First, thanks to all who have reviewed! Your suggestions do help! Okay, okay! Remember that Edward is still a boy, in many ways. He is a bit annoying, but I hope this makes up for it! Now on to bigger and better things!

S.M. owns the characters. I still love her, though!

Bella POV

I didn't notice, in all of the confusion of things, with Edward taking me in his arms and running, that he had grabbed a large pack full of camping equipment and slung it on his back. I watched as he set up a small two person tent, made a fire, and rolled out the sleeping bags. Two of them, and arranged them neatly inside of the tent.

His face was glowing with excitement. "I never seem to be able to get you to myself. There are always too many distractions. Now we can just be alone. You and me and nothing else," he took my hands softly in mine and gave me a gorgeous crooked smile.

I smiled back. I didn't want to see any more of his mood swings. I was alone in a forest with a vampire. I didn't know if any of the others were on their way.

"Well, what if Alice show's up?" I joked, keeping it light.

"I carried you, so your scent will be hard to pick up. My scent is all over these mountains, this is where I like to hunt, mountain lions mostly, so it will be hard to find us." He laughed at his cleverness. "And I have a built in voice detector," he pointed to his head.

"Are there any lions around now?" More and more predators, just great. There was no way I was getting out of this alive, my luck wasn't that good.

"No, not now. I ate around here yesterday." It was true, his eyes were liquid topaz. He released my hands and sat on the ground facing the gorge, the waterfall pounding into the pool below. He patted on the ground beside him, asking me to sit. I didn't want to upset him. The area was beautiful, but there was someone else I was wishing I was with.

He pulled me closer, wrapping his cold arm around my waist. There was no way to pull back when he leaned his forehead on my shoulder. I saw him wriggle his nose in response to my smell. "You smell like garlic… and males," he said the last word like it left a bad taste in his mouth. "But no matter, I wanted to show you show you this place. I come here often to clear my head. Sometimes it is tedious having to listen to everyone's thoughts."

"And you can't read my thoughts?" I know he mentioned it before, but I wanted to be sure.

"No, and I cannot tell you how frustrating and refreshing it is at the same time. You keep me guessing, I like that," his smile touched his eyes.

"I thought it was dangerous for you to be alone with me?" I wasn't sure this was a good idea, but he had saved me twice. I was still a bit wary; my bruised lips reminded me that he could be rough.

"Yes, but I think I can control myself. I know that I am strong enough," he almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself. Now I was scared. He was putting me in a very precarious position, endangering my life, when he still wasn't sure his needs were in check. I needed to keep talking, to keep him occupied. Maybe Alice would find me. I did feel bad. I knew he was trying and I felt like I owed him a chance, after saving me. Who knows what would have happened with those losers in Port Angeles?

"Uh, I wanted to thank you again for Port Angeles. Really, I am grateful."

"I just couldn't bear the thought of what could have happened to you," he leaned close to my neck and inhaled, deeply. I felt a shiver run up my spine. "God, you smell good," he pulled away quickly, moving to the other side of the campsite before I had time to blink. I froze. I knew he could smell the fear in my blood, the hair stood up on the back of my neck.

I didn't move as he walked back to me slowly. "I'm sorry." He sat back down next to me. I couldn't speak.

Oh, please, someone find me! Alice! Carlisle!

"Really, I'm in control," his voice was honey. He wrapped his arm back around my waist. "Please, tell me what you are thinking. It drives me crazy that I don't know!"

"I…I was thinking about how beautiful it is here. I want to thank you for bringing me here," I wanted to keep the conversation generic. I felt like a fly caught in the spider's web. I wanted it to be Carlisle's arm around me, his voice whispering in my ear. I needed help.

I could feel his body shake as he laughed silently. "No. I mean, that's nice and all. But I want to know how you feel about me. I cannot get you out of my head. My every though is about you. I can't focus on anything around me. You don't realize the effect you have on me. I got a B-plus on a paper because all I could think of while doing it was you."

"What a tragedy that is," I said lightly, wanting to avoid the question.

He laughed loudly, unabashed. My heart picked up. I was actually happy that he was happy. Okay, so he was charming and when the mood swings weren't around he was pleasant. The laughter lit up his face, making him even more handsome than before. But, I just didn't feel that way about him. I could see him as a good friend, maybe even a best friend, but not a boyfriend.

He picked me up, standing me on my feet, making me dizzy in the process. His arm was still around my waist, gripping me tightly. I could feel the hard cold muscles of his body pressing into my hot skin. My heart began to race, this was not what I wanted, not what I was ready for. I tried to pull back, just a little and he let me, but just so he could look down at me.

His eyes had turned dark, something new that I had never seen before, lust. He lowered his head to mine. I could feel his cool breath wash over me, it was enticing, but not the scent I wanted. I pulled back slightly, my eyes looking for any escape.

"We found love, Bella, don't fight it," his voice was husky. I couldn't move as his frosty lips met mine, his tongue traced my lower lip, just like this morning. My mind was screaming, but I knew he was to strong, and no one was around to help me. His lips forced mine apart, his tongue entering my mouth, dominating mine, dancing with it unwillingly. I tried to imagine that it was Carlisle; I wanted this to go smoothly, I knew what Edward was capable of, physically. I didn't want my life to end over a rejected kiss.

His mouth wrapped around my tongue, sucking gently, pulling mine into his mouth. I heard him groan and his hands slipped down from my waist to my butt, pinching and massaging the flesh. "Uh, Edward…" I managed as I came up for air. He mistook my protest for delighted begging and his mouth became more forceful. His lips moved to my ear, biting and nibbling at the lobe, I tried pushing him away.

"Don't be so modest," I heard him pant in my ear. "You didn't dress like that for any other reason than to tease me."

Damn me for wanting to look good for his father!

His lips trailed down my neck and he stopped at my pulse point, smelling the blood pumping through the veins. He began tickling my collar with his tongue, alternating between licking and kisses. He pulled me closer and I could feel his member hard through his pants, straining. He growled as he pushed it against my stomach, enjoying the friction. His lips were on mine again, hard and vigorous. One hand moved to my back and held me in place while his other moved to my sex. He could feel the natural heat through my pants, palming me. He brought his hand back to his nostrils and inhaled deeply. His eyes turned from lust to something more sinister; he looked like a man possessed. His lips pulled back and his teeth gleamed in the sunlight. He pushed his hand back down between my thighs, rubbing me harder. It hurt and I whimpered in pain. No, No, No!

I did the only thing I could think of, even though it was stupid, but I was not going down like this. I wasn't going to let him take my virginity, and possibly my life, without a fight. I hit him, as hard as I could, across the face. I felt the sting in my hand and knew I was going pay for it later, but it was worth it.

His eyes met mine and he released me, hissing at me as I fell to the ground. Suddenly recognition of what he was doing hit him and shock crossed his face. "You'll be safe here until morning," he said before darting into the trees.

I waited for him to return, not moving, afraid that if I did his hammer of anger would crush me. I don't know how long I was there for, but after a while my legs began to cramp and I needed to move. I surveyed the scene around me. The sun was just starting to set and shadows were beginning to creep their way through the forest. Oh, crap! I was lost and alone! I crawled into one of the sleeping bags and zipped it up around me. Tears filled my eyes and I lost control.

Well, there! A little citrusy. It's my first time, so please be gentle! More lemon, or less? More reviews makes me write faster!