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Chapter 10

Port Angeles

Emmett

Oh sweet naive Bella. Of course I had to risk a look - what man could resist.

"Sexy underwear, Bells!", I said with a grin, looking over my shoulder.

She turned around, still in her underwear, bright red of course.

How I loved it. The sight of her was just perfect.

"Don't look, you pervert!" she shouted, grabbing the first thing she could get her hands on and hurling it in my face.

It was a silky lace bra.

I held it up and grinned at her.

When she saw what she had just thrown across the room, her cheeks glowed. She threw her hands in front of her face and turned around.

"You ... you ... you creep, look away!", she whispered.

"Bella, calm down. This isn't the first time I've seen a woman in her underwear," I said, but turned back around so as not to upset her even more.

How could I let a chance to make her blush like that just slip away.

I heard her put on her pants and sweater and start combing her hair.

"Don't be mad, Bella, please."

I turned around on her bed and looked at her through the mirror with my most innocent look. She pointedly looked away and ignored me. In a tenth of a second I was behind her, put my arms around her waist and lowered my head down next to hers.

"Please, don't be angry with me. You are so beautiful, don't be ashamed," I whispered to her.

Again she blushed.

I let go of her and sat back down on her bed.

She continued to comb her hair.

"Good, I'm not mad at you anymore," she said calmly.

Anyway, she tried to make it sound calm.

"What do you want to do tonight, Bella?"

As long as I was with her, I didn't really care.

"We could go to Port Angeles if you like?", she said while filling a small handbag with girly stuff.

"Sure, let's go." I stood up and walked to the door to hold it open for her. "Ladies first."

She walked past me but did not look at me.

Umm ... she was probably still a little pissed.

I was about to go to the driver's side when she passed me and got behind the wheel.

"I know well enough how vampires drive cars and I don't think my poor Chevy can take it," she said by way of justification, smiling at me.

So I got in next to her.

"Anything you want, beautiful."

She looked at me questioningly.

"Bella is Italian for beautiful, you should know that," I said teasingly.

What a perfect name for this beautiful girl.

She rolled her eyes and headed down the road toward Port Angeles.

"What are you going to do in Port Angeles?", I asked her.

She shrugged and said, "I'd like some ice cream and we could go down to the harbor."

"I'll have to pass on the ice cream, but I'm in," I said, grinning at her.

She looked off the road for a moment and smiled back.

Looked like she had forgiven me.

We were already driving for half an hour.

If I had been driving, we would have arrived long ago.

"Bells, are you planning to come to Port Angeles today?", I asked teasingly. She really should get a new car.

"Shut up, Emmett. I adhere to the speed limit."

She said it with a smile, though.

We drove on and after another half hour we finally arrived.

When she wanted to get out, I was already at her door and held it open for her.

After we bought the ice cream, we walked down to the harbor together.

"And you really don't want to try it? It tastes really delicious," she asked, holding her ice cream out to me.

I exaggeratedly contorted my face and shook my head.

I had to smile at the choice of ice cream varieties. She had taken strawberry and chocolate ice cream. Strawberry, like her hair always smelled and chocolate like her beautiful deer eyes.

"Can you explain what that kiss was about today?"

Wow ... straight to the point.

I kept silent while she looked at me questioningly.

What should I tell her. The truth would probably be best. At least part of it.

"You looked so cute when you were laughing so boisterously. And that's when my male instincts just took over," I explained.

She seemed satisfied with the answer.

"So why did you take off so suddenly?"

Shit, that's exactly the question I didn't want to hear.

I kept silent and hoped she would drop the subject.

"Emmett, why do you kiss me like that - in that way - and then just leave?" she continued to probe.

What did she mean by 'in that way'? I guess I had to tell her the truth.

"I told you that my instincts came up in me and I didn't want to go too far."

"Then you left because otherwise you might have bitten me?", she asked.

Oh ... did I have to be more specific?

"The thirst for blood is not our only instinct, Bella. You can't imagine ..."

I broke off.

I'd better not talk any further.

"What? What can't I imagine, and what instincts are you talking about, Emmett?"

Man, why was she so curious and so slow on the uptake.

I shook my head and remained silent.

"Go ahead, Em," she urged further.

We sat down on a bench.

I turned around and looked into her chocolate brown eyes.

Well, then just the full truth, if she wanted to be so slow-witted.

"Sex, Bella, I meant sex. You can't imagine how much I wanted you at that moment."

Oh ... how trite that sounded.

"Oh ..." she said, lowering her gaze.

She blushed once again. She was silent and I no longer knew what I could say. She seemed to be thinking about what to say.

"Does this happen to you with all girls?", she asked while looking at her hands.

Oh Bella, why are you asking the very questions that embarrass even me?

"No."

Short and to the point.

Please be satisfied with the answer, I prayed.

"Then why with me?"

She looked up and looked me in the eye.

How could I come up with a subterfuge when those beautiful eyes were looking at me.

This time it was me looking down at my hands as I spoke.

"Because I like you."

Overkill. If I were still human, even I would have blushed at that.

She took my hand.

"You know, Emmett, I ... I feel comfortable with you. I like you, too."

I looked up into her eyes again.

Her cheeks were pink.

"I know this sounds stupid because I haven't been separated from Edward for very long. But it feels so right to be with you," she said shyly.

Could it be that she felt the same as I did?

I leaned over to her and kissed her.

This time I did not put my hands on her neck. If she didn't want to kiss me, she could back away.

But she gently put a hand on my neck and pulled me to her.

Happiness flowed through me like a hot fire. I took care not to let my instincts run away with me again.

Her other hand went under my T-shirt, and she touched my naked body. She stroked my trained chest and six-pack. I took her knee and pulled her to me so that she was kneeling above me on the bench. She put both arms around my neck and continued kissing me, my tongue was already in her mouth.

I put my hands on her hip bones and pushed the sweater up a little so I could hold her by the waist.

'Take it slow, Emmett!' Alice's voice echoed in my head.

I pulled myself together and took my hands out from under her sweater again - up to her head. I gently pulled away and looked into her eyes. She was breathing faster, and her pulse was racing.

I put a hand to her cheek and gave her a little kiss.

"Bella, if you don't want to make an 'outdoor' thing out of it, you shouldn't push it," I warned her.

"Oh ...!", she said sheepishly.

Had she not noticed how horny she had made me?

She got off me and sat down next to me again.

"Sorry, I guess I took advantage of no one stopping me for once," she said sheepishly.

How did she mean that?

"What do you mean by that?"

Why stop her when she was surrendering like that?

"Well, Edward never let it get that far. He was afraid he might lose his temper."

I couldn't understand how Edward could have lasted only one night without sleeping with her. She was so desirable! Well, actually I was glad that he hadn't.

"I don't know how he did it ...", I said. I stood up and pulled her to her feet by one hand. "Come on, let's forget about them. It's getting late. Do you want to go home?"

She nodded, so we walked hand in hand to the car.