Chapter Fifty Six
Bella
I'd heard the sound of splintering wood as I lay soaking in the bath Jasper had run for me. My aching muscles slowly eased off but there was another ache instead, I wanted him so badly it was almost painful. When the splintering stopped I smiled and quietly got out of the bath wrapping a huge old towel around me then feeling wicked I called to him. I don't think the last word had stopped sounding when he was there in front of me, eyes wild and black again.
"Too slow" I said with a smile "I hope that fire has caught"
"Oh yes, there are fires aplenty lit tonight."
"Well lets see if we can extinguish one at least."
Holding the towel with one hand I took his hand in mine and led him to the rug in front of the crackling log fire. Our eyes met and he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck, just over the pulse spot and I heard a groan.
"Still thirsty? We can go hunt again if you want"
"What I'm hungry for you can't get from a wild animal"
"Oh really? I wouldn't be so sure about that."
I pulled him down with me, dislodging the towel which slipped to my waist. His hand, still on my neck, hesitated before trailing lightly down my left breast to touch the nipple there. I gasped at the feel of his hand, not the cold because he no longer felt icy to my touch, now he was just a little cooler than me.
I lay back on the rug and his eyes devoured me as he slid his hands up and down my breasts and ribcage.
"You are so beautiful, how did I get so lucky?"
I pulled his head down so our lips met, as I did so I breathed deeply, the smell of cut wood wafted from his hair and clothes and suddenly I remembered Renee in the lumber mill. I froze and he pulled back, hurt and confusion showing on his face. I realized what he must think and smiled
"I'm sorry Jazz it isn't you, I just remembered something from Renee's diary."
"Can I ask what?"
He sat back very serious all of a sudden and I cursed myself for breaking the mood.
"It was the smell of wood dust, Aro met Renee in the old lumber mill."
"I see, well that I can do something about. I'll go shower, that should get rid of the smell."
He got up but I grasped his hand and stopped him.
"No. I like you just the way you are, now come back down here."
He sat back in front of me and I let go of his hand slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt as he watched me nervously.
"Is this OK? You seem nervous."
"No I'm fine Bella, better than fine."
But he wasn't, he was afraid of something, I could feel it.
"Did I ruin the night?" I asked in sorrow.
He smiled "No, but I might in a few seconds."
I didn't understand his words but I continued until the shirt was open all the way down the front then I slid it off his shoulders and arms and threw it away from us. I looked at his beautifully sculpted torso and couldn't keep my hands from touching him. My fingertips encountered a myriad of ridges although his skin looked smooth like a marble statue. Still he didn't move although I heard him moan softly and lean in to my touch. As he did so the flames from the fire flared and for a second I saw his chest clearly. Gasping I pulled back and he became rigid, then I turned his upper body slightly so the flame illuminated his torso more clearly. He was a mass of scars, overlapping, so many I couldn't count and I thought how much he must have suffered to get so many. This is what he meant about ruining the night? He thought that a few battle scars would change the way I felt about him?
Leaning in once more I kissed his neck then traced the scars down across his chest to his flat belly, only stopping when the waistband of his jeans got in the way. His hands slid round me pulling me close and he nibbled on the nape of my neck. Goosebumps appeared all over me but they were of excitement not cold or fear. When he lifted his head again I slipped my fingers into his jeans and undid the button and zip until I had the freedom of movement I'd been working towards. As my fingers touched his erection he shuddered, laying flat on his back on the rug. With a smile I put my hands on his jeans and he lifted his hips so I could slide them and his boxers down his thighs. He completed the task for me kicking them off to lay in an untidy heap. I sat back to look at his naked body. He was built like Michelangelo's David with smooth pale skin over hard muscles but David never had an erection whereas Jasper did and it throbbed as I took it in my hand, gliding my fingers up and down the shaft as he groaned and his eyes went black as midnight. With my other hand I loosened the towel and it fell around my thighs but he moved it away to gaze on me.
"Bella" he whispered as his hips arched in exquisite agony.
I leaned down over his body until our naked skin was touching and felt the white heat of our combined desire, it was too much and he lifted me slightly, just enough to gain entrance, and I felt him start to slip inside me, the strangest feeling I'd ever had. It was like a part of me that had been missing was slotting into place and I groaned partly in pleasure, partly in pain, as I felt him slide all the way in. As he started to move the waves of pleasure crashed against my senses. I saw, heard, smelled, nothing but his body, his desire and when he moved faster I knew the time was approaching when there would be no Jasper and Bella, just one entity inhabiting two bodies. I felt the jerk as he came while riding my own waves of ecstasy and the fireworks I saw were welding the two of us together for all eternity.