A/N: I've deleted and re-written this chapter over and over again. I wasn't sure what exactly I wanted for chapter 2. Here it is none the less. I do hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 2: Where do we go from here?

BPOV

Those addictive, velvety lips found hers again, just one last time before they had to execute their plan. It was smoldering and hot and his taste was one hundred percent male.

Oh my god, those lips.

What else could he do with them if he could kiss her like crazy and fuck her like...well...? She had no way to describe the sex. Was there even a word to describe how mind-blowing the sex was? How good it felt having him buried inside of her? No! ...no words could do it justice.

So the plan...

Leah would have to be part of the plan to make this work. And Leah always had Bella's back.

Sam suggested they split up. Bella needed to go home and take a bath - soak off as much of his scent as she could manage, and keep away from Jake for the rest of the week. There was no other choice if she wanted to hide what she'd done from Jake.

Sam wanted Bella to tell Jake that things were over between the two of them; make a clean break and avoid any complications. And that was the plan...it just had to wait the week. For obvious reasons. She wasn't going to end a three year relationship over the phone, but there was no way she could continue with their meek relationship anymore, either. Not after tonight.

And what about Sam smelling like her when he went back to his house, you might ask? Because Bella sure did ask. Sam had said, "Your scent won't stick to me as long. One good wash and I'd be scent-free." He was planning on taking a midnight dip in the icy waters and then head back home - keep a low profile.

As for keeping away from Jake, Bella suggested telling him she had her period and that she wasn't feeling well. That would surely keep him at bay for the week. Jake didn't crave her company or her body as much anymore and with her being 'on her period', she was sure that it would be enough to make him lose interest for the time being.

Sam suggested she tell Jake she was going to her mother's for the week. An truly 'overdue' trip. Less suspicious.

Bella won this argument.

It would be better to keep Jake at bay by faking her period for the week, than have him pass by her house, only to find out that she had never gone to Florida. That would be a disaster at best. She would call Jake tomorrow to let him know about her monthly predicament.

And how does Leah tie into this whole plan? Well, Sam couldn't very well let on that he went down to the beach after Bella, only to find that she wasn't 'feeling well'. Too suspicious. What if, over the last six months, someone had in fact caught them looking at each other the way they did, and put two and two together? No. It was better for Leah to tell Jake that she'd left, because she was feeling a little 'under the weather'.

Bella thrust her phone back into her purse after sending Leah a text with the details of what was about to go down and looked up into Sam's eyes. He was looking at her like that again and instantly her heart kicked back into galloping at 50 miles an hour. How the hell did he manage to magic her body into responding like a hormonal teenager? "Done." Bella nodded. "Leah knows what to do."

He didn't say anything. Just kept undressing her with those eyes.

"Guess it's time for me to go." She stared back at him, trying to figure out if this was goodbye or just 'see you soon'. She didn't know. It was too difficult to read him, and she was afraid that if she did manage to guess what was going on in his mind, she might not like what she would find.

"Be good." Sam said his goodbyes with a wink and stroked his hand over her wet panties, giving her tingling nub a pinch.

"Don't!" She gasped and jerked in response. "You'll have me all hot and bothered if you keep doing things like this."

"Just use that hand of yours then..." He whispered in her ear and bit the shell. "And think of me when you do." He lazily dipped a finger into her wetness, pulled back with a smirk and popped it into his mouth. "Mmm..." He closed his eyes as he savored her essence, combined with his.

Just the sight of him doing that made her clench together her thighs in arousal. This man was going to be the death of her. Of that she was one hundred percent sure.

His eyes popped open, burning gold splashed against a backdrop of endless midnight. He growled. "Go."

"Enjoy your swim." She blushed and turned away with legs that felt like lead.

Trying to be as quiet as she could, Bella stumbled her way up the sandy shores and past Sam's house to her truck with legs that were ready to give in under her. She chanced a glance back at the brightly lit house, music bleeding buoyantly from inside. She could hear laughter and conversation drifting out toward her - her friends were completely oblivious to what had just taken place down at the beach. Bella couldn't see Jacob and assumed he was somewhere inside the house, doing...well, who knows what he was doing?

She eased open her truck door, slid in across the cool leather seats and jammed the key into the ignition, turning it with clenched teeth as the engine roared to deafening life. Way to keep a low profile. But what did it matter if Jake heard her now, anyway? Leah would be there to stop him and initiate the plan. Bella buckled up and shuffled uncomfortably in her seat as the dull ache between her legs reminded her of what had taken place not fifteen minutes ago. Just the thought made butterflies flutter rampantly deep inside of her stomach.

The evidence of Sam's and her hot and ardent coupling, leaked from her underwear and onto her thighs, transferring his scent onto the faded leather. She would probably have to take the truck for a proper valet to remove any lingering stains and scent.

Golden rays of early morning sun bled into Bella's bedroom, chasing her from her restless sleep. For minutes she just lay there, wondering if the image of Sam sheathed deeply inside of her while his slate eyes bored into her soul, was just a dream or if it was reality. Did last night really happen? Maybe a strong cup of coffee would help kick start her mind. Clear things up.

Bella swung her feet off the bed, sat up and grabbed her phone. She winced. Ouch. Her lady bits protested painfully at her sudden movement. And right there was her answer. She did have sex with Sam last night. Mind-numbing and fierce. He'd dragged orgasm after orgasm from her willing body with the gentlest of touches and the roughest of hips. He had completely lit her body on fire, and after last night, she knew she'd never be the same - not after she'd had a taste of Sam.

...and then the guilt came crashing down full force. What the fuck had she done? She couldn't even justify her actions by saying that she had been drunk. She literally had not had a drop of alcohol last night. And poor Jacob. She had been completely lucid while she let Sam take her body and light it on fire, thrust by hungry thrust.

Bella groaned into her hands. Oh god. It had been the best sex she's ever had. Nobody even came close to Sam. Especially not Jake.

She shuffled carefully through her tiny, two-bedroom house, padded over the blue and white linoleum floors of her even smaller kitchen and flipped on the kettle.

"You really messed up, Bella." She sighed and leaned back against the counter, arms crossed over her chest in annoyance at what she'd done. There was only one thing that would help right now. She needed to talk to her mother. And not over the phone. Maybe it would be better to jump on the first flight to Florida and get her advice. She always knew what to say.

With that idea in mind, Bella left the coffee forgotten and headed to her room to pack. She would call Jacob on her way to the airport to let him now where she was headed.

"Something is up with you." Her mother accused, narrowing her scrutinizing eyes at Bella and slid a large glass of wine toward her across the smooth cherry wood of the kitchen table.

Bella pursed her lips at her mother's accurate assessment of her (was she really that transparent?), and traced the wine glass with an absent finger. "Yeah." She sighed. "I need your advice, Mom."

Reneé poured a glass for herself and pushed the cork back into the bottle with practiced hands. "How 'bout we go outside and soak up some sun?" She suggested, storing the bottle in the fridge and peering over her shoulder at Bella as she closed the door. "And then you can tell me all about it."

Bella nodded. "Just bring the bottle along."

"That bad?" Her mother arched a concerned brow and opened the fridge again, grabbing the bottle as Bella had suggested.

"Worse." She grimaced.

Bella followed her mother to the sliding doors and out onto the patio that overlooked the beach. She flinched as the salty air hit her square in the face. It reminded her too much of last night. Of Sam and his skilled hands and hot mouth. She wondered what he was doing right at this moment? And Jake. He'd been so understanding when she told him she needed to see her mother; that she missed her. All he'd asked from her was to send his love to her mother.

"So?" Her mother encouraged.

Bella took a sip of her wine, set it down on the ground next to the lounge chair and scooted onto the bright green and yellow waterproof material. She looked over at her mother who was already lying back on her own chair, eyes closed and hidden behind large sunglasses. "Don't hate me." She implored.

"Promise." Her mother replied easily.

Bella sighed and lay back on the chair, enjoying the sun that warmed her pale skin. "I cheated on Jake."

Silence.

Bella waited.

"Why?" Her mother questioned eventually.

"I have no idea why, Mom." Bella raked a stray hand through her tangled hair. She sat up and turned to her mother, chewing on her lip as she mulled over her false answer. "Actually, that's not true. I know exactly why."

Her mother turned on her side, carefully lifted her sunglasses and nestled it into the light brown, sun kissed hair on top of her head, giving Bella her full attention.

"Jake and I, well...I guess you could say it's become boring. And we've both stopped trying. He's just as sweet as always, but we're more like friends these days." Bella frowned as last night's events drifted back. "And god, Mom. This guy, Sam... The way he looks at me. The way he's been looking at me for the last few months. Jesus. Those eyes. It's like they swallow you whole. Turns your whole body to putty." Her hand reached blindly for her wine glass as her throat dried. She found the glass and brought it up to her lips. She took a large sip of the crisp white wine and smacked her lips. She set the glass down again before she spoke. "I don't know how it happened, but it just did. One moment I was still sitting on the beach by myself and the next I was in his arms. And I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop."

"What are you going to tell Jake?" Her mother wondered.

Bella looked into her mother's gentle eyes and found no judgement hidden in them. She relaxed a little. "I'm obviously not going to tell him about what happened between Sam and me. But I think it's best to end things. Even if last night was just a one time thing, I can't continue a relationship with Jake. I'm not happy with him anymore."

"So was last night just a one time thing?" Her mother asked the question that had been playing on repeat in Bella's mind since she left Sam on First beach last night.

"I really don't know . But I hope not." She sighed.

"Baby girl, you know I love Jake. But it's your life. And if he doesn't make you happy anymore, end things. Just promise me you won't continue seeing Sam until you break it off with Jake. It'll just make things way too complicated. Messy."

"Yeah. Sam said the same thing." Bella nodded.

"So what's he like?" Her mother flashed her a curious grin.

Bella wondered if maybe her mother was subtly fishing for information to find out if she was getting mixed up with the wrong kind of guy. A guy who'd just end up hurting her.

"Mmm..." Bella closed her eyes and thought back to the conversations she's had with Sam in the past. There were only a few. "Sam never really says much." Bella smiled. "He's the strong and silent type. Never speaks unless what he has to say actually adds value to the conversation, you know? He keeps a clean place. Doesn't have a girlfriend. It's strange, really, because, before last night, I never thought Sam capable of being so..." She sucked in a breath as another memory assaulted her. The way he touched her. The dirty talk. The way he claimed her body without apology. "...demanding...I guess." She finished her assessment of him.

"Boy." Her mother fanned herself. "Sounds like he knew what he was doing."

"Oh, Mom." Bella blushed, bit her lip and shifted in her seat as the mere thought of Sam and his particular set of skills made her ache for release. "You have no idea."

From inside the house the shrill ring of her phone sounded.

"Ooh!" Bella's eyes widened and she pushed up from her chair. "Let me just get that. Might be Leah."

Bella hurried across the hot, stone patio and back into the living room. She spotted her purse on one of the overstuffed couches and made a bee-line for it. She picked the phone from her bag and looked at the number. She didn't recognize it.

"Hello?" Bella answered.

"Hi." A familiar, dark chocolate bass filtered into her ear from the other end of the phone and made her squeeze her thighs together.

"Sam?" How did he get her number? From Leah, maybe?

"So you decided to run, did you?" He asked in a flat voice that gave nothing away. Was it an accusation or a question?

"I didn't run." Bella lied. "I just decided to visit my mother for a few days. Your suggestion from last night stuck with me, and I decided that now was as good a time as any to head down to visit my mom."

"You ran." He persisted. How did he know she was lying?

"Fine, Sam. Yes, I ran." She conceded with a sighed. "I needed to clear my head after last night. I can't believe we had sex! And on the beach, no less. Anyone could have seen us. And the worst part about all of this is that we barely know each other. I've never done anything as rash and impulsive and questionable like this before. It's not who I am...usually."

"I'm sorry." He replied dryly.

"For what? It's not like you made me. I had a choice, Sam. I could have stopped you if I wanted to." She huffed in annoyance at herself.

"When are you coming home?" His question caught her off guard. What did it matter to him?

"I don't know, Sam. In a few days, maybe?"

Silence. Sam kept quiet for so long that Bella lifted her phone from her ear to check if the connection had been broken. But no, low and behold they were still connected. "Sam?"

"Do you regret what happened?" He sounded so stoic. She guessed that was actually a fairly accurate assessment of him. Always stoic. Except for when he looked at her the way he did. Then she saw a totally different side to Sam.

"I wish I could say that I did. I sure as hell know I'm supposed to regret it. But I don't. And I hate myself because of it. For hurting Jake."

"You didn't. He doesn't know what happened."

"I know that. But we had sex behind his back."

"Are you still going to break up with him?" Another question she didn't expect him to ask.

"Yeah." Bella sighed and dragged a frustrated hand over her face. "I am."

"And where does that leave us?"

Us? Like Sam and her? "I don't know. Let me do what I have to do and if you still want to talk after that, we can meet up."

"Okay. Guess I can handle that."

"See you when I get back." She greeted.

"Be careful." He said. "Bye Bella."

She ended the call and stared at her phone for a moment, jaw slack. What the fuck was that?

"Who was that?" Reneé suddenly asked from behind Bella, startling her.

"Sam." She sighed, shaking her head. "Didn't even know he had my number."

"What did he say?" Her mother looked like she was trying really hard to suppress a grin.

Bella huffed in annoyance at herself for feeling so confused over this whole drama. She needed answers. "Not much. Like I said, he's not a big talker. He's always so cryptic. Forces me to analyze everything he says, just to make sure I understood him correctly. I just wish he could have said what he really meant."

Bella repeated their phone conversation to her mother. Hopefully she'd be able to make sense of it all. Maybe tell her what Sam was actually trying to say; where his mind was at.

Reneé simply chuckled, not providing any further wisdom and left Bella's mind reeling. "If you and Sam continue whatever is going on between the two of you, he's surely gonna keep you on your toes."

"Hi." Sam's creamy bass droned behind Bella, startling the living shit out of her.

"Fuck!" Bella jumped and dropped the keys on the porch with a loud clack. She turned around to glare at Sam. "Why do you sneak up on me like that?" She huffed. What was he doing here anyway? She'd barely arrived home and gotten out of her truck and already he knew she was here. How?

"Sorry." Sam replied simply and walked slowly toward her, keeping her prisoner with those molten, dark chocolate eyes. And there went her heart, kick-starting up again to it's default pace of fifty miles an hour; the pace her heart seemed to beat at whenever he was around.

Despite her rampaging heart, wobbling knees and shaking hands, she managed to force her words out over tight lips. "You know, Sam," She began and narrowed her eyes at him. "If you hadn't spoken full sentences during our 'romp' on the beach, I would never have known that you could utter more than one word replies."

He kept coming at her, like a predator stalking it's prey. His come-to-bed gaze intensified tenfold as his dark brown eyes shifted to slate. And made her ruin her panties. How did he manage to turn her into a bundle of hormones, aching and needy, by just looking at her? She wasn't a teenage girl anymore, for god sake. And yet here she was, panting in anticipation for his next move, eyes raking brazenly over his naked chest and tattered cut-off's. He adjusted himself in his shorts, just like he'd done that night at the party.

Oh my god! He was hard for her.

Bella's back was now firmly pressed against the front door and Sam's lips were inches from hers. Jesus Christ. Was he going to kiss her? His dark, smoldering gaze zeroed in on her mouth as her tongue involuntarily licked over her lips. And then, suddenly, he bent down and picked up the keys that were lying at her feet, dragging his nose down her one leg.

"Mmm..." He breathed, his hot breath against her leg making her shiver.

He stroked a large, calloused hand up from her ankle and to her outer thigh as he eased back up to his impressive and intimidating six-foot-six stance in front of her. He casually leaned over her, stubbly chin grazing against her hair as he gently pushed the key into the lock and turned it.

Bella dragged in a lungful of his earthy scent and steadied herself by clutching at his hips. His scent was making her head spin.

"Come." He rasped in her ear and turned her around, gently pushing her inside the house.

Bella stumbled her way to a couch and steadied herself on the arm rest, head hanging down between her outstretched arms, just to gather her wits. She dragged in an uneven breath that got caught in her throat as his scorching hands stroked up her sides.

"Keep standing here like this and I won't be liable for what I do to you." He whispered in her ear. A warning.

Bella turned around to face him, mouth dry and breath rushing out in harsh gusts from between her parted lips, as his words made arousal flare blazing hot, deep in the pit of her stomach. She looked up into his eyes. Those eyes. "Why are you here?" Her voice was rough and gravelly. She cleared her throat.

"I needed to see you." He replied and traced her bottom lip with a forefinger. She pulled her burning lip into her mouth. If she let him continue this, she wasn't sure where they'd end up. He'd most likely end up inside of her, and she couldn't let that happen. Not yet, anyway. She still had to deal with the 'Jake-situation'.

"But why, Sam?" Her voice came out in a whisper.

"I missed you." He said simply. And she heard the need that laced every word.

In a moment of weakness, Bella snaked her hand around the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers. And like napalm, heat and desire, (already bubbling on the surface) exploded inside of her with merciless potency.

Sam kissed her back with even more passion than that of the other night, eagerly meeting her mouth's demand and pulled her body tightly against his; like he couldn't get close enough to her. His fingers trailed down into the waistband of her jeans with urgency, dipping just under the material and his aroused cock pushed into her stomach.

Bella pulled back abruptly. "No, Sam!" She pushed him away. She finally seemed to have found her senses again.

His eyes of molten onyx looked questioningly back at her.

"We agreed that I first needed to talk to Jake." She panted. "Complications and what not..."

His hands that were resting on her hips now, moved gently back over to the small of her back, two heated thumbs stroking softly over her tingling flesh just under her tank top.

"When?" He demanded impatiently.

"I'll call him tonight and ask to see him tomorrow morning." She offered him her answer.

He nodded his head and retreated, his face back to it's usual stony mask.

"What is it that you want from me, Sam?" Bella dared ask the question.

He kept quite, looking at the floor; avoiding her eyes.

Great. He wasn't going to answer her. Maybe he was just trying to mess with her.

Bella opened her mouth to tell him to leave, but was silenced by the look in his eyes when he finally looked at her. Desperation. Lust. Agony. The emotions in his eyes were clear as day, making her heart stutter.

And then he answered. "Anything. Everything, Bella. I want you."

A/N: Not the end. Let me know what you thought. More to follow within the week. xxx