He helped guide my movements as thrills of excitement shot through my body. I closed my eyes again, imagining our movements as part of making love with Edward. Edward lifted my free arm up and draped it around his neck. I had to stretch a little to reach him. He ran his hand back down the exposed underside of my arm and ribs, settling over my lower waist and possessively dragging his hand along my stomach. New and immensely pleasurable sensations coursed through me as we moved together. I knew that this was something I never would have tried on my own. I was also thankful I was a little bit buzzed from that fruity drink Alice ordered. I totally would have chickened out doing this in public.

I never imagined Edward and I would be dancing like this. He was good at it too, of course. He was good at everything. His hands on my hips guiding me, felt amazing and so right. I liked the way he was guiding my hips to move with his. Feeling the length of his hard body behind me, sent thrills shooting all the way through me. I felt sexy. His hands moved slowly across my stomach with our movements. I had never felt anything more erotic.

Eventually, I moved my hand away from his neck and took the change in tempo as an opportunity to gently press my butt back into his hips. His hands flexed against me and I felt the growl in his chest. Afraid I had gone too far, I paused. But his hands kept my body settled against his, maintaining the pressure that felt so amazing. I needed more.

He turned me around facing into him. His eyes were black and intense. I could see the same hunger there as I'm sure was obvious on my face. I stared into his dark eyes, my heart beating with the music, waiting for his next move. As I had seen Jasper and Alice do earlier, he guided me into position against him, his thigh between my legs. His hands were firm against my back, holding me to him.

We continued to move with the steady bass beat of the music as I looked into the darkened pools of his eyes. The sight of them sent fire shooting into my belly. Steadying myself, I laid my hand on his chest over his still heart. His hand covered mine tenderly. He raised our entwined hands to his lips and kissed the back of my fingers. I smiled. Always the gentleman.

But tonight wasn't about being gentlemanly. Remembering Alice's warning that Edward had decided to try and slow things down, I decide to step things up.

I wrapped my free arm around him still watching his beautiful face. Biting my lip, I slid my hand down from his strong back, cupping his butt. He quirked a humorous eyebrow at me. I squeezed his cheek in return. Eyes still smoldering, he slid his own hand from my back down to my butt. He used the leverage to slide me further up his thigh. Somehow, the situation didn't make me laugh so much as burn with desire for more.

I tried really hard not to be obvious, but the pressure of his thigh between my legs felt delicious in all the right ways. We moved together, our bodies grinding slowly and I took the opportunity to experiment with what felt good. I was probably being much more obvious than I thought, but I didn't care. This was too amazing. I lifted my face to his when I felt close to bursting. I needed some kind of release.

He caught the intensity of my need and kissed me passionately. His lips were filled with the same need as mine. They were insistent and firm. I felt his tongue softly graze against my lips as I parted them. His tongue slipped into my mouth and reveled in the taste of him.

I gasped for breath and he released me moving on to my neck. I tilted my head to the side giving him full access as I panted. The steady bass beat continued to overshadow my racing heart. Every nerve in my body was attuned to him and aching for more. I was a live wire.

The whoosh of air and the decreased in volume were my only cues that we had moved off the dance floor. I didn't even care to take my eyes off of him to see where we were. I knew we were outside somewhere. The absence of the slamming bass beat allowed me to feel my wildly thudding heart in my chest once again.

He pressed my back firmly against a wall. His body leaned fully against mine, holding me in place. I felt that same delicious pressure of his hips pressing into me. I gripped my hands around his butt and pulled him harder against me, returning the pressure. His free hand tangled in my hair. I stifled a moan in his mouth.

Our kisses were becoming intense and almost frantic. The scorching heat building in my body screamed for release. I moved my legs slightly, encouraging his thigh to slip between them again. He complied and a jolt of pleasure arched through my body. I felt like I was going to explode. His hands were everywhere, caressing and gripping me. I felt totally consumed by him and I loved it.

Finally, Edward was allowing himself to let go. He was just as needy and intense as I was and I thrilled at the new connection I felt with him. His hips moved very deliberately against me - Once, twice, grinding deliciously in all the right places. He groaned quietly in pleasure and hearing his desire tipped me over the edge.

My body reacted. Without warning, the most pleasurable sensation I had ever felt pulsed between my legs. I froze with the sheer pleasure of it. It was over so fast, I wasn't sure what happened at first. My whole body felt good and tingly. After the shock of my first orgasm left me, I was damp and breathless.

Edward pulled away from my lips, his black eyes large and burning. I felt his chest rumbling against me, as I heard him growl lowly. I noticed that I wasn't the only one panting. Actually, panting wasn't an accurate description in his case.

Clearing the haze of alcohol and lust, I tried to make my brain understand what my eyes were seeing. I focused on my curiosity to regain some control of myself. Edward was barely holding it together. His body was tensed and predatory. As Edward pulled in his own deep breaths of air, it dawned on me that his brain didn't need oxygen, he was tasting my scent on the air. The thought of what he might be smelling at this moment-all my crazy hormones and my obvious desire -made me blush. He closed his eyes and groaned.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. Not quite sure what to apologize for first. I had a few options; acting like a sex-crazed maniac, blushing at the worst moments and adding blood to the list of temptations I represented, or for my unintentional orgasm. Oh God. Did he know about that? Could he tell what had happened? My heart beat a frantic staccato at the thought.

He closed his eyes, his face still inches from mine and growled lowly again. I felt his chest rumbling deeply. "Edward? Are you okay?" I was afraid I had pushed him over the edge. The last of my buzz died as concern bloomed in its place. His eyes were squeezed shut. He was frozen in place around me, except for the draw of heavy breaths through his mouth. "Edward? Look at me." I caressed his face with my hand, willing him to open his eyes.

He didn't open his eyes, but he slowly and deliberately removed his hands from my body placing them to either side of me against the wall. I could tell it was an effort for him to release me. But I was still trapped possessively between his arms. The shift lessoned some of his weight against me. I whimpered at the loss and his eyes flew open again. I gasped. His eyes were so black I could see my refection in them. They burned with desire and a wildness I'd never before seen in them. The intensity behind them rekindled the tingle in my belly.

"Don't move." His whisper was a plea and a command. Predatory and concerned at the same time. What had I done to him? I knew I had to help him. I pushed my own desires down and focused. I remembered what he told me about the first time we met. How he stopped breathing to lessen the temptation of my blood. I knew this wasn't bloodlust, but it seemed like the right approach.

"I think you should stop breathing, Edward." He seemed to be listening to my words, but his chest continued to rise and fall with his breath. I needed something more. "Snickerdoodle," I whispered. He snapped his mouth shut, cutting off his air supply. His eyes were still wild and black as night. I slowly raised my hand stroking his face gently as he calmed down.

"I'm so sorry, Edward."

"Please," he choked out. He closed his eyes for a long moment. Finally he took in a careful breath to speak. I tensed. "Please, don't apologize to me Bella. I'm the one that lost control."

"But -"

"No, nothing that happened was your fault." His eyes were still closed, but he seemed to be back to himself. His usual self-loathing, masochistic self, that was. I shook my head, about to protest before this got out of hand. He pushed off the wall away from me. The loss of his weight was noticeable. I hugged my arms around myself. He turned away from me and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "I just need a moment."

I obediently waited for him to pull himself together. After a few moments, he dropped his hand and opened his eyes. They were back to a dark amber. I noticed he still wasn't breathing though.

I waited for him to speak, not sure where his mood had landed. "I'm the one that owes you an apology. I was this close to losing it. I could have hurt you." The last part came out in a whisper.

"But you didn't. You didn't hurt me at all. You stopped yourself from doing anything. You were able to come back down. Edward, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm the overly-hormonal human who has to push everything to the limits." I was desperate to convince him. He had to see the truth of the situation.

The highs and lows of my emotions were getting to me. I fought back tears. I refused to cry.

He gathered me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. "What a pair we are," he laughed without humor. He was trying to comfort me of all things. He let the argument drop in the face of my tears. I decided to follow suit.

"The masochistic lion," I whispered.

"And my tempting little lamb," he responded.

As we walked back to the car, I realized we had gone outside through the emergency exit doors. Huh. I hadn't even noticed. Rather than heading back inside through the throngs of people, we walked around the outside of the building, still holding onto each other. The line of people waiting to get into the club hadn't lessened. Edward sent the valet off to retrieve our car while he held me comfortably against his side. I began to feel the late hour and the effects of drama and alcohol. I let him support my weight a little more.

We slipped into the back seat of the car, just moments before Alice, Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett slid into their respective seats.

Emmett sniffed loudly. "Damn, Bella!" he laughed accusingly. Not satisfied with my confused silence, he turned on Edward. Reaching back from the driver's seat he punched Edward on the shoulder. "I didn't know you had it in you, kid," he teased.

Edward's reaction was too fast for my eyes, but I felt the car rock forward suddenly. I heard the low hiss of rapid vampire speech and although I couldn't make out the words, I could tell they were heated.

I did manage to see both Rosalie and Alice smack Emmett on the head simultaneously. Emmett turned back into the driver's seat, suddenly completely focused on pulling the car away from the curb. Everyone was tersely quiet. I was completely confused at the whole altercation until the windows conspicuously rolled down.

Something worse than a nightmare occurred to me. They could smell me. They all knew what my traitorous hormonal body had done. I buried my red face in my hands suddenly grateful for speedy vampire driving. When we got back to their house I was showering and burning these stupid clothes.

AN: This is my favorite chapter. I hope you liked it too. Thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter! I'm happy to post this one up a day early :) I even added a little more to the good parts, since you all were so generous with your reviews.

There are only four more chapters to this story before we get back to Breaking Dawn... I'll make everyone a deal. If I get 15 reviews on a chapter, I'll edit and post the next chapter immediately. Otherwise, it'll be up in 2 days as normal (believe me when I say, it's a lot of work). Thanks!