I'm a Believer

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RPOV:

What have I done? What have I done? I kept chanting to myself. God, I'm like some neglected housewife coming onto the sexy pool girl. I took off so fast I don't even remember making it to the house. What am I going to do? I couldn't shake the thoughts of her warm muscular body pressed against my cold one. The feeling was like nothing I felt before. Fire and Ice. My skin still tingled from where her hands and lips touched. Her smell lingered on my dress and it was earthy and spicy like cinnamon. I could still taste her on my lips and it was the sweetest taste like warm brown sugar and vanilla. I could spend eternity kissing and tasting her.

I've completely lost my mind. She's just some mangy mutt. I'm Rosalie Hale, goddess and vampire. I should kick her ass for thinking she could touch me like that and get away with it. Who was I kidding she gave me more pleasure in those few moments than Eleanor did in the 70+ years we were together. UHH! I screamed while stomping angrily through the house. She's driving me crazy making me hate her and want her at the same time. Then I smelled her earthy and spicy. Cinnamon. Jules. I threw open the front door and crossed my arms while glaring down at her.

She stood still watching me like I was some caged animal, afraid to make the wrong move. She looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. Before I could let her get the words out I tackled her to sand with my legs on either side of him straddling his waist and pinning her arms above her head. I saw fear, anger and lust past through her ink black eyes. "How dare you take advantage of me like that, you dog!?" I hissed in her face our noses barely touching. Her black eyes bore into my gold ones. "You're not exactly the innocent one here Blondie. You wanted it just as much as I did. Admit it!" She growled low and huskily. I could feel the coil below my stomach begin to tighten. I wanted her so badly but I couldn't say the words.

I jumped up quickly and ran towards my room with Jules close behind me. I tried to slam the door on her but she managed to slip through. "Get out dog!" I yelled. "No, not until we talk about this."She said looking like the alpha he was. "There's nothing to talk about. We'll pretend it never happened." I said matter-of-factly. "You can't pretend it didn't happen. What's Edythe going to say when we get back?" She said. "She's not going to say a dam thing because I won't be thinking about it or you mutt." I seethed. Her face looked pained at my last statement. I turned around not wanting to see the pain in her eyes. "Fine I'll leave and won't bother you anymore if can look me in the eyes and tell me you don't feel something happening between us." She said defiantly.

"I can't." I whispered hoping she wouldn't hear me but she did. Suddenly she spins me around to face her and pulls me close so that our lips are barely touching. The heat rolls off her body making me feel deliciously warm. Her earthy spicy sent fills my nose and makes me lightheaded. "I want you." She whispers against my lips before kissing me tenderly. Eleanor and I had always been intense and wild while making love. I was not use to being touched so gently. Julie's kiss is slow and long but filled with so much passion it makes me drunk feeling.

Who knew that this wolf of a man could be so tender and sweet? She runs her tongue along my bottom lip begging for entrance and I eagerly comply. Mmmm...She tastes just as good as before, sweet warm brown sugar and vanilla. I snake my arms around hee neck and bury my hands in her silky ebony hair. She pulls me closer deepening the kiss and making me weak in the knees. I could go on like this forever and never be satisfied.

Jules pulls away breaking our kiss and leaving me begging for more. "That should have been our first kiss Rose." She says while tenderly stroking my cheek with her thumb. I smile at the sound of my name rolling off of her tongue. If I were human I would have been blushing. "Say it again." I tell her. "Say what again?" She says looking so adorable with his confused expression. "My name, I like the way it sounds when you say it." I tell him sweetly. She beams at me the most amazing smile. Now I can see why Bella called her her personal sun. "Rose, Rose, Rosalie." She purrs in his husky tenor. The sound of her bass voice causes me to be so wet that I can feel my own juices dripping down my thighs. This woman will be the death of me.