pulling her roughly against my chest and circling my arms around her, I whispered, "I want you."

She looked into my eyes, her eyes promising me heat and passion. My heart leapt. Her arms slid around my neck, one hand clamping around my nape as she tugged my face down.

The second my mouth touched hers, I felt like I was going to explode. My mouth opened over hers, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth, and fed my ravenous hunger for her addicting taste. I pushed her coat off her shoulders, letting it drop at our feet, then tore at the scraps of fabric holding up her dress. Dragging it down, I cupped her breast, flicking my thumb over her tightened nipple. She shivered.

Oh, god. She's perfect. I never wanted this to end.

We groaned simultaneously as I squeezed her breast, kneading and pinching with a fervor that prohibited any gentleness.

"Tell me you want me," I gasped, scraping my teeth down her throat.

"I want you," she moaned as her fingers dug into the muscles of my arms. "More than anything."

Her words were like fuel on an already roaring fire. My desire for her took command of my actions.

I pushed her against the door, licking and nipping my way down to her breasts. Rosalie slid her hand down my body until she reached the bulge in my pants, then started squeezing and stroking my cock until I felt I was going to burst.

I slid my hands up her skirt, moaning against her skin when my hands met smooth flesh.

Holy hell. She's wearing a thong.

I shoved my hand in between her legs, feeling the hot moisture that soaked the thin scrap of fabric, as I latched onto her breast, sucking the erect nipple into my mouth. She went wild against the door, writhing and tossing her head back and forth.

"You're so wet for me," I murmured, slamming back against her lips and thrusting my tongue into her mouth. "I need to be inside you now."

"Yes," she gasped.

I slipped my fingers under the flimsy lace fabric of her thong, groaning as hot liquid soaked my hand. My cock twitched, straining against my pants, demanding to take the place of my fingers.

Rosalie reached down, unzipped my fly, and tugged my pants to my knees. My knees threatened to buckle as she stroked my cock from root to tip, in time with my fingers thrusting in and out of her. Her gaze was so admiring I felt like a fucking sex god.

Then, before I could take another breath, she dropped to her knees and sucked me into her mouth. My eyes screwed shut and my teeth clenched. Her tongue swirled against the head and I quickly ran through the roster of the Seattle Mariners, struggling not to come.

"Stop," I rasped, no longer able to focus on baseball as her mouth sucked and her tongue teased me.

I gritted my teeth. If my cock swelled anymore it would burst out of its skin. I breathed heavily, in and out, in an effort for control. Cupping Rosalie's head in my hands, I gently pulled her away and back up to her feet.

"I can't wait another second," I said, pushing her back up against the door.

She gripped my shoulders as I lifted her up and held her with one arm, stripping her of her thong and boots. I pulled her legs up around my hips and shuddered as I again felt how wet she was. Guiding myself to her, I spread her with two fingers and worked the head of my cock in. As I thrust in hard, I felt the wet warmth of her pussy grip me like a fist as she took me all the way in.

Shit! A couple seconds too late, I remembered a critical step we skipped.

"Sweetheart, please tell me you're on the pill. Because it's going to take an act of God for me to pull out now," I whispered, staring into her half-lidded glazed over eyes, fighting desperately for control.

"Yes, I am," she moaned, tightening her thighs around my waist. "Now move."

Yes, ma'am.

I gripped her hips and recklessly pounded into her, all thoughts of grace and finesse obliterated as I thrust in and out. I bent my head, tongued a nipple into my mouth and sucked, probably too hard. Rosalie moaned throatily, digging her nails into my shoulder.

Slow down, I told myself harshly. This is too hard, too fast, she wouldn't –

"Emmett, oh, Em," she moaned, screaming my name as she stiffened and jerked against me.

I didn't – couldn't – stop, just kept thrusting, once, twice, three times, pummeling her into the door with every drive of my hips. My orgasm hit me with a blinding force and I strove to get deeper inside of her, jetting waves of semen into her.

I collapsed against her, my knees shaking and threatening to take us both down with them if I didn't sit or lie down soon.

I was still iron-hard inside of her. Once apparently wasn't going to be enough.

We had to move fast, find a bed. The floor wouldn't be very comfortable for her and I was heavy.

"Bedroom?" I grunted.

"First door on the right," she answered breathlessly.

Not wanting to spend a second outside her, I gripped her butt and pushed us both away from the door. Too late I noticed my pants were around my ankles. Nothing I could do about it now.

I shuffled to her bedroom door, each step jostling her against me, lightly bouncing her on my stiff cock. This made it very hard to continue moving when all I wanted was drop to the ground and finish what we had started. But somehow I managed to stagger to her bed and fall on top of the comforter, Rosalie still wrapped tightly around me.

I couldn't stop myself. My hips started moving on their own, thrusting heavily into her; deep, hard strokes that made me clinch my jaw and brace myself, my hands tightly gripping her hips. She was so amazing to the touch. Like silk.

I stared down at Rosalie, trying to read her face, to see what she was feeling. Her eyes were closed, her face twisted in passion, breathing heavily, with her back arched against me. I could only assume this felt as earth-shattering to her as it did to me.

"Oh, god, Rose," I rasped, my voice strained.

Her eyes opened and she pulled me down, kissing me deeply. When my tongue touched hers, it set her off again. She climaxed, harder than before, with a cry lost in my mouth.

Her vagina clenched tightly in time with my thrusts and a wave of immense pleasure ran through me. My heart pounded out of my chest as I came again, thrusting deeply inside her one last time and clinging onto the sheets beside her head.

I hid my face in her neck, unable to speak, trying to regain some working part of my brain. But it was all in vain as her scent surrounded me, pulled me under again.

Rosalie's arms tightened around me and my heart tugged. I could spend every day with this woman, every second inside her and never grow tired of her.

I rolled us onto our sides, with me still unbelievably hard inside her. I felt like I could stay hard inside her for the rest of my life. Would I ever get my fill of her?

Gazing into my eyes, she tentatively smiled. I responded with a huge grin, euphoric in the afterglow of what we had done. Then, just because I could, I claimed her lips in another passionate kiss.

After a couple of seconds passed, I pulled back, unable to keep a grin from reappearing. I was too happy to not show it.

"Up for round three?" I asked, gently sweeping her hair away from her forehead and face.

She laughed and pushed me onto my back, straddling me. My hands reached out and ran up her back, then came around to cup her breasts. God, she was beautiful.

I knew then she was going to be the death of me. But, oh, what a way to go.