Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, any of the characters in Twilight, or anything related to the books and/or movies. If I did, I would be way too busy- doing dirty things with the Cullen boys- to sit down at my laptop and write this story. The scenes that I did borrow from Stephenie Meyer have been revamped to fit my story.

A/N: Just a warning to you all. Things between Jasper and Bella start to get heated up a little in this chapter. It's important to the storyline, because I need everyone to understand the strength of the pull between them.

Learning to Live Again

Chapter Seventeen: Morning Surprises

"Jasper," I moaned, unable to stop his name from passing my lips. His name sounded sacred, like a prayer. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as I was consumed by pleasure.

"Look at me, baby," he whispered from above me, his voice deep with desire.

I opened my eyes wider to look into his darker ones. I reached up and swept a stray piece of his golden hair back that had fallen in his eyes during the past few hours that we had spent putting my bed to good use.

There were no signs of stopping yet, either. He leaned down and placed soft kisses on my neck and shoulders. I couldn't stop from the moan of his name from escaping my lips again.

"Bella," he moaned back to me. "Bella. Bella."

I opened my eyes and slowly took in my surroundings. I was lying on the large couch in Jasper's bedroom. He was behind me, holding me in his arms, and we were both under a new, soft comforter that the family had undoubtedly bought for me before they had left. He was raining kisses along my shoulder, the tee shirt that I had borrowed from him to sleep in having fallen off of it in the night.

"Wake up, Bella." He coaxed me out of my slumber and I stretched alongside him. "Good morning, baby."

If I could purr, I would have been doing so in this perfect moment. I was waking up in Jasper's arms, being showered with affection by him, after just having a deliciously sinful dream about him. It was the absolute perfect start to the day.

"Good morning, Jazz," I said as I turned to face him. Not ready to full wake up, I snuggled into his chest and closed my eyes again.

"Oh, no, you don't," Jasper said. "You can't go to sleep until you tell me what exactly you were dreaming about."

"What?" I asked, still no coherent enough to voice a full sentence.

"Bella, you were moaning so loudly that Emmett thought we were doing something in here. And I could literally feel waves of lust coming from you," he elaborated.

"I was just having a good dream," I said casually.

"About who?"

"You, of course," I answered honestly. It was no secret how attracted I was to Jasper. I think that last night had proven that as well. There should be no doubt in his mind. I looked up at him and continued. "It was an amazing dream, really. We were in my bed, and you were above me. We had just finished hours and hours of making love."

Jasper's eyes suddenly got darker as soon as the words escaped my mouth. "Oh, God, you are going to be the death of me, Bella Swan. Thank God I ran out for an early morning hunt."

"Why do you say that, Mr. Hale?" I asked as I stretched alongside him, my body barely grazing against his. I grabbed both of his hands in my own, playing with our fingers. I was content to just lay here with him, saying nothing.

"If I wouldn't have gone, I would have no doubt ravaged you already," he answered honestly. "I'm better with my control, but you are still too damn irresistible."

"Maybe I want you to," I stated.

"Oh, I know that you want me to, Bella." He smiled cockily at me and placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. "But Emmett and Rosalie would hear us. We agreed last night that we would wait until we were alone."

"Make them leave," I shrugged my shoulders. As soon as I said the words, Emmett's loud laughter echoed throughout the halls of the house. "Stop eavesdropping, Emmett! Go hunting or something!"

"Don't worry, Bella!" Rosalie replied. "I'll take him out for a couple hours! Enjoy your time alone!" I smiled back at Jasper when the door closed, signaling that our brother and sister had left.

"Well, I took care of that objection," I said as I raised an eyebrow at him, signaling that he would need to come up with another argument.

"You're awfully feisty in the morning," he answered instead. He dropped his hands from my own and moved them to my waist before pulling me so that I was up against him. "And your voice is husky from sleep. It's incredibly sexy." He moved his hands lower, resting them on my lower hips.

"Your voice is always sexy. It still has a little southern accent in it which is why you sound so damn charming all the time. You're the one who's irresistible." I bit back the natural moan that occurred when I was thinking of Jasper. His shirt was unbuttoned so I placed my hands on his cold skin and traced the lines of his chest, down to his flat stomach.

"You're insatiable," he growled out as his fingers dug into my skin a little harder. He was fighting his control, but I couldn't help myself when I was around him. I was a teenager in love.

"I'm beginning to believe that, baby," I answered in a whisper. I moved to my head so that I could rain kisses along his neck. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it onto the floor of his now empty room. I moved my kisses to his shoulder and started to trail them to his chest. I felt Jasper's hand move to my thigh and pull my leg up until it was draped over his own. "But honestly, Jasper, how do we really know if I'm unable to ever be fully satisfied when I haven't been yet?" I teased.

I ran my tongue along his cold skin, finally unraveling his self control. Before I could register what was happening, Jasper had rolled us over so that I was on my back with him looming over me. His hands held my wrists above my head, pinning me to the bed. "We're about to find out, darling." Jasper bent his head down and sucked lightly on my neck before moving back up to my lips.

I could definitely get used to waking up like this. Our lips and tongues danced off each other as I struggled to break my hands free from Jasper's grip, wanting to tangle my fingers in his golden locks. He chuckled into our kiss, not easing the force on my wrists. I could fight unfair, too. I wrapped my legs around his lower back, grinding my lower body onto his.

"Bella!" he growled, tearing away from our kiss. He looked down into my eyes for a brief moment before finally releasing my hands and quickly yanking his shirt off me and discarding it onto the floor with his own. I clutched my hands onto his shoulders and ground against him again.

"Oh, God," I cried out. Jasper rested his head next to mine, his face in the pillow as he growled my name louder this time. He reached around to my back and sat us both upright so that I was in his lap and our bare chests were pressed against each other.

"I love you, Bella," he whispered before leaning in to kiss me again. Our kiss was deeper, harsher with need this time. My head was spinning with so many emotions, my own and Jasper's both mixing perfectly together. Love, lust, hunger, need, excitement. You name it; we were feeling it.

"Jasper," I whispered against his lips. "I love you, too. I need you so much, baby." My voice was begging, but I didn't care. I only cared about one thing right now, and that was to take Jasper's pants off as quickly as possible.

I moved my hands down to the button of his jeans and started fumbling with it when Jasper froze and sat up, broken out of our lust. "Alice."

"What?" I asked, my hand automatically stopping further actions but remaining at his waist. "What about Alice?" He turned his head to look at the doorway of the room and I instinctively did the same.

When I looked at the doorway, I saw that my other best friend was standing there with a sarcastic smirk on her face. "I really hope you weren't about to have sex on the couch. I was hoping to get that once our divorce is finalized, Jazzy."