What do you get when you send two hormonally driven, lust-filled virgin imprints to Isle Esme? Jake and Renesmee go cliff-diving one day on Isle Esme at the waterfalls. When Renesmee tests Jacob's resolve with relentless flirting, teasing, and a super skimpy bathing suit (thanks, Alice), Jacob admits he is about to lose his mind...
“Go to the cave,” he called over the roaring sound of the waterfall. She nodded, hiking along the ridge of rocks that led to a little alcove behind the waterfall. It was a low ceilinged little indentation in the rocks, carved out by the water. It went back about ten feet, and had a shallow tide pool and flat rocks to sit on.
She looked around, taking in the appearance of the caves. They had been there only a few short years ago, but it still felt like eons since she had been there last.
Jacob’s voice startled her. “You know, we used to have tea parties back here,” he said, a smile dancing on his lips. She turned around, smiling wryly at him.
“Sorry,” she offered.
“I didn’t say I minded. If you were having fun so was I.”
She was silent for a few moments, and time seemed to drag as they stood there, Jacob crouching slightly in the low ceilinged cave. She pressed her lips together, listening to the sound of the water hitting the lagoon in front of them.
“That was fun,” she said finally, motioning to the lagoon where they had just dove. “We should dive again. “
He nodded, looking slightly disappointed. Swallowing her fear, she moved past him, brushing dangerously close to his body as she slid past the narrow rocks, teasing him. She could feel him suck in a breath as her bathing suit clad bottom brushed against the front of his swimming trunks, but she kept moving. They easily climbed up the rock face of the cliff in silence, finally reaching the top after a few minutes of climbing.
Once there, she turned to look at him as she adjusted her swimsuit. Her plan had worked at least a little – he could barely take his eyes off of her in it.
Her eyes met his with a satisfied stare when she caught him watching her, but he simply looked away. She followed his gaze as he stared out over the tree tops to the ocean, the waves crashing against the white beach far below.
“Let’s go,” she said, motioning him forward. He moved toward her, and she stuck out her chest again as she arranged her hair in preparation to dive. Suddenly, his hot hands were on her sides and she felt herself being catapulted off the rock face. She hit the water below a second before he did, and this time when they surfaced she barely had time to breath before his lips were on hers.
Renesmee sputtered for a second, surprised at the shock of falling from such a height and then being assaulted by Jacob’s lips…not that she was complaining.
His mouth moved against hers hungrily, and she felt her arms wrap around his neck as they bobbed in the water. She jumped slightly as her body bumped against the rocks; she realized that he had floated them over to the side of the lagoon, not that she would notice anyway. Her head was spinning as he continued to give her deep, needing, open mouthed kisses. It was an attack at the very least, but a welcome one. She shivered as her back was pressed up against a flat rock, Jacob pinning her against it.
Renesmee gasped slightly as his mouth made its way to her cheek, then to her neck, then down to lightly scrape his teeth against her ear.
“You’ve been teasing me,” he said, his voice gruff. She looked at him sideways, fighting the urge to smile.
“What’s your point?”
“You’re going to make me do bad things, Renesmee.”
“So it did work then?”
“You make me so crazy sometimes… that I want to…”
She didn’t wait to hear his response. “So do it then,” she countered back, sucking in a ragged breath as she felt her hands start to shake. A rumble sounded deep in his chest, and his eyes seemed to darken before the words were out of her mouth.
“You mean it?”
She nodded. “Of course I do.”
Jacob stayed there, frozen against the rocks; their bodies pressed up against each other in the cool water of the lagoon, the waterfall crashing down behind them.
He pressed his body flush with hers, and she became temporarily tongue tied; her previous boisterousness and daring mouth had frozen, slightly agape as she watched him. The need to be suddenly careful hung in the air; she had never seen him look as wild as he did now; his jet black shaggy hair hung down the sides of his dark face, clinging to his defined jaw. His eyes were blacker than the deepest, darkest night and suddenly alive with such fire that it made her want to whimper slightly.
Her voice seemed to startle him out of his daze, and he jumped slightly. He suddenly pushed his body away from the rocks, floating backwards into the misty water. Renesmee bit her lip and watched him move away from her, his coppery muscles flexing as he swam away from her.
“Jake,” she repeated, pushing off the rocks. She swam after him, her coppery hair fanning out behind her in the water as she moved. He moved so that he was behind the waterfall, out of her sight. Jacob was up out of the water, sitting on a flat rock at the water’s edge. His knees where drawn up to his chest, his head resting on his arms, appearing to be deep in thought.
With a grunt she hoisted herself up out of the water, crawling across the rock to sit cross legged a few feet from him.
They were silent again, and it began to eat at her. This wasn’t how she wanted things to be at all.
He lifted his head, glancing over at her. His dark eyes were back to normal now, the fire and wildness gone. He opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to think better of it and didn’t.
“Tell me,” she insisted, her timid void echoing off the nearby rocks. He didn’t’ meet her gaze.
“You’re making me crazy.”
She snorted to herself, biting back a sarcastic laugh. She was making him crazy? Try the other way around…
“Speak for yourself.”
“What?” he asked, lifting his head up off his arms.
She shook her head, dropping her eyes to the rocky surface below her. Her fingertips moved absently over the smooth rocks in the cave behind the waterfall, focusing on anything but his eyes. If he caught her at the right moment, she knew that one look from those eyes would make her say anything he wanted her to.
“Nevermind. Why am I making you crazy?”
“You just are. I…I can’t explain it.”
“That’s insulting. I’m making you crazy and you can’t even say why?”
“No. You just are.”
“So don’t make me make you go crazy.”
He lifted one eyebrow skeptically. “Easy for you to say. You…you don’t know how un-hinged you make me, Renesmee.”
“I have an idea,” she muttered, feeling the rocks again. She looked back up at him, narrowing her gaze. When she saw the worried look in his features, her frown instantly lightened.