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Chapter 11
Passion
Bella
I let Emmett drive, as I was getting tired.
He drove just like Edward like a madman and three times as fast as was allowed. Typical vampire!
He steered with one hand and had his right arm around me as I slid over and snuggled up to him. Repeatedly he looked away from the road and kissed my head, my cheeks and smiled at me overjoyed. I always felt warm when he beamed at me like that.
I wondered how I felt about him. It was so hard to comprehend how good I felt being with him. When I was with him, I didn't mourn Edward for a second. And that's what was driving me crazy. A week ago I couldn't imagine another man in my life and even though he had hurt me a lot, I should still love him somehow, mourn him, but certainly not fall in love again right away.
I paused in thought.
Had I really thought 'fall in love'? Damn, what was I doing? Somehow I wanted to allow my feelings for him because it felt right. But somehow it was completely wrong for it to happen so fast. I could scream, but Emmett would probably call me crazy if I did.
I put my hand on his cheek and pulled his face towards me so I could give him a kiss on the mouth.
Even though I hated it when the vampires raced around like that, I had complete faith in him. We kissed for five seconds, and the car continued to drive perfectly in a straight line - not even a little swerve.
When I kissed him, my insides tightened again.
I wondered if my infatuation - yes, I accepted that I was falling in love, strange as it was - was just about his looks. Because Emmett was really hot. When I reached under his T-shirt on the bench earlier, I couldn't get enough of that muscleman. But his face was attractive, too. The short black hair and the warm eyes that - even when they were black - still seemed warm and carefree.
But I knew for a fact that it wasn't just his looks that I liked so much about him. He was simply the funniest and nicest vampire I knew. And even though he loved to embarrass me so much, it was always funny in retrospect. That's why I couldn't stay mad at him for long for watching me change clothes. How could anyone be mad at him for long? He was like a little kid.
But there was his other side. When he kissed me and hugged me he was so passionate that sometimes it almost knocked me over. I remembered when everything was good between him and Rose, as they could not even keep their hands off each other even for twenty-four hours. Even though he didn't desire my blood as much as Edward did, he still had to pull himself together, so he didn't get too passionate. Why was he holding back so much?
"Bella, we're here," Emmett snapped me out of my thoughts, and I couldn't ruminate any further.
Even though we were in front of my house, I didn't move an inch from him. And even though Charlie was home, I kissed him again.
Charlie would hopefully not be looking out the window right now.
The kiss was more passionate than the one during the car ride. When we broke away from each other, we looked into each other's eyes. His amber eyes looked like liquid honey.
"Do you want me to sleep at your place?" he asked, a little uncertainly.
I laughed broadly and snuggled against his chest.
"I ask for it," I whispered.
Even though I wasn't one hundred percent sure of my feelings yet, I knew I wanted him with me.
"Well, I'll wait in your room then," he said, leaning in again to kiss me until my cheeks flushed, and my breathing quickened.
Then - in less than a second - he was gone, and I almost fell into the driver's seat.
With my cheeks still red, I went inside the house.
"Bella?" exclaimed Charlie.
Who else?
"Yeah, Dad, it's me," I replied, one foot already on the stairs.
But I had rejoiced too soon. Charlie did not let go so quickly.
"What have you been doing? Were you out with Angela?", he asked, as I shuffled devotedly into the living room.
Maybe he would let up if I didn't tell him the whole truth.
"We were in Port Angeles, eating ice cream and stuff."
Please, stop squeezing me ...
I was already turning around again, but Charlie continued with his cross-examination.
"Who do you mean by 'we'? Why are you so pumped and your cheeks so red again?", he bombarded me with questions.
Oh God, why did he have to be so observant today of all days?
"I'm not pumped after all. And my cheeks are only red because it's cold outside."
I left the question of 'with whom' unanswered for once. But Charlie was now probably enough with it to pull everything out of my nose.
"BELLA! Stop beating around the bush. Earlier, when I was at Billy's, a friend of Jake's called, Ambrey or Embry. Anyway, this boy was also in Port Angeles with his girlfriend."
Oh no, damn you, Embry!
"And you know what he told Jake, Bella? He said he saw you at the ice cream stand. With a boy!"
His head was red.
Oh damn! Embry and Jake, you traitors! At least Embry hadn't seen us down on the bench. If he had, I probably wouldn't be alive.
"I was out of school with a friend. I'm eighteen and I'm allowed to meet boys. If I'm with Jacob, you won't mind either!"
I didn't mean to be so loud, but my teenage genes were running away with me.
Charlie was a bit taken aback by my so rude answer. Then he spoke on again a little more calmly.
"I don't want to forbid you to go out with boys. But please let me know. And don't lie to me that you are with Angela or Jessica. I was just worried about you."
Great, now he was making me feel even worse.
"Yes, Dad, I'm sorry. Can I go to my room now?" And before he could ask further, I said, "And if I start something serious with a boy, I'll tell you on my own."
Satisfied with that, he turned to the television.
I went up the stairs very slowly, although I would have rather felt like getting to my room as fast as a vampire. But that would have been a bit conspicuous ...
When I got to my room, Emmett was already sitting on my bed grinning at me.
"Who the hell is Embry?", he asked.
"He's one of Jake's best friends, and he's in the pack, too."
Now he was no longer grinning.
"And what business is it of his or Jacob's or the packs who you hang around with?", he asked a bit more annoyed now.
Oh man, why couldn't vampires and werewolves just get along? Oh yes, they were mortal enemies.
"Jake is my best friend, Em. I'm sure Embry didn't think anything bad when he told him."
I didn't feel like talking about it, so I walked over to him.
I knelt on him with my knees to the left and right of him.
"Do you really want to discuss werewolves with me now?", I asked him and kissed him before he could answer.
I took off his T-shirt and pressed myself against his cold stone chest.
He immediately responded to my mood and embraced my waist with one arm. With the other he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to him. I pressed my tongue to his full cool lips and immediately he opened his mouth very slightly and his sweet breath flowed into my mouth. Our tongues played with each other. I pressed my body against his bare chest again and again.
I wanted to feel him on my skin.
And as if he could read minds, he grabbed the hem of my sweater and took it off. I only had my bra on and immediately pressed myself against him.
Oh God, this feeling was indescribable.
I shivered slightly - but not because of the cold.
He had both hands at my waist and from there he went over my back and back to my waist, over my hip bones and over my back again. The feeling of his strong cold hands on my body was intoxicating and I leaned forward so he was lying down, and I was above him. I kissed him on the neck to the back of his earlobe, which I took lightly between my teeth and tongue.
"Oh Bella ..." he whispered to me.
Suddenly I was lying on the bed, and he was above me. With his hands he enclosed my wrists and held them above my head as if in shackles.
He was now kissing my neck and collarbone. Each kiss burned on my skin, even though his lips were as cold as stone. Then our lips found each other again and my heart was about to stop completely. I pressed my body against him. But then his kisses became calmer again.
"Bella, you're really driving me crazy," he whispered in my ear.
"Then why do you stop?", I asked in frustration.
He kissed down my neck to my collarbone and on down to where the curve of my breasts was. Then he put his head where my heart was and exhaled heavily.
"Your father is home," he said, and in his voice I heard deepest regret.
I didn't want to push him. After all, I had already gotten a thousand times more from him than from Edward.
I kissed him on the head.
"Well, I'll put on my pajamas then."
He nodded and rolled off me.
I went to the bathroom to put on my short-striped silk pants and a silk shirt with spaghetti straps.
When I returned, Emmett was lying on my bed in nothing but his underwear.
I couldn't help laughing.
"Do I learn the joke, too, Bells?", he asked with a grin.
"Well, you're wearing 'Calvin Klein' underwear."
And he looked just incredibly hot in it!
"Is there something wrong with that?" he asked me, puzzled by my fit of laughter.
"No, but I've always thought the way you look, you could easily model for the brand," I said.
He laughed softly.
"Only if you were modeling for 'Victoria Secrets,' most beautiful Bella," he said seductively.
"Ha ... yeah right!", I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes.
He pulled me to him and put the blanket over both of us, even though it was actually only me who needed a blanket. I rolled up and snuggled my back against his upper body. With one arm he embraced me.
"Did I make you horny, Bella?" he asked in a totally exaggerated porn voice in a teasing tone.
Oh God ... you bet! I thought.
"Shut up, Emmett ...", I said, turning bright red.
He put a hand to my cheek.
I lay in his arms for about fifteen minutes trying to fall asleep, but I was still too shaken up.
Suddenly we both heard a thump by the window, and someone was standing right in front of my bed.
Anger sparkled in his eyes.
