I stopped breathing. This wasn't the kind of thing he usually allowed. Despite his cold hands, I felt suddenly warm. His lips moved in the hollow at the base of my throat.

"Not to bring on the ire prematurely," he whispered, "but do you mind telling me what it is about this bed that you object to?"

Before I could answer, before I could even concentrate enough to make sense of his words, he rolled to the side, pulling me on top of him. He held my face in his hands, angling it up so that his mouth could reach my throat. My breathing was too loud - it was almost embarrassing, but I couldn't care quite enough to be ashamed.

"Even though you know that everyone in the house can hear you perfectly," Emmett laughed.

"The bed?" he asked again. "I think it's nice."

"It's unnecessary," I managed to gasp.

He pulled my face back to his, and my lips shaped themselves around his. Slowly this time, he rolled till he hovered over me. He held himself carefully so that I felt none of his weight, but I could feel the cool marble of his body press against mine. My heart was hammering so loudly that it was hard to hear his quiet laughter.

"That's debatable," he disagreed. "This would be difficult on a couch."

Cold as ice, his tongue lightly traced the shape of my lips.

My head was spinning - the air was coming too fast and shallow.

"Did you change your mind?" I asked breathlessly. Maybe he'd rethought all his careful rules.

Maybe there was more significance to this bed than I'd originally guessed.

"It looks like Bella is thinking what I'm thinking," Emmett laughed.

"She knows that can't happen," Edward bowed his head.

"Then maybe you shouldn't tease her like this," Alice reprimanded. 'You got her all hopeful and now you're going to leave her high and dry.'

"I doubt I thought this through," Edward frowned.

My heart pounded almost painfully as I waited for his answer.

Edward sighed, rolling back so that we were on our sides again.

"Don't be ridiculous, Bella," he said, disapproval strong in his voice - clearly, he understood what I meant. "I was just trying to illustrate the benefits of the bed you don't seem to like. Don't get carried away."

"That's rich coming for you," Esme glared at him. "You were the one that started it."

"Too late," I muttered. "And I like the bed," I added.

"Good." I could hear the smile in his voice as he kissed my forehead. "I do, too."

"But I still think it's unnecessary," I continued. "If we're not going to get carried away, what's the point?"

Emmett laughed at that, he seemed to wholeheartedly agree with her.

He sighed again. "For the hundredth time, Bella - it's too dangerous."

"I like danger," I insisted.

"I know," Edward hissed and smiled at the same time.

"Great... now you're so conflicted that you've made your own emotion it seems," Jasper frowned. "It's rather uncomfortable."

"Tell me about it," Edward grumbled.

"Well it's like there's this dark..." Jasper started while grinning at Edward, but stopped when his brother growled at him.

"I know." There was a sour edge to his voice, and I realized that he would have seen the motorcycle in the garage.

"I'll tell you what's dangerous," I said quickly, before he could move to a new topic of discussion. "I'm going to spontaneously combust one of these days - and you'll have no one but yourself to blame."

He started to push me away.

"What are you doing?" I objected, clinging to him.

"Protecting you from combustion. If this too much for you. . . ."

"Dork," Alice said, shaking her head.

"I can handle it," I insisted.

He let me worm myself back into the circle of his arms.

"I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression," he said. "I didn't mean to make you unhappy. That wasn't nice."

"Actually, it was very, very nice."

"Just not quite nice enough," Emmett added, waggling his eyebrows again.

He took a deep breath. "Aren't you tired? I should let you sleep."

"No, I'm not. I don't mind if you want to give me the wrong impression again."

"That's probably a bad idea. You're not the only one who gets carried away."

"Yes, I am," I grumbled.

He chuckled. "You have no idea, Bella. It doesn't help that you are so eager to undermine my self-control, either."

"I don't care what you say Eddy, you really should loosen up more," Emmett said. "It's really..."

"She's human," Edward hissed at him. "If I let loose..."

"Maybe you just need a little more faith that you can't hurt her," Emmett shrugged. "If you think that way you will be less likely to hurt her."

"Er..." Edward said, looking like he thought Emmett advice was valid.

"I'm not going to apologize for that."

"Can I apologize?"

"For what?"

"You were angry with me, remember?"

"Oh, that."

"I'm sorry. I was wrong. It's much easier to have the proper perspective when I have you safely here ." His arms tightened around me. "I go a little berserk when I try to leave you. I don't think I'll go so far again. It's not worth it."

"No it's not," Edward said.