A/N: sorry this took so long to get done. I really struggled with which way to go. That said, I hope you enjoy. Thanks for the great comments and opinions!

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I reached for his face and bit down on my lower lip. "Paul?" I breathed as I arched my back.

He lowered my face to mine, licking his lips in anticipation. "Yeah, baby?"

I lifted my hips to meet his and panted. And just before his lips brushed mine, I whispered, "Do you have any condoms?"

He froze.

I opened my eyes to find him hovering above me, his eyes conveyed shock and his body tense. "Say what now?"

I smiled shyly. "Condoms?" I repeated. "Do you have some?"

He pulled back slowly, letting my legs down from his shoulders. He rocked back onto his ankles and stared down at me quizzically. "Why are you asking me that?"

I sat up and shifted around to kneel in front of him. I smiled widely and replied, "Why do you think?"

He furrowed his brow, eyes full of concern. "You want to?"

"You don't?" I asked him that question believing he really did want to...but when he just stared at me, blinking quickly, my stomach sank. "Oh wow...okay."

I climbed off the bed and grabbed my gym bag off the floor. When I stepped out into the hallway, I felt Paul's arms encircle me and lift me off the floor. "Put me down," I ordered as he carried me to the bathroom.

I struggled in his arms as he lowered me to my feet. He kept his arms around me as he reached back, shut and locked the door. "You're not leaving."

When I tried to twist around in his arms, he held me tighter. He lowered his mouth to my ear and growled lowly. "Stop fighting me."

I relaxed in his arms and he loosened his grip. I turned to face him but kept my eyes to the floor. "I guess I assumed too much."

Paul pulled me closer and sighed. He brushed his lips across my forehead and inhaled deeply. "I didn't say no."

I raised my head slowly and scowled. "You didn't say yes either."

"I just don't understand why you want to."

I scoffed. "Gee, I don't know, Paul. Maybe because I want you, I'm ready, I'm tired of waiting...take your pick."

"It has nothing to do with Embry?"

"Embry?" I echoed.

"Because of all that shit he said," he reminded me. "You're letting him get in your head."

I pulled back from him and made a face. "Fuck you, Paul. I wasn't the one who told him that I made you wait a year. That was you."

"I didn't!" he argued. "I swear I didn't."

"Then how did he know?" I countered.

Paul sighed and looked super guilty. "I may have accidentally told Jacob...and Quil."

I tried to shove past him, but he blocked the door. "You are unbelievable. You tell you don't mind waiting and then you bitch to them about it?"

"I wasn't bitching!" he insisted. "They thought I slept with Leah and I told them I would never because I had waited a year to be with you and I wouldn't do anything to risk it."

I tilted my head and narrowed my gaze. "So...you told them you want to have sex with me, but you don't?"

"I do. I really, really do. I'm just not sure you're doing this for the right reasons."

"Whatever. I'm done with this conversation. May I go now?" I asked sarcastically.

He shook his head and unzipped my bra top, quickly pushing it off my shoulders and onto the floor. When he reached for the waistband of my shorts, I held his hands still. "What are you doing?"

"Shower," he breathed.

"Maybe I don't want to," I argued weakly.

He smirked at me. "Bullshit."

When I opened my mouth to argue with him, his lips descended on mine. I didn't respond to his kiss until I felt his tongue slide along my mouth, begging for entrance. When I let him push his tongue between my lips, I sucked it greedily into my mouth.

He peeled my shorts and panties from my body, never breaking off the kiss. I slid my hands inside the waistband of his shorts and boxer briefs and sent them to the floor. I lifted his tank top over his head and he smiled down at me.

He reached down, sliding his hands under my ass and easily lifting me off my feet. I gasped when he carried me into the shower and turned the spray on us. "Too cold!" I squealed.

He adjusted the temperature and turned me, pressing me to the wall. When he attacked my neck with soft kisses, I melted into his arms. His kisses were temporarily distracting me from our argument. We washed each other, pausing for more kissing.

I took advantage of my position over him because it allowed me access to his neck. I could barely reach his neck anymore since he had grown a few more inches since New Year's. When I latched on to that sweet spot in the crook of his neck, he responded by lowering his mouth to my breast and teasing my nipple with his teeth.

Once we were done with our shower, we returned to his room, each wrapped up in a towel. I went directly to his nightstand and pulled a small box of condoms from the drawer. When I turned to face him, he gave me a pitiful look. "Look what I found," I retorted, throwing the box at his chest.

I shook my head and scowled at him. "I never said I didn't have any," he argued. "I just don't think we should use them."

I scoffed. "Oh hell no."

He backtracked. "No that's not what I meant!"

I stared at him, one hand holding up my towel, the other pressed firmly on my hip that jutted out with attitude. "I don't get this at all, Paul. I don't get you. You really don't want me?" My voice broke. Shit.

He sighed and reached for my face. I twisted away from him and tried to squeeze past him. He grabbed me from behind, holding my midsection and lifting me. I struggled when he sat back on his bed and held my back to his chest. He lowered his mouth to my ear, whispering, "Let me explain...please."

That 'please' sent a shiver down my back that I tried to hide. I shrugged. "Okay," I finally replied.

"Your dad said you're only gonna be home for three weeks."

I turned my face a little. "So this is my punishment?"

"No!" He wrapped his hands around my waist and squeezed tightly. He ran his lips up my jawline and kissed my earlobe softly. "I just think we should wait until you're home for good. If I have sex with you now, I'll never let you go back to Seattle."

I leaned toward his mouth, hating that he could be right. It was already so hard to be apart from him. "So you want to wait...another six months?"

He growled, obviously torn. "You'll be home for good in six months?"

I turned my body more, so I could see his face. He held me securely across his lap and raised his fingers to my cheek. "Yeah. I have to pass these summer classes I signed up for and I'll have to student teach after Christmas, but yes, I'll be able to come home for good in December."

His eyes grew wide. "That's the best thing I've ever heard! I thought I'd have to wait another year."

I laughed as he held me tighter and buried his face in my neck. "I still have to pass all my classes and go back for graduation if I do and find someone to take over my lease for the second semester."

He kissed me all over my face and neck, humming against my skin. "I know you can do it. I believe in you and I'll do anything to help if it means you can come home to me sooner."

I leaned back a little so I could see his eyes. "You mean that?" I whispered as I cupped his cheek.

"Of course," he murmured. "The only thing I care about is you and our future and being together."

"Oh, Paul." I wrapped him up in my arms and held on for dear life. "I love you," I whispered against his neck.

Paul pulled back and smirked. "I knew it."

I kissed the tip of his nose and scowled playfully. "Really? You're such an ass."

He slid his hand under me and lifted his hips, letting me feel his erection as it pressed into my backside through our towels. "I love your ass, Rachel."

I shifted around to straddle him, letting my towel fall away. I lifted myself slightly, pushing my breasts right into his face. "So..." I began, licking my lips and leaning in close. "Are we still waiting?"

His gaze dropped to my chest as he bit down on his lower lip. Before he could lean in and kiss me, I pulled away. "Are we waiting or not?" I asked again.

His eyes looked dark and lusty. But his mouth said otherwise. "Yeah...I think we should wait, Rachel."

My face fell from disappointment. "Okay. Paul," I replied dejectedly.

I climbed off of his lap and sighed. I reached for my discarded bag, sad that I wouldn't get to wear the naughty little garments I had brought.

"Hey, Rachel?"

"Yeah?" I sighed as I looked back at him. He had opened his towel, revealing his raging hard-on. His hands were tucked behind his head and his smirk was undeniable. "I never said we couldn't do anything."

I let my towel drop and seductively ran my hand down my hip and over my ass. When I bit down on my lower lip and smacked my own ass...hard, he lunged forward. "Stay!" I ordered.

He growled loudly as I took my gym bag and ducked into the bathroom. When I returned, Paul was still lying back against the headboard, a stupid smile on his face. He saw my outfit and winced. "You're killing me, Rachel."

I did a slow spin as I approached the bed. "I know this one isn't your favorite, but I was hoping you'd like it."

He nodded and panted, "Yeah...I love it."

I lifted the bottom hem of my pale pink lacy nightie and winked at him. "No panties, just how you like it."

"Oh fuck...come here," he ordered.

I climbed onto his thighs facing him. I looked down at pulsing arousal and gave it an appreciative nod. "Pablo seems to like my nightie."

When Paul reached for my face, I grabbed his wrists and held them back against the headboard. "Remember that time you said I could be in charge of you...that I could dominate you?" I reminded him and he nodded. "I'm cashing in that rain check...now."

He chuckled. "Oh fuck yes."

When he tried to hold me, I slammed his hands back to the headboard again. "I don't think so," I admonished him. He furrowed his brow as I reached down to my bag that I left near the bed. When I produced two black stockings, he smiled.

"Please say you're gonna wear those for me."

I stretched them tightly between my hands, wrapping them around my hands a few times and I shook my head. "These are for you."

Paul's eyes got huge as I shifted around to kneel next to him. When I began tying one of his wrists to the headboard, his breathing sped up. "Are you scared?"

He smiled. "Nah, baby. I'm turned the fuck on."

He leaned toward me, trying to steal a kiss. I turned away and he scowled. "Be patient," I demanded. I shifted to the other side and repeated the same action with his other wrist. He pulled hard against my knots and chuckled. "These will never hold me."

"You might be surprised, Paul. And don't hurt yourself trying to break free. Those stockings will cut your skin if you pull too hard."

He yanked his wrists forward and realized I was right. He wouldn't be getting free that easily. I scooted closer to him, throwing my leg over his waist. "You remember our safe word, right?"

He nodded quickly as my calf grazed his length and it jerked. "Good," I cooed. "Now you just have to lie back and relax."

I shifted around to kneel between his thighs. I leaned toward his face but bypassed his mouth. I kissed his jaw, nibbled his earlobe, sucked my way down his neck and chest. When I settled between his thighs, he hissed. I left little love bites along the inside of his thighs.

When I looked up at him, he was tense, squeezing his eyes shut. "Look at me," I demanded. "I want you to watch me."

I watched him glance down at me with the tiniest smile starting to form on his lips. I kept my eyes locked on his as I ran my tongue up the entire length of him. He hissed and squirmed as I blew softly on the wet trail I made on the underside of his arousal.

I raked my nails over his stomach and down his thighs as my mouth descended upon him. He sucked in the deepest gasp as I took him into my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around the base and stroked him as I sucked.

I watched his eyes, saw the way he was pulling against my restraints, listened to his voice as he begged me to stop. I lifted my head and asked, "Why would I stop?"

"I can't..." he gasped. "I can't control myself...I'm gonna come."

I kissed his smooth skin and smiled. "That's the whole idea, baby."

"Rachel?"

"It's okay," I assured him. I returned to worshipping him with my mouth, but I could see he was holding back.

I climbed up his body and got right in his face. "I want you to come, Paul. In fact...I demand it."

When I lowered my mouth again, his cock twitched. I gripped him, stroked him expertly and swirled my tongue around the head. I looked up to see Paul tensing up in anticipation of his release.

My mouth engulfed him again as his hips began to rock. "Just let go, Paul."

He pressed his head back against the pillows and curled his hands into fists. "I want you to scream my name, Paul. I want the whole reservation to hear you," I ordered before sucking as much of him into my mouth as I could.

My fingers and my lips brought him to climax and he did as I had instructed, calling my name over and over as he came. I wasn't an expert at swallowing but I did my best and hoped it felt good to him.

I was squeezing my thighs together at this point. Just hearing my name on his lips was nearly getting me there...almost. I used the towel underneath him to clean me and him as his body continued to shake.

I absolutely fucking adored his face in that moment. He looked like he was experiencing nothing but pure bliss. I shifted around to straddle one thigh and I bucked my hips once, enjoying the friction. That action alone brought him back to me as he raised his head slowly.

He strained forward trying to nip at my skin. I laughed at his effort and checked his wrists for damages. He had some red marks but the skin hadn't broken yet. "Do you give up yet? Want me to untie you?" I offered sweetly.

He clenched his jaw and shook his head. He lifted his thigh a little and smiled. "You're so wet...don't you wanna untie me and let take care of that?"

I shook my head. "I can do it myself." Paul scowled at that. I added, "Wanna watch?"

He furrowed his brow as I shifted around to lie back between his legs. I opened my thighs placing my feet on the outside of his knees. I looked up at him as I trailed my fingers up my legs, tiptoeing them to my wet core.

He gasped when I began circling my clit with my middle finger. I threw my head back as I bucked my hips and found my rhythm. I softly called out Paul's name as I slid a finger from my other hand deep inside my wetness.

I raised my head to see Paul struggling against my restraints and when I heard them rip and he dove between my legs, I gasped. He nipped at my fingers and his tongue took over.

I gripped the edges of the mattress and lifted my hips. I panted heavily, barely able to catch my breath. When Paul slid a finger into me, added another and pressed against my g-spot, I completely lost it. I squirmed under him as he licked me mercilessly.

My orgasm began with tingles in my toes, fire climbing my thighs, and when I clenched around his fingers, I tried to close my thighs. Paul wouldn't let up, he held my thighs apart and drank greedily as I gushed.

"Paul...please. Oh my...please..." I begged.

He finally released me and kissed his way up my body. I gasped for each and every breath, convinced that I would die of hyperventilation. Paul's sweet face calmed me as I pulled him close and kissed him. I could taste myself on him and I liked how I tasted.

I curled into his chest and purred. "That was so good."

Paul held me tightly and pressed his lips to the top of my head. I heard him inhale deeply as he murmured, "I love you, Rachel."