Disclaimer: All things Twilight belong to S. Meyer

A/N: So, yeah, it's been forever and I apologize. I started a new job and took a summer course. I finally have a few free minutes and my fingers were itching to type out an update. I hope some of you are still here with me and this story. I appreciate you all so much.

Chapter 30

We're silent for a little while after that, both focused solely on catching the first fish of the day. The stakes are high and I'm already down to just a bikini top and a pair of tiny cut off blue jean shorts. The ends frayed at the end, begging me to twist and pull them as my nerves increase. I'll not give in though. I'll persevere and continue tying on my chartreuse and white buzz bait. This is my sure fire bass getting bait, one that my grandparents and I used to make one I was a child on our many river fishing float trips.

As I finish tying the last little knot in place, I slyly look back at the gorgeous man behind me. I find his eyes on mine, smirk firmly in place on his perfect face. I give him a smirk of my own and say, "Good luck," as I make my first cast.

I hear him chuckle behind me and the whooshing sound of his line casting out and the loud splash that follows.

And we're off.

A few more casts later and much more taunting on both of our parts, I get a good bite on my line. I rear back, just a touch to hook him and then begin reeling in. I try to stay calm and not burst out laughing and bragging until I get the fish in the canoe. I see the green and black of the fish's stripes and know that by the splashes he's making and the heavy pull on my line that this is going to be a rather large fish. My smirk from earlier is a full fledge smile now, taking up my whole face. I let a giggle slip as I finally get the fish to the boat, and Edward grabs the net and helps me get him in the boat.

The fish flips and flops on the canoe bottom and I can't help but let my laughter burst out. Edward looks amused, but slightly irritated as well. I'm hoping he's not a sore loser, because I'm about to make him pay up and lose an article of clothing of my choice, of course.

I can't resist taunting him again, once the fish is off the hook and firmly in the cooler. It's about a two pounder and I'm freaking pumped over it. It feels so good not only getting the first catch of the day, but catching a a big 'un one as well, add to that the fact that I'm about to see some more skin from Edward, well a happy girl this fishing trip is making.

"So, hmm… which article of clothing shall I choose Mr. Cullen? He gives me a nervous grin, but I can see more amusement then fear behind his eyes. He's up for this challenge and I can't wait to get him out of that stuffy looking shirt.

"Go easy now darlin', there are cameras around." He whispers the last part, even though it's pointless, as we're mic'd and they can pick up anything we say.

I giggle again, because that's what he has rendered me too, a giggling school girl. I don't care though, I feel so light and carefree out here and with this beautiful southern charmer in the canoe with me.

I smile up at him and put my finger to my chin as I tap in mock contemplation what I want him to take off first. "Let's see, I could go easy on you and choose something like your shoes, but if we were to turn over, that rocky river bed would be awfully tough on your feet and I'd hate to do that to you now."

He chuckles, green eyes sparkling like the sun dancing off the river. "No, we wouldn't want that now would we?" He's playful and fun and just the perfect companion for this date.

"I'm thinking we should get rid of that shirt. You look a little hot and flushed out here and I'd hate for you to overheat."

My smile is bigger than the state of Texas as he carefully stands up, giving me a little show and slowly pulls his shirt off of his body. And what a body it is too, all defined muscles, but not overly so, just perfect definition into a sculpted and toned six pack. I might be drooling, but I'll blame it on the river water from unhooking the fish from the bait. It could totally happen. Okay, maybe not and I just hope the camera's aren't zooming in on me at this second and the awestruck look of lust and want on my face.

It's his turn to chuckle as he catches me gawking at his fine form. I give him a sheepish grin in return. He brushes his hand down his chest and I so wish I was his hand right now. I want to be that close to his muscled chest and taut stomach. I lick my lips and try to clear my head of these lustful thoughts. All of that is shot to hell once he throws his shirt at me and in lands in my face.

What I'm I to do, but inhale his intoxicating man smell. Its country man meets city boy in the perfect combination of musk and rich spices. It's so perfectly Edward and I don't think I'll be giving his shirt back at the end of the day. Nope, I think he'll have to go back to the mansion shirtless as I sleep in his shirt night after night only giving it back for him to wear it long enough to ingrain his sent into the fibers once again for my sensory pleasure.

I'm still staring at his chest as he picks up his rod and reel and casts once again. I continue to stare, fishing forgotten, that is until I see that he gets a hit too and then its game back on. I can't lose my clothing, but I can make for darn certain he loses more of his.

A/N: So, a little more skin and a lot more fishing. Hope you're still with me. Hope to have a few more chapters out this week.

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