And if any of you have any suggestions of scenes I should put in this book, let me know and I'll look them over.
Bella suddenly became erect in the bed, her body coated in a sleek coat of sweat. The precipitation was cold against her skin, awaking her further from her erotic dream. She paused, shutting her eyes once again. Her erotic dream about Emmett. God, she had to get herself under control. She didn't want him like that. She didn't. No. She couldn't.
With a heavy sigh, she situated herself further up the bed, resting her head at an angle.
"Ahem." A cough filled the room, and shocked by the sudden noise Bella nearly tumbled off the other side of the bed.
Strong hands clamped around her forearm and pulled her back to her original spot. Please, please don't be Edward, she begged.
"Careful there." Emmett. Of course.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, pulling the gold comforter firmly around her. She adorned only a ratty T-shirt and white cotton panties. Very sexy, she knows.
He chuckled, clearly not taking the anger in her voice seriously. "You were the one who called out to me."
She gaped, straining her eyes in an attempt to make out his features in the darkness. Was he bluffing?
"And you sounded very happy to me."
He brought a hand to rest on her thigh. She could feel the coldness of it even through the thickness of her blanket. "Never."
She swiped at his hand. "Don't touch me." She warned.
He only laughed again and trailed his fingers further up her leg. She flinched at how close he was coming to her.
"Damn it! I said stop it!"
Emmett pulled away quickly. "I'm only teasing you, Bella."
"I don't like it."
"Because of Edward?"
She flinched. Yes, because of Edward. Because she used to be the innocent virgin, used to be the girl who would have shuddered at the thought of betrayal against her boyfriend. Because what they had done was wrong, what she had done.
"Because I don't want to do that."
Emmett suddenly became tense. "Hey, no one said anything about sex."
"Yeah, because your hand suggested a tea party."
Bella heard as his teeth noisily clamped shut. "So I can't touch you anymore?"
She didn't pause as she replied, "Not like that."
"That doesn't work for me."
Bella drew away from him, cursing the darkness for making her vision immobile. She glared at the black blob on the bed. "I didn't say it had to." Wow. She was being harsh. Emmett used to be one of her best friends, and now because of her damned stupidity she couldn't even let him be that.
"So I was just a one night stand then? Is that it?"
Tears pricked in her eyes. "No. It wasn't like that. I wasn't thinking that night. I was being stupid."
He firmly collected her shoulders in his hands, pulling her closer to him. "I thought it was pretty damn smart. Bella I would not have taken your innocence if I had only wanted sex. I can find that other places." He took in a breath and slowly his hands moved to her waist under the blanket. Gently his thumb drew circles on her stomach. "I wanted what you offered. I wanted it so bad." He pressed his lips to hers once, twice. She didn't respond, holding perfectly still as he rested his head against her neck. "And I don't want to never have it again." Cautiously his hands traveled south, resting on her hips. "I'm not just talking sex. Please understand that. I'm talking about what I felt." He caressed her flesh. It felt good, so good, but she made no move to reply. "I haven't felt that way before." He picked her up slightly, adjusting her so that she lay back on the bed. "I won't be without it." he whispered as he pulled himself over her. His mouth found her neck, and he began to speak words of comfort.
The heart-wrenching guilt tore through her. She welcomed it. She deserved it. She had done this to him. She had used him. She had to face the consequences. But she couldn't face the pain. She was weak. She always had been. She couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop, couldn't stop herself from bringing his mouth to hers, from once again faking passion, faking lust, faking that she wanted it.
Emmett moved slow, his hands almost not moving as he drew back the blanket. He stopped to stare at her body, hands at a standstill on her calves. She shivered from the cold, but played it differently.
"I want you." She said, trying to keep her voice from being dull. The result was unconvincing, but Emmett seemed not to notice. Instead, he focused on running his hands under her shirt.
She became frozen, allowing him to do as he pleased. She deserved this. She deserved hell.
Her shirt fell to the floor. She was highly aware of herself being nearly naked. She blushed and was surprised to find she still had that reaction. She felt like a robot as it was. Cold, not dead, but not alive, letting Emmett have his way with her because she was too much of a coward to tell him the truth.
His head dropped, and his hard lips pressed against her navel.
Bella tuned out. Focusing instead on a point of the wall, ignoring the hungry nibbles he made on her flesh.
"Bella?" he asked, and she found he had stopped. Funny, she hadn't noticed until he spoke.
"Is something wrong?" she questioned.
He drew away. "I'm not going to do this when you aren't even here."
Bella shook her head, and put a hand behind his neck. "I'm sorry." She apologized. "I'll do better. Do you want me to touch you," she traced along his torso, traveling south. "There?"
He quickly gripped her hand in his, stopping her progress. "No."
She became more alert, focusing again on him. She became confused. "No?"
He nodded. "No. You don't want this."
"I do." She tried.
He silenced her with a light kiss. "No, you don't, and it's fine. I'm fine."
Bella stared into the darkness. "Will you turn on the light?"
He did as she wanted in a second's time, already situated back beside her, leaning on his elbow. His shirt was off and pant's button undone. He hadn't gotten close. And he had stopped. For her he had stopped.
"Thank you." She leaned in, willingly kissing his cheek.
He winked. "I'll see you in the morning Bells. Sleep, well, just as good as you did a minute ago."
Bella flushed, but only nodded her head. "See you."
And then he was gone, like a ghost in the night, weaving smoothly and quickly through the room so fast she didn't even see him go.