Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer came up with Twilight, Summit turned it into a franchise, and I'm just doing my own little thing with it, which missrebecca gives good feedback on.

A/N Caitie126 pointed out a slight error to me. I set this story in Aspen, Colorado (which is in the Rocky Mountains), but in chapters 1 and 2 I mention the wedding taking place in Vermont. Obviously, those are two different places. I have gone back and corrected it. Thanks, Caitie, for alerting me to my mistake.

Chapter 9

Bella

I barely had time to register that it was Edward pushing me back into my room before his mouth descended onto mine, muffling my startled gasp, as his body pinned me against the door. Any shock I had felt at his sudden appearance vanished when I felt the hard planes of his chest against mine, his hands gripping me both firmly and tenderly, and his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. My camera bag dropped to the ground with a thud as I wound my arms around him; one hand stroking his scruffy cheek, the other fisting in his shirt. While he had me trapped, he snaked his right arm around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer, leaving no room between our bodies save for layers of clothing. Giving in to the moment, I worked my hands underneath his shirt, my fingers seeking contact with his skin. When his mirrored my own, I jumped at his cold touch.

'Sorry,' he murmured against my lips. 'I was just outside.'

Keeping his body pressed close against mine, I pushed us away from the door, and we stumbled across the room until we hit a couch and collapsed onto it. Edward grunted softly when I landed on top of him, but kept holding me close as he continued his exploration of my skin. His touch felt electric. One of his hands moved down my back, trailing along my leg until it reached my knee, hitching it up. I hooked that leg around his, using the leverage to pull myself closer to him, feeling the effect I was having on him. He stroked my leg up and down from my knee to my butt, squeezing gently. With his other hand, he pushed my shirt up, leaving goose bumps along the skin of my stomach and ribcage. I couldn't believe this was truly happening, but I didn't want him to stop. When he reached the underwire of my bra, he paused, before gently tracing the outline, then grazing his fingertips over the cup. I moaned softly into his mouth and shoved my hands further up his shirt, discovering a light smattering of chest hair and pebbled nipples.

'Damn, Bella,' he groaned, moving his hips against mine. 'I want you.'

My heart sped up at his words and I clenched my thighs, effectively moving back against him, which seemed to be all the answer he needed. He pulled away, removing my shirt swiftly, before discarding his own. Our hands simultaneously reached for each other's pants and made quick work of the buttons.

I'll tell you something, I am a wolf but I like to wear sheep's clothing, I am a bonfire, I am a vampire, I'm waiting for my moment, suddenly resounded through the room, making us both stop in our tracks.

'What's that?' Edward asked with his head buried in the crook of my neck.

'Uhm…' I panted. 'That would be Alice.'

He groaned. 'Do you have to answer?'

Stroking my fingers through his hair, I answered, regretfully, 'Afraid so. Technically, I'm working, and you're keeping me from it.'

He sighed, but sat up, pulling me with him and reaching for our shirts as I shot Alice a quick text, telling her I'd be right down.

'What song is that, anyway?'

'It's Temptation Waits by Garbage. It's from the Buffy soundtrack,' I answered. Then, because he didn't seem to understand, I added, 'We have this thing for vampire movies and TV series.'

'Okay…'

'Complete opposite from all the wedding stuff, you know? Now, let's get going, I don't want to stress out Alice more than she already is.'

When we arrived back at the dining room, Alice raised an eyebrow at our disheveled appearances. She then quickly dismissed Edward, stating she just needed me to check the light settings and basic set up of the room. He kissed my cheek and made his exit. Minutes later, my phone buzzed with an incoming text.

Come home with me tonight. – E

o.O.o

During the rehearsal dinner, Edward didn't make it any easier for me to focus on my job. The worst thing was that he probably wasn't even trying to distract me. He just showed up in his blue-grey suit with a black wool knee-length coat that made my mouth water. When he took it off, it revealed a sapphire blue shirt, the top two buttons undone, allowing his chest hair to peek out. The sight of it reminded me of running my hands through it mere hours earlier. His hair was its usual messy self, but now I knew what it felt like in my hands and the sounds he made when I would gently tug on the strands. When his eyes met mine and he smirked that crooked smile of his, I blushed and quickly looked away.

Focus, Bella!

I aimed my camera at the other guests and took some snapshots I thought would look nice in the wedding album: both sets of parents smiling proudly; Victoria feeding James a bite of her salmon puff pastry; Rosalie and Emmett sharing a quick kiss; one of the grandmothers discretely wiping away a tear; Edward cradling his glass of Rémi Martin cognac; his lips curling around the edge as he took a sip; his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed; his tongue licking a stray drop off his bottom lip; then, his cocked eyebrow as he caught me. Blinking, I turned away, continuing to snap pictures of the rest of the bridal party: Victoria and Rosalie giggling; James gazing adoringly at his bride-to-be; Edward's intense green eyes, focused on me.

I couldn't wait for dinner to end.