“Home sweet home,” I sighed when we reached my apartment door.

Paul groaned as he trudged up behind me, carrying my bags and the one he brought for himself.  I opened the door to find Kira on the couch. I ran over and tackled her, surprised at how much I missed her.

Paul cleared his throat and gave me a sexy ass smile.  “Want me to put these in your room?”

I nodded as I jumped up to help him.  “I got this,” he insisted as he pressed his lips to mine.  He bit his lower lip and growled a little when I pulled away.  “Do you mind if I get a shower?”

“Go ahead,” I beamed.

When I continued to stare in his direction, Kira noticed and told me I had to give her all the details.  “I thought you two weren’t even talking.”

“Well we weren’t...until he showed up at the restaurant.”

“Oh! And I missed it? Damn!”

I told her all about the confusion with Selena and how she invited me to her mom’s and how that got me a ride back to La Push.  I filled her in on everything else that happened on New Year’s, but I didn’t mention anything about Embry and his crush on me. I was still hoping that I was wrong about that.

I had caught her up on everything but Paul still had not returned from his shower.  I looked in on him and found him asleep on my bed. Kira and I decided to go get pizzas and I figured I would get some for Paul for when he woke up.

When we returned, Paul was standing in the kitchen, drinking a bottle of water.  He had no shirt on, just a pair of pajama pants. Kira eyed him appreciatively and smiled.  "The next time you go to La Push, you have to take me with you, Rachel.  Especially if the guys all look like Paul."

Paul smirked.  "Yeah, Rachel. You could set her up with Embry.  Lord knows he needs his own girl, so he can quit hitting on mine."

"Paul!"

We spread the pizzas out on the coffee table and started digging in.  I sat on the floor, while Paul stretched out on the couch behind me. Kira nestled into the armchair and asked, "Who's Embry?"

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After Kira went to bed, Paul pulled me up onto the couch to lie on top of him.  He slid his hands under my ass and rocked against me. "You feel so good."

I placed my hands on the couch, on either side of his head and smiled down at him.  He reached for my face and crushed his lips to mine. I live for this man's kisses! When he pulled away, I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart pounding in his chest.

"When will I get to see you again?"

I froze and my stomach lurched.  This was the one thing I really didn't want to talk about. "I've been meaning to talk to you about that."

"Uh oh.  I'm not gonna like this, am I?"

I pushed off of him and stood.  I looked down at him for a moment and then chickened out. "I need to clean up this mess," I waved my hand over the stack of pizza boxes, grabbed a handful and scurried off to the kitchen. 

Paul followed me and grabbed me around the waist. He lifted me onto the counter and situated himself between my legs.  "No more stalling, Rachel."

I sucked in a deep breath and nodded.  "It might be a while before we see each other again."

He scowled. "How long is a 'while'...are we talking Spring Break?"

"Maybe longer than that."

He growled and stepped back a little.  I wrapped my legs around his waist and used my heels to drag him back to me.  "I want you to hear me out."

He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded.  "Go ahead."

I slid my hands around his neck and intertwined my fingers behind his head. I knew he would bolt and this probably wouldn't do much to stop him, but I had to try. "I may not be home again until summer."

"Summer?" He echoed angrily. "Are you fucking serious?"

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I glanced out to the balcony and watched Paul.  He had been out there for ten minutes at least. The longest ten minutes of my life.  I didn't want to let him go, but he was so angry.

I sighed as I weighed my next move.  I could be patient and let him come to me ...or go out there and hope for the best.  I waited another minute and decided to hell with patience.

 "You're not thinking about jumping, are you?" I teased.

He gave me a side eye glance and scoffed.  "No such luck."

I stood next to him, gazing out over the city skyline in the distance.  I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered. "Ready to come inside?"

"You should go in.  It's too cold out here," he replied stoically.

I rubbed my arms and shook my head.  "I'm not going in until you do."

He sucked in a deep breath and growled. "Dammit, Rachel, just go."

"Nope," I replied through chattering teeth.  "If you can handle it...then so can I."

"Oh for fuck's sake," he muttered before throwing the glass slider door open, stepping behind me, lifting me by the waist and forcing me inside.

When he dropped me inside the door and moved to shut it, with him still outside, I yanked on his hand.  We stumbled back, falling over the couch, with him on top. "I'm sorry," I gasped as he stared down at me. 

He started pushing away from me, but I held him close. He growled in frustration, but didn't move off of me.  In a brave moment, I leaned up and kissed his neck, dragged my lips to his earlobe and finally his cheek.  

When he didn't respond to me, I did it again.  I hit the same three spots with a little more pressure as I inched closer to his mouth. I did this three more times with the last kiss landing on the corner of his mouth. 

With a sigh, I gave up.  I looked up at him to find he wasn't scowling anymore. With that smirk of his, he whispered, "Cheesecake," before crushing his lips to mine.

He lowered his full weight onto me and when we kissed, it felt like we were one person. I held him tightly against my body and whimpered when I felt his tongue slide under mine.  He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and growled playfully. I felt that growl vibrate in his chest and it poured right into mine.

Paul pulled me forward, bringing us to a sitting position.  "I can't wait five months to see you again, Rachel. I just can't do it.  I need you," he admitted when he broke off the kiss.

I held his face in my hands and sighed. "I need you to trust me on this. I have a plan...and if this works, I can be home for good, sooner rather than later.  But I have to make some changes and some sacrifices."

I felt his jaw clench under my hands.  "Even if it means the end of us?" he snarled.

I dropped my hands like they were on fire.  "I don't want that. I don't wanna lose you, Paul."

He pulled away from me and sighed.  "I don't know what else to do."

I looked down at my hands and shrugged.  "Okay."

"Okay?" he echoed. "What does that even mean?"

I stood and crossed the room.  "I'll pack my stuff...right now.  Take me back to La Push. I'll quit school and we can be together."

Paul stared at me with his mouth gaping open.  I turned and marched off to my room. I started opening my drawers and pulling out handfuls of clothes.

I felt Paul's hands in my hair, softly soothing me. "Please stop."  When I didn't, he pulled me close to him. "I would never let you quit school for me," he murmured into my hair.

I held him tightly.  "Then tell me what I can do to fix this.  I can't lose you." 

He sighed, "I'm not going anywhere.  I was just mad."

I looked up at him and shook my head.  "It's not fair of me to ask you to wait."

Paul smirked and shrugged. "You didn't ask me.  You know I do whatever the hell I want."

I rolled my eyes and bit back a smile.  "And you know I love that about you."

He smiled warmly and lowered his gaze.  "And you know…" he paused to shove me back onto my bed.  "That I love you."

I followed his eyes as he moved to the end of the bed, eyed me seductively and yanked on my pajama pants.  I gasped when they came off with my panties. "Lose that shirt too," he ordered in a husky whisper.

I sat up and with shaky hands, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, discarding it on the floor.  He watched me unhook my bra and toss it over his head. When he licked his lips and climbed towards me, I held my breath.

I locked my knees together as a sudden wave of nerves hit me.  Paul held his body over mine and whispered into my ear, "Please let me taste you."

Every part of me tingled in that moment.  But anxiety took over me as I shook my head.  "Paul…"

"Please," he murmured, pressing his lips to my neck and licking my skin.  "I bet you taste so good, Rachel."

The way my name rolled off his tongue, the way it did the last time he came, had me squeezing my thighs together.  Finally, I gave in. "Okay," I gasped. 

Paul paused to look me in the eye with that devilish grin that let me know I was in trouble.  He kissed his way down my chest, past my breasts, over my stomach, finally landing where he ached to taste me.  I kept my legs locked, still unsure.

He brought his face back to mine and furrowed his brow.  "Have you never done this before?" he asked curiously.

I covered my face with both hands and sighed.  "Paul, please don't ask me that…"

He used one hand to uncover my face and I saw him smiling bigger than ever.  "I'll go easy on you for your first time, babe."

I shuddered when he disappeared between my thighs again.  I gripped my sheets tightly in anticipation of what he would do next.  He popped back up to face me again and I had to laugh. "This works better if you're relaxed," he advised.  "I promise you'll love this. Do you trust me?"

I nodded quickly and gave him a kiss.  He broke away and disappeared again. I cautiously looked down at him and observed him nudging my thighs open with his lips.  He curled his hands under me and used them to bring me closer to his mouth. He dragged his tongue along the inside of my thighs, one and then the other. He kissed me everywhere except where he promised he would.  My need was building until I thought I would explode with anticipation.  

When I buried my fingers in his hair, I could feel him smiling against the skin on my lower stomach.  I finally felt ready so I resorted to begging, "Paul, please. I want you to taste me."

At first I could only feel his breath on me, so I lifted my hips ever so slightly, hoping he would take the hint.  "Someone sure is getting anxious," he teased.

I pulled a pillow over my head and screamed into it in frustration. When I pulled it away, he smirked up at me.  "Hold onto that. You'll need it unless you want your roommate to hear you."

Before I could respond, I felt him slide a finger into me and I gasped.  I felt one long languid lick and I wanted more. I spread my thighs wider and held my breath as his tongue descended upon me once more.  He teased my clit before fully diving in, the pressure of his tongue sending electric shocks to every nerve ending in my body.

I lifted myself right up off the bed when he slid another finger into me.  I grasped at my sheets, twisting them into knots. My breath was ragged as I struggled to take in air. A string of obscenities left my lips as I felt the increase of pressure his tongue provided.  I started bucking my hips in time as my climax edged closer. He gave me a little more, sensing my urgency. His fingers crooked inside me, finding that spot that was sure to push me over the edge.

"Paul," I barely managed to squeak out as his tongue massaged my clit even harder. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the tingles climb the back of my thighs. My orgasm forced my toes to curl and everything to go white behind my eyes.  I shoved that pillow over my mouth and cursed into it. My whole body convulsed and when I tried to close my thighs, because I couldn't take it anymore, Paul held me open and continued to taste me until I was nearly kicking him off. "Cheesecake!" I finally gasped breathlessly. 

I felt him shaking when he pulled away, then he was gone.  I struggled to get my breathing to return to normal. My mouth was dry and every muscle felt like mush.  I was still tingling everywhere and I happily wondered how long this would last.  

I let my eyes drift closed for a moment before hearing Paul shutting my door. He stood next to me, completely naked and looking like something from my dreams...the wet ones.  He laughed at me as he handed me a towel. "I thought you might need this."

I rolled my eyes at him and wiped away the remnants of my climax.  "I thought you were gonna drown us both," he teased as I tossed the into my hamper. 

He climbed into bed with me and pulled me to his chest.  I buried my head under his chin and sighed. "You really love to embarrass me, don't you?"

"Why are you embarrassed?" he mused. "I'm the one who just came without even being touched."

I pulled back and smirked.  "Seriously?"

"Don't tease me.  It's really humiliating."

I pressed my lips to his neck and nipped gently.  "I think it's hot."

He hugged me tightly and laughed.  "I'm glad you think so."

After a moment or two, I whispered, "You were right." 

"Oh yeah?" he replied sleepily.

I tipped my head back and found his gaze. "I loved it.  And I love you."

Paul squeezed me tighter and chuckled.  "I think it's my tongue you love."

I shook my head against his chest and argued, "No, it's you.  It's all you."

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A/N: thanks for the comments and votes.  This story is being better received than my first one.  Yay!  Oh and I'm still giddy from the comment I got from Alex Meraz last night on Instagram. Ahh!