A/N: I wrote this chapter in 2 days, without a single neurotic, anal retentive episode over it. I have no idea what's going on, but I'll just go along for the ride, me thinks.

Chapter 49

Can't Fight This Feeling

Bella's POV

Edward and I never made it back to my noisy spring bed; we never made it back home.

Edward drove. My bloody hands were shaking and he had insisted. It was a strange turn-on to see him driving my truck, but at the same time, it brought my attention to the state of his hand. It was bruised and swelling, reminding me of the time I had punched Newton in the face. Only being Edward's hand it began to stir up those conflicting emotions I constantly fought with: the sense of protection over him, and that all-consuming desire.

"Your hand…" I whispered, aghast.

"It's fine, baby," he said with a husky tone, squeezing it around the steering wheel as if to further reassure me. Then, after stopping at a red light, he turned to face me. "Where do you want to go?"

His eyes were burning, intense, and gazing into them, I came close to losing myself, before shaking my head lightly. "Anywhere."

I have no idea where Edward took us, but when he came to a stop and turned off the engine, we seemed to be deep in the forest. It was near pitch black, with the ambience of it closing in on us.

I turned to him, a smirk forming across my face. "No one will hear me scream."

He broke into a full grin, with his forehead quirked as if he was thinking I was a little nuts. "That's the whole point," he said softly, his eyes dropping to my lips. "Now shut up, and no distracting me with that weird ass language of yours."

I flashed him a minimally serious scowl, and as he leaned towards me, I whacked him, before grabbing his shirt and pulling him against me.

I knew then, right at that moment, we weren't going to make it back home.

With our lips and upper bodies mashed together, it quickly became heated and urgent. I was becoming so charged up by the feel of him, the taste of him—the bloody smell of him that I was quickly surrendering; allowing him to take me under.

His face was so warm against mine, his mouth almost burning as he pushed his hot breath into me. My heart was hammering, my pulse racing; I was quickly succumbing to a rapidly building arousal and a momentum that I was pulling ahead of me. Each time he kissed me, as his tongue slipped against mine, it practically jolted me as it expanded. I only pulled him further to me, curling my arm around his neck, anchoring him to me.

His hands, rushed and clumsy, inched beneath my shirt, before he covered my breasts in each palm. He wasn't as cautious with me this time; it was all desire and hunger, and I was just as responsive—just as reactive.

But it was cramped, and as I pulled him further to me, a sharp, gasping groan suddenly burst from him.

I immediately pulled back.

"Baby ... stop for a minute," Edward uttered with a restricted voice. His brow was knotted in discomfort, as his hands quickly releasing from me to push himself off the gear stick.

Air gushed from my lungs, and forcing back the laugh, I pressed my lips to his shoulder, kissing his neck briefly before I again pulled back. "I'm sorry."

With his eyes still squeezed shut, his lips twitched slightly. "It's okay." His voice was husky, before his eyes opened.

Oh God, they were ignited, and once again reeling me in.

Grabbing the front of his t-shirt in my fists, I pulled him back to me, and being more conscious of what was in the way, he leaned his body against me.

He was so heavy and he seemed to be alight beneath his clothes, his muscles locked and rigid. Almost subconsciously, my hands inched beneath his t-shirt, my fingers grazing across his smooth, hot skin.

Oh, God… I wanted the warmth of him against me, to feel the heat of him within me, but there wasn't enough space, and it was becoming more of an issue than what I feared my screechy bed springs would be.

Eventually and reluctantly he pulled from my lips, his breath shallow; his face grazing against mine. "Let me ... work something out," he said, rustically, his heated lips pressing against my face before he severed them again.

He was trembling, and I could barely contain myself.

"Hurry," I breathed, and I didn't sound like me. I didn't feel like me.

Getting out of the truck, Edward opened the back, before I quickly realised he was laying down the back seats. As clueless as I was, I didn't even realise it was possible.

Grabbing the bags of groceries I plonked them on the front driver's seat, just as Edward closed the door and turned to me. Taking my hands, he helped to guide me over the front seats, but I ended up stumbling and came crashing against his chest, pushing him flat on his back.

I broke into soft, breathy laughter, as Edward's grin grew broad and way too charming. He only pushed it through his nose, like he always did. Always finding amusement in me, but this time I was completely responsive to him.

"Do you know how much you really do charm me? It's criminal…" I admitted, my voice barely a murmur, before I took his lips between mine; my body flush against him.

He only exhaled shortly, and I could feel the smile grow on his face as his mouth remained locked with mine, but he didn't break off to reply.

I relaxed further against him, opening my mouth more to him, and with my eyes closed my senses were suddenly heightened. Along with his lips and his hands, I was suddenly feeling the burning hot, rock hard epitome of him pressing against my stomach.

When I would have normally been more centred and restrained, this time it was desire and nothing more that was fuelling me. I couldn't focus on anything but Edward; his mouth; his hands; his chest heaving against mine; and his body leaning unforgivably over me.

And I was craving the closeness of his body with a hunger that didn't seem quite rational.

But when was anything with Edward and me ever rational?

Pulling me semi upright, Edward tore my shirt over my head—yanking off his own as almost an afterthought—before he brought his lips and hands to my neck, my shoulders and finally over my breasts, as he attempted to unclasp my bra. From the front. But, unable to get it off, he pulled back, taking deeper breaths to control himself for a moment, as he worked out how to get it off.

I didn't say anything at first; I only watched him becoming frustrated; his forehead knotting with it as I fought the urge to laugh. But unable to hold it back, I dropped my lips to his naked shoulders, muffling it against his skin, before I grazed my lips to his ear. "It's at the back…"

He pulled me back to gauge me, and when I looked up and met his eyes, he smirked. But his expression was so intense and completely flooded that without pause I wrapped my arms tightly around his back, and pulled his mouth back to mine.

"You did that on purpose, you little vixen!" he breathed out against my lips before taking them again in his, as his hands slid around to my back where he awkwardly unclasped my bra.

I only chuckled, half beneath my breath and through my nose, before his fingers came to my face, guiding my mouth more open to him.

My bra slipped from my shoulders, but I didn't register it until his hands covered my breasts, taking me fully. It surprised me, and my lips paused against his for just a moment, before again I let myself completely melt against him.

The momentum of painful desire continued to expand within me, from the pit of my stomach to the tips of my fingers and toes. It was an almost tangible energy that I had never experienced in my life before, but it was taking on a life of its own, and I was all but powerless—and unwilling—to stop it. My entire body was crying out for him, a magnetism, a rush, that was flooding through me.

He was all that mattered. Him and me, and this single moment in time.

It went higher and deeper, and the need to put words to this all-encompassing energy between us almost became overwhelming, but with my mouth immersed by his, I could only give a voice to my breath as it hummed against his lips.

He laid me back; I was barely aware of it, until the weight of him was suddenly against me. He was fumbling with his jeans, before he gathered up my long, flowing skirt, but I didn't let him go to make it easier. Even when he pulled from my lips to see what he was doing, I kept my face connected to his neck, his silken chest, breathing in the combined scent of his aftershave and deodorant.

Clumsily and hastily I felt his hands drag my underwear from my hips, but again I didn't completely register it. I was distracted by my body's reaction to him; my heart was pounding, and the flooding of arousal was concentrating, making my breath hitch and become more audible.

Somewhere at the back of my mind my rationality was screaming at me to stay focused, not to lose myself in him, but it was futile. Edward had too much power over me, just as my father feared.

I was suddenly shrouded by the entire length of his heated body as he came to rest completely above me. His chest merged with mine, his breath continuing to drench me until I was burning along with him, while his lips connected and reconnected with mine repeatedly. To my mouth, my face; my neck; and my shoulders. It was as if he was literally charging me up, and it was so overpowering, and so outside of my control.

It wasn't lost on me what we were about to do, and I found myself following the sensation of his hand as it slipped down to the back of my knee. With his mouth severing from mine, and barely resting against my forehead, he pushed heavily against me, and then…

Pain.

I felt him tear into me for the second time. It brought me right back down to earth, as I pressed my lips tightly together so he wouldn't know how much it hurt me. Instinctively, my muscles locked up, and I closed my eyes. My breathing became tight and restricted, and when I tried to push past it, it only made the pain I was in more audible.

"Bella ..." Edward's hoarse, gravelly voice spoke to me, "baby, look at me."

I did.

His eyes were so sharply green, but it was almost as if he was in pain along with me; his forehead was creased deeply, and he seemed to be struggling to hang on to the air in his lungs.

"Relax … breathe…" he instructed me, his voice tender, but rigid.

Taking a deep but constricted breath, I nodded. "I'm okay," I reassured him.

I was, but I was becoming impatient. When was this not going to feel so painful?

His mouth inched askew, his eyes warming before they closed and I felt his lips press to my brow.

He let it build again, kissing me gently, repeatedly, distracting me from the discomfort of it until he was beginning to ignite that spark within me once more. Then slowly, with each movement he made, the throbbing pain of him within me began to ease away.

I let myself completely relax, allowing myself to feel the sensation of him, without fearing the pain that accompanied it. But like the first time, it began to overwhelm me. The magnitude of it, feeling him completely inside me, being so intimately close to me, was inundating me. I couldn't just feel the physical side of it. I couldn't help it; this connection, this affinity, with Edward was too undeniable. Too real.

I processed it from this perspective and tuned into Edward's body as I gave him mine; feeling the energy building within him, taking over him, moving him to a higher place.

Closing my eyes again, I concentrated on his lips as they pressed to my face, his body that was encompassing mine, and the rocking of my truck that suddenly sounded like it was in pain. In fact, I almost laughed, smothering it against his bare chest as my breath rebounded off him and back against me.

I felt Edward's reaction against my lips, his breath gushing from his nose, just as his body began to quiver.

He moved suddenly with more force, making me almost flinch, while his arms that held himself against me began to shudder. He took one hard, restricted breath after another, releasing it audibly, just as an almost strained, guttural sound burst from him.

Just the sound of it alone brought my focus back to my body's response to him, but in the next moment he all but collapsed on top of me, his muscles unlocking as his hammering heart rocked against me; in sync with the pounding within me.

I let go of my breath, my arms encircling around Edward's quivering body, as he pushed his chest off me to plant his lips against my brow. His breath continued to flood me, making heat prickle to the surface of my skin, and again I wanted to cry. I didn't know why but I just felt so engulfed, overcome and unable to properly comprehend it.

I was sure this wasn't what I was supposed to be feeling.

I focused on Edward's heart as it continued to rock through me, allowing my breathing to become calm and even. I was almost literally tingling, and a tender ache was growing out of me, but despite it, a smile began to form on my lips.

"Hey?" came Edward's warm, rustic voice again. I opened my eyes to see that bloody all too charming grin growing broadly across his face. "You're beautiful."

My smile turned wry, before I shook my head a little. "You're a sap." My voice was raspy.

His grin hedged with affection before a small frown grew on his face. "I hurt you again, didn't I?"

"Only in the beginning," I admitted. "Then … I liked it." It wasn't a lie.

His smile inched further, before his expression grew almost devious. "You know," his tone lowered as he rested his forehead gently against mine, "there's stuff I can do to you that will make you like it more."

My grin was just beginning to grow again when panic suddenly stalled my heart. "Edward—did you?!"

"What—did I what?!" he asked with sudden alarm.

"Did you use a condom!?"

In what seemed like disbelief he scoffed out his breath. "Of course I did. Do you think I'd do that to you?"

Taking a relieved breath, I pushed my hand through my hair, before wrapping it back over his shoulders. His skin was beginning to cool. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, sheepishly.

Shaking his head a little, he kissed me briefly on my lips. "You're gonna kill me."

I had dropped the ball. I'd lost my focus; what if Edward had as well?

Rolling off me and moving me with him, Edward pulled me against his side, but the minute the heat of his body left me I began to shiver. I was cold, but I think a part of it was the adrenalin coming back down, and I was still feeling so overwhelmed.

Seeming to sense it, Edward decided to distract me. "Tell me all about those criminal things I do to you?" His voice was teasing, and I didn't have to see that all-too-sure-of-himself grin to know that it was plastered across his face.

I nudged him in the ribs. "You're hearing things again."

He broke into a short laugh, pulling me further against him as I continued to shudder.

I needed to keep a blanket or something in the back for future reference, but I was still unsure whether it was only because of the cold.

Bringing my hand to my forehead, I pressed my palm into my skin. "I'm sorry, Edward. I still feel like I'm semi virginal."

Why did I just confess that out loud?

He turned to look at me, his brow quirking with a dubious sort of amusement. "What are you on about? I like you being semi-virginal," he teased me, before rolling his sweaty chest against me and pressing his lips to my neck. "Oh, Bella, always thinking too much. Way, way waaaaay too much."

Feeling my brow crease, I flashed him a strange look, breaking into a small smile. "That sounds like something I'd say to you."

"You did say that to me," he murmured with a sly, teasing look in his eyes, before he pressed his lips to mine, and then again.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I curled myself against him. His skin was damp and pliable, and I buried my nose into his chest. He smelled woody and musky, and his body heat immediately warmed me again.

I let myself come completely down, savouring his mouth as it pressed repeatedly, but briefly to mine, before his heated lips pressed to my face, and then to my neck. Then with what seemed like reluctance, he pulled back and released his breath, which quickly turned into a lazy sounding groan. "Okay, we better get your ass back before you get hypothermia."

I nudged him gently. "Stop mocking me."

. . .

Edward wanted to drive again—despite the fact that he didn't have a licence—and before he backed out of the forest road he'd parked us on, he turned to me, reaching out with his hand to cup the nape of my neck.

"Thanks, baby," he said, his tone soft and affectionate.

I smiled in return, flashing him a funny look. "What for?"

He half shrugged. "Just 'cause..."

"You're a dag."

His grin inched broader with amusement this time. "I have absolutely no idea what that word even means."

"It means you're a silly bear," I replied, imitating Jake's interpretation of it to Ness on my first day in Forks, before laughing as Edward's brow immediately quirked.

"That was terrible, Bella."

Stopping off first to grab a carton of milk, Edward drove us back to Uncle Billy's; who was waiting for us when we pulled up.

I turned to glance at Edward with concern. I knew immediately something was wrong; Uncle Billy had his hands on his hips, his head lowered, and as we got out of the car, he quite visibly sighed.

"Come on, Edward. I have to take you in," he said seriously, taking Edward by the upper arm and guiding him toward the police car.

"What?" I asked in disbelief, as my heart skipped a beat. "What for?"

"You too, Bella. Come on." He held his hand out for me to follow.

I shook my head. "What's going on, Uncle Billy? What's Edward done?"

I looked over to Edward, but he didn't seem surprised at all; he appeared … resigned, and his jaw was set.

"Mike Newton's parents have filed assault charges against you, Edward," Uncle Billy explained sedately, with a sigh that suddenly appeared weary. "They are claiming you broke his nose, as well as his front tooth."

"He's lucky I didn't break his neck," Edward muttered, his face immediately darkening.

"The two of you can explain it at the station."

A/N: Kay so I had to do another lemon (if you can call what I write, lemons, that is), Edward had one and so Bella needed to as well. It's her story as much as his, after all. Bella sees things completely different, doesn't she?
Hope you liked, and you know your poison; review or lurk-it's all good.

Only one chapter left. It will probably be from Bella's pov. She started this story, and so I figured she should end it. Now I'm off to cry in my pepsi max.
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