Disclaimer: I keep forgetting this part! I don't own Twilight, or any of the characters… I just wish I did!

A/N: I want to remind everyone that this story is rated M for mature. That will become apparent in this chapter, okay? LEMON ALERT! LEMON ALERT! You asked, you shall receive…

Without further ado, here is chapter four in all its sex-ay glory!

BPOV

It had been three weeks since Edward gave me the mix c.d., and the tour was now in the southern states. I had been successful in completely avoiding my forbidden fruit, but I still thought about him on a frequent basis. Luckily, the distance had helped to remind me of the companionship Jake and I shared. Our relationship was so comfortable and familiar, like my favorite sweats.

I dared the tiny voice in my mind to combat against the walls of defense I had erected against the idea that maybe, just maybe, I wanted a relationship that reminded me more of a sexy pair of underwear that caused my heart to stutter at the thought of wearing. I narrowed my eyes and determinedly pushed that thought out of my head. I was going to get over this crush once the tour was over, and Jake and I would continue as we always have.

We were arriving at the venue in Jacksonville, where they would be playing tonight. As soon as we pulled up to the club, I jumped out of the van and stretched my cramped muscles. I groaned as my arms reached high above my head, causing my back to arch as my body sang with relief after being in the van for so many hours. I whirled around when I heard the other van pull up behind us and park at the curb. Instantly, I froze, trying to find an excuse to run away. I didn't want to see Edward's rumpled hair and sleepy eyes as his mouth-watering body unfolded from the van. I didn't want to want him the way that I do. I had been avoiding Alice and Rosalie because I didn't need them to remind me of everything I was trying to get away from.

I averted my eyes, scanning the area for an excuse to get away. Luckily, there was a fast food restaurant nearby. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the Cullens alighting from their vehicle. I walked over to Jake and said "I'm hungry, I think I'll go get some food across the street."

Jake looked down at me and smiled. He reached up to ruffle my hair and kiss my forehead before replying, "'Kay. Will you grab me something too?"

I nodded and turned to cross the street, but I turned again when I saw Alice rushing to catch up with me. She had a determined look on her face, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to avoid her now. She quickly made her way to my side and smiled at me. "Do you mind if I go with you?" she asked.

"No problem," I murmured. We walked to the restaurant in silence, which was unusual for Alice. She was a very chatty person, so I was surprised and a little nervous over her behavior.

Once we got our orders, Alice insisted on sitting in one of the booths to eat before heading back. I felt my shoulders hunch protectively as I started to think of the reasons for this little meeting. Once we got situated, Alice peered up at me and I saw the sad expression on her face.

"What's wrong, Alice?" I asked.

"Bella, why have you been avoiding Rose and me? Did we do something wrong?" she replied.

I shifted uncomfortably, trying to come up with something. Finally, I said honestly, "No, you haven't done anything. I'm sorry, I've just been going through some stuff and I haven't really didn't feel like being around anybody."

Alice's face drew into a look of concern as she reached for my hand. "Is everything okay? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, I'm okay. Thanks anyway, though." With that, I stood up and went over to throw my trash away. She followed me and we walked back over to the club. The weather in Florida was extremely muggy and hot, and I began to perspire in my sweatshirt. I took it off and shoved it into the van before going inside with Alice on my heels. She seemed to be following me everywhere; I sighed in resignation. It was obvious that my new friend wasn't going to go away. I was being ridiculous by trying to avoid her and Rosalie anyway. They hadn't done anything wrong, and neither had Edward. I only had myself and my stupid hormones to blame.

I sighed as I felt how hot the inside of the club was. Alice turned to me and said, "Wow, it's hot in here. I wonder when they'll kick the A/C on."

We walked over to find Jake and Emmett talking to the manager of the club. I overheard him saying that the air conditioner was broken, so it was going to be a sweaty night. I groaned in misery because I hated being this hot. In this moment, I actually missed the crisp coolness of Washington. I waved Alice off to find everyone for sound check and went to my ever-familiar spot at the back of the club. The club was already hotter than I could stand, so I knew it was going to be a long night once all the fans crowded inside.

A few hours later, the show was going strong while Volterra played their set. I had yet to see them play, because I tried to stay away. Unfortunately, Jake and the rest of the guys had become really good friends with the guys and they always came inside to watch. I didn't want to act strangely, so I stayed inside as well. The club was packed and everyone had sweat dripping off their bodies. The bouncers were standing on the edges of the stage, pouring ice cold water over everyone in the audience. I could see the band take the stage and I tried to avoid looking for the golden eyes and bronze hair of my fantasies. I watched Emmett grab the microphone with a fierce look on his face, ready to tear up the stage with his endless energy. Jasper walked over and grabbed his guitar, his long fingers giving the strings a couple of testing tweaks. Alice slung the strap on her bass over her shoulder and caught my eye, winking and grinning with excitement. I knew she loved performing, and it wasn't any wonder to see why. The Cullens and Hales were extremely beautiful and charismatic.

Then, as if they were pulled against their will, my eyes rested on Edward's familiar bronze hair and golden eyes. I watched as he gracefully sat behind his drum set, warming his fingers up with a few twirls of his sticks. The lights dropped and Jasper and Alice started playing a soft melody. The drums joined, and the sedate melody started to build into a beautiful crescendo before slowly dropping and dying away. As soon as the introduction was done, Edward whipped his t-shirt off and started pounding on the drums in earnest.

Emmett gave a loud growl and the music started in a frenzy. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of a half-naked sweaty Edward pounding on his drums. His arms were moving so fast that I had a hard time keeping up with him. I tried to tear my eyes away, honestly I did; the sight of his muscles bunching and releasing was just too delicious to ignore. I stopped breathing, focusing on his body. I could feel the temperature of the club rise about a thousand degrees as the saliva pooled in my mouth. Sweat beaded on my hot scalp and rolled down my neck into my tank top while I tried unsuccessfully to avert my eyes. Edward playing the drums with his muscles bared to my ravenous gaze was the most amazingly erotic sight I had ever seen in my twenty-one years. I felt my defense walls crumble as I continued to watch him, helplessly in lust with his body. I was done for and I had no idea what to do about it.

I felt Jake move away from me, into the center of the mosh pit. He started dancing with abandon and I moved further away so I wouldn't get hit. Mosh pits and I just didn't get along very well. The moment had helped snapped me out of my lust-filled reverie, and I was able to look back at the stage and watch without the fear of doing something crazy. That's when I saw that Edward was looking at me with dark eyes, not paying much attention as he continued to keep the beat for the next song. The look on his face could have matched mine, but without a mirror, I couldn't be sure. All I knew was that his eyes were roving over me much the same way my eyes had devoured him. His gaze rested on my chest, where I knew my tank top was plastered with sweat. My nipples were already hard from my forbidden thoughts, and I knew he noticed because his eyebrows snapped low over his narrowed eyes. The fierce look on his face looked almost angry, but the butterflies clawing my stomach from the inside told me that he definitely wasn't angry. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was as dry as the desert. I desperately tried to look away. Finally, I did something cowardly: I ran. I left the club as quickly as I could and ran to the van. I lay down on the back bench seat and gulped some warm bottled water as I tried to calm my racing heart. I could hear the music blaring out of the club through the front doors. The beat felt sensual to my overheated hormones. I tried in vain not to think about Edward's dark eyes. After a while, I fell asleep.

I was lying on the clean white sheets of a hotel bed. It was soft and comfortable, but I definitely wasn't feeling tired. I could feel the cool air drift over my heated skin. I tried to lift my head and take in my surroundings, but I couldn't get my heavy head to cooperate. I just sighed and relaxed back into the pillows. I could hear music playing quietly from the corner of the room.

I felt a pair of slightly rough hands drifting up my legs, beginning at my feet. They traveled the path in an agonizingly slow fashion, leaving goose bumps in their wake. I closed my eyes as I felt the hands drifting higher and higher, up over my hipbones, over my stomach, along the sides of my breasts, and finally coming to rest on the sides of my face. I refused to open my eyes; my subconscious told me I wasn't ready to and I complied. I felt a warm, solidly muscled body land gently along mine. I exhaled longingly. I let a small moan loose as a pair of perfect lips drifted along my jaw from my ear toward my chin. I could hear him inhaling as if he was taking in the scent of a delicious meal. His lips drifted along my neck, along my collarbone. His hands combed into my hair, wrapping it around his fingers as he suddenly jerked my face toward his. I felt his firm lips descend on mine, crushing them in his desire. My body arched involuntarily into his as I gave in to his hot mouth. I felt his wet tongue rub against mine, delving into my mouth. I reached my hands up to grip his hair, trying to ignore my screaming subconscious telling me not to enjoy this.

I felt one of the hands in my hair unwrap itself and drift back along its previous path, coming to rest on my left breast. My nipple hardened as he rolled it in his cupped palm. I arched my hips against his insistently and threw more of myself into the heated kiss. His hand became rougher on my breast as the song changed and a slow, sexy beat began. This song always made me feel incredibly sensual. I gyrated my hips in time with the song, feeling the rhythm take over my body. I could hear him groan as he lifted his lips from mine, pushing up on his arms to crawl down along my body once more. I could feel the blazing hot path of wet kisses he placed along my neck, breasts, and stomach as he went lower and lower. Finally, I couldn't feel his body anymore and I groaned in distress. Sensing what I needed, he grabbed both of my ankles and dragged me to the end of the bed. My butt hit the edge and I felt him push my legs apart roughly. I gasped as the cold air hit my heated core. The wetness pooled between my legs was embarrassing me, but I couldn't find the strength to care too much. I felt him biting his way along the inside of my left thigh while his hand stroked sensually along the inside of my right thigh. I waited in breathless anticipation for what I knew would come next. My head pushed back and twisted in agony as his cool breath blew against my wetness. I could feel a deep flush spreading across my chest and cheeks. Finally, those delicious lips brushed against my opening and I felt like I could die. His tongue gave a few teasing flicks as his hands reached out to push my hips against the bed. As he pinned me down with his strong arms, I felt his assault begin. There was an onslaught of moisture as his hot tongue flicked against my clitoris repeatedly, making my hips jerk uncontrollably. I couldn't help but moan loudly as I tried to get his tongue to go faster. He kept up his pleasurable assault until I finally screamed my release. I felt the wave of passion sweep from my head down to my toes as my stomach jerked in response to my climax. I could feel his hands let up on my hips as he picked me up and carried me somewhere. With my eyes still closed, I didn't know where he was taking me.

I felt him set me down gently before the sound of the shower came on. We must have been in the bathroom. I still kept my eyes clenched shut as I listened to him adjusting the water. I heard him come back over to me, laughing softly at the obstinate expression on my face. He just lifted me up again and carried me into the shower, setting me down under the spray. I felt the water pound against my back as he pulled my body against his. I could feel his muscles bunching as he massaged my lower back with his skilled hands. My head fell back as I felt those lips drifting along my neck again. He turned me slightly and I felt the cold wall of the shower against my back as he lifted me up. My arms wrapped themselves around his strong shoulders while he lifted my legs around his waist. He spoke for the first time. "Bella, look at me," he demanded.

Finally, my eyes snapped open and I looked up into the face of so many of my fantasies. Edward's devastatingly beautiful face looked back at me. His golden eyes were narrowed, his face set in a look of lust so deep it made my breath catch. Just then, I felt his erection thrust heavily into my body. I wanted so badly to close my eyes in passion, but we continued to stare into each other's eyes as he pushed into me again and again. I couldn't breathe, it felt so amazing. My breasts bounced against his chest as his hips ground against mine. I moaned his name repeatedly as he pounded into me faster and faster. I could feel my release building as I stared into his beautiful eyes. He leaned into my neck, nipping at it before bringing his mouth against my ear and whispering, "Come for me, Bella. Come for me."

I couldn't resist him any longer, and I felt my climax come crashing down around me like an anvil. The pleasure was too much, too intense. I screamed Edward's name as my walls clenched around his hard length, throwing my head back against the shower wall in ecstasy. While I threw myself against him, Edward shouted, "Bella! God!" and surged against me with all his strength. I felt his hot release into my body. I gasped for air.

Suddenly, I woke up alone.