Chapter 12: Flame

Jacob was fighting a losing battle with himself. One part of him wanted to remain professional and focused, yet the other side….

I can't deny the way I feel about her. I'll deal with the repercussions later. Talk about zero willpower. This woman makes me crazy, but I love it. As much as he wanted to rip his hair out at times when they argued, he had to admit that one look from her big brown eyes, and he was putty in her hands.

She made him weak.

He paused, looking up at her as she straddled him.

Renesmee looked back through hooded eyes, her coppery waves framing her face. "Do you want me?"

He snorted softly, rubbing his hands on her jean-clad thighs. "I should ask the same question," he replied cockily.

She gave him a brief hurt look, and he instantly relented. There goes that resolve thing again. Damn.

Reaching down, she placed her hand on top of his, her soft hands urging him to move his hands against the denim. The calluses of his palms caught on the material, and in that moment, he couldn't help but wonder how soft her skin would be. Women always felt different – soft in just about any place you could think of to touch them.

He didn't doubt that Renesmee would feel any different.

Her eyes narrowed as she shifted herself closer, her center coming into contact with his groin. "I'll ask again….do you want me?"

He was silent for a second, letting his eyes take her in. That woman – that hot, sometimes crazy woman who drove him wild – was perched in his lap, and they were miles away from civilization.

"I…think I want you more than I've wanted anything."

She smiled, leaning forward. "How do you do that to me?"

"Do what?"

"Make me so crazy."

My thoughts exactly, his mind echoed.

Her lips collided with his in a hungry kiss, Jacob chanting to himself mentally that he shouldn't do this. It was wrong; he felt like he was taking advantage of her. But was it wrong when she seemed to want it so badly? He moved his lips down her neck, wanting to taste every single inch of her. The skin on her neck tasted sweet and the smell where her neck met her shoulder was making his mouth water. I bet she dabbed some perfume there…shit that smells good. What is it about women's perfume that makes me want to lick every inch of them?

Jacob growled to himself with satisfaction as he felt her shudder slightly. Reaching up, he pulled the too-large flannel shirt down over her shoulder, the buttons falling easily out of the first few loops. Renesmee gripped his arm and moved her head to the side to allow him better access. He pushed his nose forward, running it along her hairline to smell the fruity scent of her shampoo. That smelled amazing, too. He kissed her soft skin and reveled in the way she shuddered in his lap when he did something she liked.

Renesmee move against him, grinding her center against the tightened area of his jeans. He felt himself straining against the rough material, wondering what to do next. Women usually slammed on the brakes when the clothing started to come off. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to stop.

"Hold on," she panted, breaking away from his mouth. Renesmee lifted herself off his lap long enough to unbutton her jeans and kick them off.

She gave him an expectant look, her brown eyes wide. "Please tell me you're not having second thoughts?"

"What?" he asked, jumping to action. "N-No," he sputtered, fumbling to unbutton his own pants. Kicking them off, he was now in only his boxers, while she was in a pair of black underwear and an oversize flannel shirt.

Oh good Lord…this is happening, he thought to himself as she settled herself back on his lap. Avoiding his bad arm, she grabbed him tightly and pulled their bodies together as her lips moved back onto his. Jacob moaned as his hands were instantly drawn to the tops of her thighs. He had never planned on seeing this much of Renesmee Cullen; the fact that they were there, doing this, still completely boggled him.

He knew it wasn't right, but he wasn't about to stop. He needed to feel her, if only for one night. Never in his life had he wanted someone – needed someone – so much. No other girl drove him as wild as she drove him. This girl, this time, this night was something he would think of every night for the rest of his life.

He rubbed his palms against her thighs, enjoying the small gasps of pleasure coming from Renesmee as she moved her hips against his groin. Jacob groaned again and let his hands sink lower to her center, his fingertips brushing underneath her cotton underwear. Feeling courageous, he pushed the material aside and finally allowed himself to touch her.

Now it was Renesmee's turn to moan. "Oh Jake, yes," she panted, letting her head fall back slightly.

Jacob looked up at her, silently cheering himself on as he touched her feminine center and made her moan.

"We shouldn't do this," he heard himself say softly.

She glanced down at him, fighting to focus her eyes as he continued to touch her. "So why don't you stop?" she stuttered.

"I don't want to. Just giving you an out."

"You offer to…t-to stop when you….oh God," she muttered, biting her lip. "I need to shut up," she muttered, leaning forward. She kissed him hungrily, as if to beg him for more.

His fingers stroked her softly, eliciting shivers and pleasured moans from her lips between kisses.

He was completely addicted.

The sight, taste, and even smell of this girl had him completely needing more. He slipped a finger past her folds and curled it forward, gently stroking her. Renesmee's eyes widened as she leaned forward on his lap, grinding her hips against his hand. He fought to remain coherent as his name tumbled from her mouth again and again.

"Jacob….oh my-"

Reaching up, she clumsily undid the last two buttons on the flannel shirt she wore. He followed her lead, yanking it off one shoulder so her breasts were exposed to him. He moved forward, flicking his tongue over one of her peaks. She mewled and bucked against his hand, making the strain in his pants increase tenfold. Her body tightened against him, signaling her release. Renesmee's eyes were closed tight, and her lip was firmly lodged between her teeth as he continued his movements, bringing her down from her euphoric high. When her breathing slowed and her eyes opened, he pulled his hand away and played with the elastic on her underwear. They needed to come off.

"Please," he begged, looking up at her.

She nodded, painstakingly lifting herself off his lap so they could finish undressing. Jacob lunged for his jeans, grabbing his wallet with trembling hands. He had one condom in it, and he was thanking his lucky stars he happened to have it with him tonight. This could be his only chance with her, and he didn't want to screw it up by being unprepared.

"You have one of those in your wallet?" she asked, yanking her hair out of its ponytail. She inhaled deeply, trying to catch her breath.

Jacob watched as her coppery locks tumbled down over her shoulders, nearly covering her bare chest. Her cheeks were pink and flushed from their foreplay, and he found himself start to get a little nervous.

"It's ah…it's really my 'who am I kidding' condom…I…it's been in here for almost a year."

"Is that so?" she breathed, her lusty gaze meeting his. "Well…let's put it to good use, shall we?"

"Uh—"

He didn't have time to answer again, before Renesmee was back in his lap, naked this time. His hands found her hips, pulling her down onto his body. She reached down, helping him roll on what he had now deemed the world's best and most useful condom, before sinking herself onto his length.

"Oh…" she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut.

Unable to resist, he looked down at his lap as Renesmee slid down his length the entire way.

"Fuck," he growled as her silky walls encased him. Jacob made up his mind then and there: they both needed this if they were going to remain sane, and he wasn't about to deny her that. Besides, how could he? Renesmee did things to him that made him thank his lucky stars his father had a fishing cabin in the first place.

He reached down, grabbing her hips to help her find her pace on top of him. Renesmee gripped his shoulders as she set a slow, torturous rhythm on his lap. Jacob watched with reverence as her head fell forward, her eyes closed tight and her teeth gripping her bottom lip again as she moved on top of him. Copper curls rolled over her shoulder, covering her chest as she moved against his aching body. He winced as she bumped his bandaged arm again, but found it easy to ignore when she increased her friction against him.

Leaning forward, he palmed one of her breasts in his hand and flicked his thumb over her taut nipple. Renesmee moaned, her eyes opening slightly to look down at him.

"See something you like?"

"This works better if we don't talk," she laughed between soft sighs of pleasure.

"You're definitely right. We…should just focus on the moaning. And you know…making each other moan."

Renesmee bit back a laugh, increasing her pace again. "I agree."

He let his head fall back against the couch, enjoying the feeling of her riding him with such force. Never before had sex felt this raw and passionate for him.

"Does this feel as good to you as it does…oh…me?" he asked, gripping her hip with his good arm.

"You're ruining this for me," she said, trying not to laugh.

He leaned forward, taking her nipple in his mouth and running his tongue over it. He firmly pulled at the other one, smiling against her skin as he heard her cry out in enjoyment.

"Still ruining it?"

"Mmmm, no…just don't…"

He laughed to himself as he continued his work, making her body clench around his as she got closer and closer. Grabbing her ass, he used his hold to move her hips harder to increase the movements between them. Renesmee gripped the couch behind his head, her nails scraping against the worn material. He took that as a good sign that she was getting closer to her release, making him smirk with gratification. He wondered if her stupid ex-boyfriend had ever made her climax during sex before. Pushing the thought from his mind, he decided that the answer was most likely no and took that as a personal challenge.

Jacob grabbed her hips and turned their bodies so that he could lie back almost completely flat on the floor. Renesmee barely opened her eyes long enough to notice as he changed their position. Grabbing his shirt, he quickly jammed it under his head to give himself a better view of Renesmee as she moved on top of him.

Something so damn sexy about a woman on top, he thought to himself. Reaching down, he let his fingertip lightly graze the bundle of nerves between her legs.

She fell forward, gripping his abs with her pale hands as her body shook slightly.

"Don't stop!" she cried in a shrill voice.

Jacob laughed, finding it hard to find his voice as he watched her body move in the firelight. "Even…even during sex you're…you're ordering me around."

"You…oh…you take direction well," she panted, clenching her eyes shut.

He increased his efforts, determined to make her glad she had taken this step with him. He watched as her body tightened and her movements on top of him slowed and became jerky. She clenched herself around his cock so tight, it made his toes curl. He was teetering on the edge of release, but refused to let himself fall over until he knew she had gone first.

Renesmee rolled her hips against him a final time, her tightness finding just the right spot she needed. Jacob added a light amount of pressure to his efforts and watched as her body tensed and shook again. She seemed close, but he needed to know what to do make sure she came. This was not an instance where he wanted to disappoint.

He grinned to himself as she moved, still determined to please her more than she had ever been before.

"You know…I still take direction well," he pointed out hopefully between pants. Maybe if she helped him do what she liked, he could get the job done.

"Mmm…a little…harder…just like…oh…"

He listened to her directions, grateful for the help. He wasn't about to let Renesmee walk away from this without it being the best sex of their lives. She tensed again, this time her entire body going slightly rigid on top of him. She trembled for a moment, stilling her movements as her walls spasmed around him. Back and forth, she rocked with a deliberate rhythm, getting the last few ounces of pleasure from her release. Jacob felt himself grow even harder as he watched her pale body still on top of his as she tried to catch her breath.

He had made her completely breathless. Satisfaction sizzled through his veins.

"Oh my God…that was…I…I've never…"

"You know, there's…not a rule that can only happen once. I'm…I'm still willing to take direction," he panted, reaching up to touch her cheek.

Her breathing stilled as she smiled and leaned into his touch, an "I just came" smile decorating her perfect features.

"Is that so?"

He nodded, gently pushing her off his still hard member. He motioned for her to lie down, and she obeyed, looking up at him as he settled between her legs. This would be hard with his bandaged arm, but he was more than determined to make this last longer. Balancing on his good arm, he hovered above her and gave her his best smile.

"My turn," he said, before entering her again.

Renesmee bit her lip to keep from laughing, but the sparkle in her eye let him know that she was enjoying their sexy banter as much as he was. He set a slow, deep rhythm, and before long, he could feel her start to clench around him. Lifting her leg around his waist, he sunk himself deeper and hit a different angle.

Bingo, he thought, watching as her lips parted and her eyes fell closed.

Renesmee groaned quietly, her body trembling beneath his as he felt her tightening again. Leaning down, he let his lips press against hers again and again, breaking away when she finally cried out.

"Oh God—"

"I've been called worse."

"No…no t-talking," she wailed quietly, squeezing her eyes closed again.

He watched as she trembled and shook, his own orgasm quickly following. They writhed together on the floor for a few seconds, enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss that was flowing between them. He finally rolled off of her, breathlessly pulling the blanket off the back of the couch.

Renesmee lay on the floor, completely bare and panting. He could see a thin layer of sweat covering her breasts and neck as she stared at the ceiling with dazed eyes.

"I know no talking, but what about cuddling?" he asked with a smirk. His tone was joking, but he really wanted nothing more than to pull Renesmee against him and share in the blissful post-sex feeling.

"Sure," she panted, rolling onto her side.

He held up the blanket, allowing her to scoot under it and press up against his side. She grabbed one of the pillows from the couch and offered it to him, which he gladly accepted. Jacob fought the urge to say something sarcastic about the success of their little romp; instead, he watched as Renesmee rested her head on his outstretched bicep. His injured arm stung, but he found it hard to pay attention to anything besides the gorgeous woman on his other arm. He watched as she closed her eyes, her naked body scooting closer to his. Their legs tangled together as he pulled the blanket up around them, grateful for the warmth of the fireplace at their feet.

"Thank you," she muttered sleepily.

He chuckled, surprised at her gratitude. "For what?"

She smiled, her eyes still closed. "For everything."

"You're welcome," he answered softly, unable to tear his eyes away from her calm, sleepy face.

She's a stuck up, rich princess that I can't stand ninety-nine percent of the time…but I think I just fell in love with her.

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I hope I delivered ; ) You can't skip the review on a chapter like that, can you?

Thank you to JenRar, who has helped me clean this up and make it what it is : )