Its come to my attention that i've been a bit of a wally and posted my un-beta'd chapters *sigh* what a douche - any who, I will replace them - once i get the fab Boo's Boys to look over them again - sorry guys - my beta is fab, I tend to make dumb mistakes *sigh* Thank you for sticking with me :D

Reminder : Chapters that are all in Italics are memories :D xoxo Beibs.

Sometime in the mid-morning I realise I'm warm, excessively warm. There is an arm wrapped around my waist, and I can feel a long, taught, and muscular wall of man behind me. It takes a few moments for me to remember I'm in Edward's bed. I stretch out and smile widely.

I love waking up in Edward's arms.

He stirs slightly from behind me, pulling me closer. It's then that I'm rewarded with the feel of his glorious morning wood pressed firmly against my butt. I can't help myself; I grind back into him, rubbing myself shamelessly on his hard body.

He groans lightly, and flexes his hips.

I grin wider.

It's not long before Edward's hand is snaking further up my body. His fingers brush lightly below my breasts; my blood begins to heat and my heart speeds up.

My hand is a magnet, and his crotch is my destination.

I reach behind me, brushing against the length of the tent in his boxers. He thrusts firmly into my hand, and I roll over into the circle of his arms, brush a kiss on his neck, and throw my leg over his hips.

I've lost any semblance of control, and somewhere deep inside I know this is crossing a line, but I can't find it in me to care. He is just so damn big that the logical part of my brain has been muted, cuffed, and chained while my libido runs wild.

His hands are roaming my body now, one firmly placed on my left breast, the other heading south rapidly. I lift myself, not interested in trying to play coy. I want this, and I want it now.

"Edward," I breathe, panting hard.

"Mmmmm." His lips are occupied, raining kisses on my neck.

"Do you have a condom?" I moan out.

Suddenly his hand is lifted off my breast, while the one in my pants is ripped away quicker that hot wax on an eyebrow.

His eyes fly open. "Bella? Shit, I'm so sorry." He looks horrified.

"What? Why?" I move closer, and run my hand along his toned chest.

He brings his own down, stopping me in my tracks.

"You know we can't do this," he groans, then jumps out of the bed and flees into his ensuite, while I'm left confused and unsatisfied in his bed.

UGH, E! WTF! who feels bad for poor widdle Bella ?