Disclaimer: I own nothing. This all belongs to S. Meyer.

I'm dedicating this chapter to Edward Cullen v.s Jacob Black.

Sorry a thousand times for the wait!

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I couldn't think straight with how tired I was all the time. I just wanted to find a way to make Edward crack. He was always so perfectly restrained. In truth, I hated it at times like this. It had been three days since I jumped, embarrassingly, out of the window. And not once was I able to even make Edward consider anything. It made me think back to this afternoon, how carefully guarded he had been around me.

I was wearing a scandalously small bathing suit Alice had selected for me. It fit like a second skin, and left very little to the imagination. When I walked out on the beach, I felt Edward's gaze burn into me. I looked into his eyes, and saw that they had grown dark, and burning. The passion in his eyes made my breath catch, and I wanted nothing more then to run into his arms.

Unfortunately, Edward quickly grabbed a life vest, and told me to put it on, as he looked away, his fists clenched tightly together. I contemplated whether or not I wanted to test his strength, and was reminded of my recent window incident. I did not want to embarrass myself again, but I was going to make Edward crumble. I just had to find a way.

Edward led me over to the skidoo. He wanted to take me to see another part of the coral reef, and then to some underwater cave, and of course a whole list of other things to be done. When we reached the reef, I put on my silly goggles and snorkels, looking over at Edward. He gave me his crooked smile as he fixed the goggles, and kissed me on my plastic nose.

Of course, since Edward didn't have to breathe, he didn't have to look as ridiculous as I felt. Either way we began exploring the beauty of the coral reefs. Edward had scared off all the fish, so I wasn't worried about accidently swimming into a school of them…

I came back to myself when I heard the window slam the door shut. It scared me into a sitting position. I was hoping Edward had come with the wind, but he was still hunting. He did that more often than usual now, and I wasn't sure if it was because it helped his restraint sexually. For my sake I prayed it didn't.

It had started to grown dark in his absence and the wind brought rain with it. It streaked down the French doors, and I felt compelled to go out into the rain. As much as I had hated it in Forks, there was something about this place that made it look beautiful.

At the moment I was only wearing a white tank top and some sort of lacy underwear that Alice had packed for me. It was the safest thing in my luggage, and still happened to be extremely racy. I got off the couch and walked over to the doors, touching the glass with my hand, and watching the rain caress the panes of glass.

I gently pushed the door open and listened to the wind as it flew into the house and stirred loose papers and things of that nature. It was an empowering sort of sound. It made me wish Edward was here even more as the wind swept through my hair.

The rain started to splatter against most skin, sinking into what little I was wearing and tangling into my hair. My nipples hardened at the feel of it hitting my skin. I slowly stepped outside, and let the door close behind me. The rain was running in tiny patterns all down my body, saturating ever inch of skin. I lifted my hands up in the air, and turned slowly in a circle, lifting my face up towards its onslaught. I let myself fall and roll, covering my body in sand. I lay there, looking up into the sky, and watched as the storm grew stronger. I realized that I should go inside, and shower but I had no will to do so. Instead I let the rain wash the sand it reached off of me, and opened my lips to taste its sweetness.

Its cool, indescribable taste reminded me of Edward and how I longed for him. The need to have him again grew stronger and stronger as I let myself imagine him with me, rolling in the sand and the rain.

I imagined him there and let my hands hander over myself, as I wish his hands would. I gently grazed my breasts, skimming lower to wear the skin between my tank top and underwear was revealed. I trailed my fingers gently across, just barely touching the lace of my underwear when I heard him.

"Bella," Edward whispered, his voice strained. I sat up quickly, surprised and realized what I must look like. My legs were sprawled out in front of me, scattered with sand, and my shirt was completely soaked. My hair was wrapped around my neck and the outskirts of my face.

"What are you doing out here? C-can't you tell a dangerous storm is coming?" Edward whispered heatedly as he came closer to me. But it wasn't the cool, calm and collected Edward that had been trying to avoid any physical contact with me. He had actually stuttered- not once had I ever heard him stutter.

His eyes boldly roamed over my body, as he walked right up to me and crouched down. The water had already covered him, and he looked absolutely amazing. "I wanted to feel the rain on my skin…I couldn't help myself." I said climbing to my knees, as he brushed a few clinging strands of my hair back from my face. I leaned into his hand and reached out and touched the hem of his shirt.

I looked into his eyes as I let my hands lift the shirt from his body. He groaned slightly as I let my hands flow over him, like the rain itself. I leaned forward and kissed his chest and abdomen. I tasted the water and Edward and instantly knew I was wrong. Edward was so, so much better than that water could ever be.

Edwards's arms wrapped around me and he tilted my head up. His lips brushed across mine, then deepened. He kissed me with so little restraint that I was glowing with excitement. I could instantly feel my body respond as his tongue mingled with my own. I wrapped my arms around his neck and into his hair.

My heart was racing, and my body was flushed with need and desire. His lips left mine when I began to feel dizzy- needing to breathe. "Edward." I practically moaned as he swept kisses down my neck, going lower.

"Please." I begged more to myself than to him. I barely heard it leaving my lips but he certainly did. Edward went ridged in my arms, and pulled back. His eyes were clouded, and almost angry. Almost angry that his control had wavered so thin with me.

"Let's go inside Bella, you need to shower." Edward said sternly, picking me up, and leading me toward the doors. I, in fact, was angrily with myself. Had I just kept my mouth shut, maybe he would have continued. But then knowing Edward, something would have caught his attention before he went much further.

Edward set me down in the middle of the bedroom, as my heart beat still raced. The noise filled my ears, and the silence of the room. He gave me a long measuring glance, almost undecided before he went and turned the shower on. He came back through the bathroom door, and motioned to me to go take a shower, even though I hadn't moved.

"Please, Bella…" Edward said running his fingers through his hair. I could hear the fear in his voice. I simply nodded, able to move again, and brushed past him. I heard the door shut behind me as I had lifted my tank top off my body. Instantly I could tell he wasn't in the room with me, his presence wasn't nearly as strong as it had been mere moments ago…