A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

“That’s the bathroom.” He pointed to a door on his right. Directly across the narrow hallway was
another door. He opened it and stepped inside. “And this is my room.”
Renesmee’s stomach flipped excitedly as she went in past Jacob. The room was tiny; she could
barely believe he even fit in it. The bed was a mattress on the floor that took up nearly all of the
space save for a small walkway to open the door and put in a dresser. She turned to look up at him.
“It’s, um . . . cozy.”
He snorted. “You don’t have to sugar-coat it. It’s tiny as hell. It’s all I really need, though.” He didn’t
tell her that he rarely stayed the night in here anymore. He preferred to be near her.
She nodded and put her hands on his chest. “Think we’ll both fit in here?”
He shut the door. “Yes.”
She giggled and pulled away. “Is the bed comfortable?” She wasn’t sure it would be, but she laid
down anyway. She got on her back and looked up at him. “Not bad.” She lifted her chest to bounce
a little bit.
Jacob watched her in fascination. She was radiant with her auburn hair spread out under her and
her brown eyes watching him playfully. Her shirt had ridden up a little, exposing a thin line of flesh
above the waistband of her jeans. She bounced again, and he couldn’t help but notice the way her
breasts moved. He cleared his throat and knelt down beside her slowly.
Renesmee caught his eyes as he leaned down. She was caught by their intensity. Her smile faded
as he moved over her, one arm on either side of her shoulders supporting him.
“I love you,” he said roughly.
His voice made her shiver. She reached up to put her hands on his face. “I love you, too.”
He kissed her deeply but slowly, taking his time and exploring her mouth. Her hands slid down his
neck and around his shoulders to hold him tighter, hoping to pull him closer. He shifted his weight to
one arm and allowed himself to get closer as his other hand slipped down her side to her hip and
back up. He didn’t hesitate to cup her breast when he reached it. She sucked in a quick breath and
shoved her chest up, hoping to encourage him. He squeezed lightly, eliciting a moan from her. The
sound made a shiver run up his spine.
Jacob broke the kiss and pulled back. “Is this okay?” he asked as he squeezed again.
Renesmee was panting as she nodded. “Very much okay.”
He smirked and kissed her jaw. “Good.” He worked a path down her neck, barely stopping the growl
that was building in his chest at the sound of her whimpers. He licked her throat just above the
pulse point and closed his eyes. She tasted so good. A mixture of sweet and salty that drove him
crazy. He did it again and sucked lightly on her flesh.
“Oh, my God, Jake,” she cried. She wished he would get between her legs.
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