Poison Oak is the mother of all cockblocks.

I had plans on trying to make a move to move my physical relationship with Bella forward, but all that got put on hold. I mean, who wants to get physical with a guy who has red, itchy rashes all over his face, neck, chest and arms?

It turned out that damn bush I fell into wasn't an ordinary bush. Bella had noticed when she was here with Emmett to work on clearing stuff out that my skin looked a bit pink and even suggested that it might have been Poison Ivy or something. I hadn't thought anything of it at the time. I mean, when she noticed it, it was the day after our hike, and I figured I would have had a full reaction by then.

Apparently my 'moves like Jagger' caused me to fall into Poison Oak…I was just having a slow developing reaction to it. And to make it all equally unfair…Bella didn't show one sign of a rash even though I had been in contact with her since I fell into that damn bush.

The one perk though…Bella offered to take care of me.

She made an awesome nurse, which definitely gave me a few new fantasies, although that damn Shake Weight was still haunting me…Bella was just wearing a sexy nurse uniform now when she used it in my imagination.

I did thoroughly enjoy the day that my rashes finally faded away. Bella insisted on doing an up-close inspection of my face, neck and chest. I couldn't help but notice how her breathing hitched as her hands roamed over my skin. Her every touch set me on fire.

Before I knew what I was doing, Bella's mouth was captured with my own. My hands clawed at her shirt, ripping it from her body, before finding their way to her bra and yanking it off of her.

Bella moaned as she straddled my hips, her center landing right over the bulge my hardened cock created. Pulling away from her mouth, I latched on to her neck, nibbling and sucking my way down to her breasts, sucking her one nipple into my mouth as my fingers pinched the other.

Slowly at first, Bella's hips gyrated, thrusting against me, eliciting a groan from me. Ripples of pleasure ran through my body. My hands found purchase on Bella's hips, gripping them firmly as our mouths found their way back to each other.

My hips thrusted upward with increasing speed as Bella continued to grind against me, soft whimpers escaping her and mixing with my moans and grunts echoing off the walls.

Bella's hands gripped my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my flesh as she came undone before me. The sight of her lost in pleasure was enough to trigger my own release.

Bella's head rested against my shoulder and I could feel the smile spread across her face as I held her close to me and placed soft kisses wherever I could reach.

The wet, stickiness in my pants was growing more uncomfortable by the second, but, there was definitely something else I wanted to say before the moment passed.

As Bella sat back and made eye contact with me again, I knew it was the right moment.

"Bella," I said softly. "That...there are no words for how wonderful you just made me feel. There are no words adequate enough for me to tell you how happy you make me, but I hope that these will do… I love you Bella."

I watched nervously as Bella processed what I said.

"I…I know it seems a little early to be saying that, Bella. But…I've never felt a connection like I've had with you ever before in my life. You don't have to say it back…I…I just wanted to tell you how I feel."

"Oh you silly, overly nervous, wonderful man," Bella whispered back to me. "I love you too."

As Bella once again pressed her lips to mine, nothing else mattered…not the mess that still remained in my house, not the fact that my attempts at dancing got me Poison Oak, or the fact that my boxers were now a sticky, uncomfortable mess. All that mattered was that I loved Bella, and she loved me too.