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Chapter 23

Thankfully, Jason had taken Paul's and my reunion much better than I thought he would. Everyone had left not long after dinner and just like Paul said Leah and Jason went to a movie in Port Angeles and given that they were going to a late show, Jason probably wouldn't be home until very late. I was finishing up the dishes by hand since the dishwasher washer was full and running when hot hands were suddenly on my hips and I was pulled back against a familiar body. I giggled as he leaned down and nuzzled his nose against my neck and kissed me behind my ear.

"I'm trying to do the dishes," I said rather breathlessly as his right hand moved up my side slightly and pushed my t-shirt up and out of the way so his hand rested on my skin just above the waistband of my jeans. "How did you get in here anyway?"

"Jason didn't lock the door when he left," Paul whispered before he kissed my neck again, which made me shiver and drop the plate into the filled sink with a splash. I got some of the dishwater on my shirt but I didn't really care at that moment. My attention was solely on Paul's lips as the moved along the curve of my neck from my shoulder back up to behind my ear. Ever since our little session outside it was like my body was tuned to everything Paul, and it was responding to every touch and kiss ten times stronger than it normally would have.

"He just left like ten minutes ago and you're already here?" I asked and he chuckled against my skin sending shivers down my spine.

"I was waiting, and don't worry, I locked the door already," he said softly, his breath dancing down the path his lips had just taken.

"Oh," was all I could manage as he nipped at my ear and tightened his hold on my left hip. His right hand started to dance across the skin of my stomach and I suddenly felt self conscious. He was dangerously close to touching the scars on my stomach and I quickly stopped his hand by covering it with my own. "Paul, I really need to finish the dishes," I said, my voice shaking a bit as I tried to get my head together. He sighed against my skin before he raised his head from my neck and placed a kiss on the side of my head.

"How much do you have left?" he asked, his voice muffled by my hair as he had rested his forehead against my head.

"Not much," I said. "I should only be about another fifteen minutes." I lowered my hand from his and he sighed again as he slid his hands from hips and stood to his full height behind me. I turned slightly as I looked up at him with a small smile. "I'm sure the TV can keep you busy until I'm done." He grinned as he shook his head.

"I've got something else to keep me busy," he said before he leaned into me and kissed me softly. "I think you'll like it." With that he walked out of the kitchen and I frowned as I watched him go before I turned around and returned to washing the dishes. I listened carefully, but I didn't hear a sound aside from the splashing of the water in the sink and the clinking of the dishes.

When I was done, I drained the sink and dried my hands before I pumped some lotion onto my hands and made my way into the living room rubbing the lotion into my slightly pruning skin. I turned off the light in the kitchen as I went and stopped short when I was surrounded in total darkness since the sun had gone down ages ago. The lights in the living room were off as well and the only light shining in the house was from my open bedroom door down the short hall. I took a deep breath and stuck my hands into the back pockets of my jeans and started to make my way towards the hall. I stopped outside my bedroom door and looked in only to laugh quietly as I took my hands out of my pockets.

"What's all this?" I asked as I stepped into the room and saw that Paul had turned down the bed and he had brought a few candles that he had lined up on my dresser and lit. Soft music that I knew Paul would never listen to in a million years was playing from the mp3 player he had set up on my dresser with the candles, and he had changed from his t-shirt and into a black wife beater shirt that fit him practically like a second skin. It was unfair just how beautiful he was and that genetic perfection of a man was mine. I was starting to feel a little light headed and he wasn't even close to me yet.

"I promised special, remember?" he asked with a crooked smile on his face before he walked around the bed and over to where I stood. Of course I remembered. I remembered what he said on the Fourth of July, how he wanted our moment together to be special. It was sort of hard to forget that day.

"I remember," I said softly and he held out his right hand to me. I smiled as I placed my left hand into his right and he gently pulled me completely into my room before closing the door behind me. He brought our joined hands to rest on his chest while his left hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me close to him before we started to sway to the smooth jazz that filled the room. "I didn't think you were jazz man," I said softly to break the silence that settled around us as we danced and stared at each other.

"I'm not really, but Jared suggested it," he said and I raised my eyebrows at his words.

"You talked to Jared about tonight?" I asked as I stopped swaying my body with his and Paul's posture stiffened.

"Sort of," he said.

"Care to elaborate on that?" I asked and he sighed.

"Before you, I'd been with two girls," he said, his face flushing lightly with his confession. I was surprised that he had only been with two girls, for some reason I was expecting more but relieved that there hadn't been. "Neither one was special, neither one was like you, and I wanted to make sure that I showed you that. So, I needed a few pointers and I'm not too proud to admit that, but if you tell anyone, I'll deny it until I'm dead and gone. Jared's the only one that I talked to and he knows better than to tell anyone." I laughed then and shook my head. He was trying way too hard and it was adorable. I pulled away from him and walked over to my dresser. I turned off the music and blew out the candles before I turned back around to look at him, only to find him looking at me with a frown on his face.

"I don't need music or candles to make tonight special, Paul," I said softly as I walked back over to where he stood and raised my hands to rest on his chest. "All I need is you. Not the guy you think you need to be." He smiled and brought his left hand to my hair before he pulled my auburn locks free of the hair tie I had secured my hair back with. He was always doing that, but I didn't mind because his fingers always felt like heaven as they ran through my hair.

"Good, because that music was starting to get on my nerves," he said and I laughed before he silenced my laughter with a kiss. My right hand slid into his short hair while my left slid over his shoulder and onto his upper back while he bent slightly and hoisted me up by grabbing the back of my thighs. He lifted me easily and my legs went around his waist as he walked the very small distance to my bed. He climbed onto the bed, resting on his knees, before he gently laid me back on the bed. Through all this our kiss never broke and I unwrapped my legs from around his waist and settled my bare feet on the bed with my knees bent and Paul's frame settled between them. His hands slid up my legs and to my hips before he pulled his lips from mine and raised back slightly so he was looking down at me. "Are you sure about this, Harper?" he asked.

"What?" I asked confused as I slowly came out of the fog my brain was lost in. He chuckled, I assumed at my expression, as his right hand left my hip to push my hair from my face.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he asked, his face sobering, and I understood his meaning. "I feel like I just assumed that-," he didn't get to finish because I raised my head up to his and kissed him briefly while my hands moved to his cheeks. I pulled back and smiled at him.

"You didn't assume anything," I said softly, "and if tonight is anything like that day at the beach, then I'm more than ready." I laughed lightly and he grinned as I slid my hands from his face and down his neck to rest on his shoulders. "Now, are you going to kiss me or what?" He laughed then as he leaned down and captured my lips with his.

Soon, his lips left mine and trailed along my jaw and neck. I turned my head slightly so he had better access, closed my eyes, and sighed quietly when his hands slowly started to push my t-shirt up. I took a deep breath when he pushed my shirt up over my breasts and I opened my eyes as he lifted his lips from my neck. Our eyes locked and I smiled at him before I rose up slightly and helped him out by pulling the shirt from my body. My hair fanned out around my head as I settled back down against the sheets and rested my arms at my sides while his arms set up a frame around me and he looked down at me. I was glad I had put on one of my prettier bras that morning. It wasn't lace or anything, but the white cotton was littered with small pink polka dots.

"You are so beautiful, Harper," he said while his eyes roamed my exposed skin and ample chest before settling back on my face.

"Even with these?" I asked as my right hand moved to my stomach and over the scars that rested there. Even without the scars, my body was far from perfect. I knew I wasn't fat, but I wasn't going to be working for Victoria's Secret anytime soon. However, Paul had told me once that he was glad I wasn't wafer thin. He said he liked having something to hold on to and that he didn't worry so much about hurting me because I didn't look like I was going to break

"Even with those," he said as he brought his left hand over mine and gently pulled my hand away from my stomach. My breath caught as he slowly moved down my body and settled his lips over one of the scars that rested just above my belly button.

I watched as he kissed the other three before he started kissing his way up my stomach. My chest was rising and falling heavily as my breath came in slow pants, and my skin felt like was on fire as he placed a kiss in the valley between my breasts. My head lulled back against the bed and my back arched against his lips when his right hand pushed away the fabric that covered my left breast and he took the soft peak into his mouth. I whimpered as my right hand moved to the back of his head and held him to me. Through the haze I could feel his left hand working the clasps of my bra loose from my back and when the fabric loosened around me, I knew he had succeeded.

He raised his head then and I opened my eyes in time to see him lick his lips and smile as he pulled my bra from my body and tossed it in the general direction of where I had tossed my shirt. He gave the same treatment to my right breast that he had the left before brought his right hand to my face and pulled my head up to meet his lips in a heated kiss. I sat up then, still engaged in the kiss with Paul, and he settled back on his knees. My hands moved to the hem of his shirt and I started pulling on the dark material. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine as our heavy breaths mingled together. I pushed his shirt up from his stomach, our eyes locked and he pulled away from me, lowering his hand from my face while I pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor.

"And you call me beautiful," I said as I ran my hands across his chest and down his stomach. "You're perfect," I whispered as I leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his chest. I felt his muscles tremble under my lips and fingers as he took in a shaky breath before he took a fistful of my hair and slammed his lips down to mine.

The next few minutes after that sort of blurred together, but it wasn't long before I found myself settled against the pillows of my bed and Paul's hands undoing the button and zipper of my jeans as he kissed my stomach. I always thought I would feel nervous when I was with Paul on a level that I never imagined ever being able to reach before I met him; but I wasn't. I wasn't nervous and I wasn't scared, I was just excited. I watched him from where he laid me down as he pulled my jeans from my hips and slowly exposed my bare legs to his eyes, his hands caressing my legs as he did so.

I didn't know what it was about them, but he loved my legs and once he had freed them from the confines of my jeans, he kissed his way back up them. My heart felt like it was in my throat as he breathed against my panty covered center and then kissed my belly button before he continued up my body and pressed his lips to mine. The roughness of the denim of his jeans against my skin sent shivers through my body that he easily felt because he smiled against my lips. My right hand was in his hair while my left rested on his chest. His left hand supported his weight above me by resting against the mattress at my side and it wasn't until I felt the waistband of my panties lift from my skin that I realized where his right hand was.

I gasped and broke the kiss when I felt his fingers touch my center and gently run across the dampened folds of sensitive flesh. My eyes locked with his as the familiar shock wave rippled through my stomach and caused hips to shiver against his touch. My right hand left his hair and gripped onto the strong bicep of his left arm while my left gripped his right shoulder for dear life.

"Paul," I panted before I bit my lower lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. However, I failed in my attempts when I felt one of his fingers slip inside of me. "Ah!" I exclaimed as my hips automatically rose up and moved against his hand while my head and back arched back against the pillows. Paul's hand continued to move against my grinding hips and as he kissed my neck I felt another finger join the first in its journey. I could feel myself start to sweat as my breathing became more labored and just when I felt myself on the brink of the blinding light that had consumed me at the beach, Paul's talented fingers left me and I whimpered as I raised my head and looked up at his smiling face.

"Not yet baby," he whispered before he kissed me chastely and I groaned against his lips before I brought my hands to the sides of his face and deepened the kiss.

"I want to touch you," I said softly against his lips when I broke the kiss and he pulled his head back just enough so he could look down at me but not be too far from my lips.

"Huh?" he asked and I smiled as I lowered my hand from his face and slid them down to his chest.

"I want to touch you," I repeated.

"You are touching me," he said and I rolled my eyes.

"Paul, I want to touch you," I said firmly as my right hand dance across his stomach and grabbed his belt buckle.

"Oh," he whispered and I smiled.

"It's only fair since you've touched me," I reasoned and I watched him swallow hard as I ran my finger along his skin just above the waist of his jeans. "However, you have to show me what to do so I know."

"Damn," Paul groaned out before he closed his eyes tightly and took a slow deep breath.

"Did I say something wrong?" I asked worried and he opened his eyes and shook his head as his dark orbs met my much lighter ones. What I saw in his dark eyes made me swallow hard because they were much darker than usual and the lust at that moment shined much brighter than the love in his eyes.

"No, you didn't say anything wrong," he said before he kissed me softly and removed himself from the bed. I sat up, not bothering to cover myself since I truly had nothing to be ashamed of with him.

His eyes were fixed on my face as he unbuckled his belt and jeans. In one swift movement he pulled both his jeans and boxers from his body and my eyes instantly moved to his newly exposed flesh and I couldn't stop the gasp from escaping my lips at the sight. Paul was definitely a well proportioned man. Nothing was small when it came to him. He climbed back onto the bed, but sat down on the bed next to me. Our eyes met once again and he carefully took my hand into his. His eyes were questioning, but I just smiled and nodded my head before I looked down at our hands and watched as he wrapped my hand around his member. He applied a little pressure to my hand that I mimicked as he guided my hand back and forth across the hardening velvet flesh.

"Let go," I whispered and he moved his hand away from mine, allowing me to touch him on my own. His breathing was heavy and shaky, so, I looked at him to make sure I wasn't hurting him; however, his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed as he breathed in and out heavily through his mouth. I realized then that I wasn't hurting him in the least. I returned my eyes to my hand and when I slid my hand back down to the base, my curiosity got the better of me. I slid my hand around his member and gently touched his sack, but before I could explore any more he grasped my wrist and pushed me down so I was lying back down on the bed.

"Stop," he said tightly and I looked up at him with wide eyes. "I can't take it anymore," he explained before he kissed me. Before I could return the kiss, he pulled away from me and had started to climb off the bed once more.

As he did so, he grabbed the sides of my panties and took off the only remaining item of clothing either of us was wearing. He stood from the bed then, tossing my panties onto the floor and I remained where I laid, suddenly too anxious to move. I simply watched as he picked up a small foil package from my nightstand and ripped it open. Just watching him slide the condom on made my center tingle and a dampness settle there. He climbed back onto the bed and my legs instantly opened for him and as he settled himself there he leaned down and kissed me softly. A sudden thought rushed through my mind as we kissed and the nervousness I had yet to experience hit me like a ton of bricks.

"It hurt a lot when . . .," I said, unable to get the words completely out, when he pulled his lips from mine and judging by the look he was giving me he understood what I wasn't able to say.

"It might hurt a little," he said softly as he pushed my hair from my face, "but I promise it won't feel anything like that."

"I know," I said quickly. "It's just . . . I wasn't nervous until now."

"I can stop," he said and I grabbed his face.

"You do and I'll kill you," I said. He laughed and the nervousness was gone just as quickly as it had come.

"All right," he said and I smiled at him before I brought his lips back to mine in a sweet kiss. While we kissed, I felt him against me and as he slowly slid himself into me I broke the kiss and buried my face in his neck while my hands moved down to his arms and gripped them tightly. "It's okay, Harper," he said softly into my hair and I let out a shaky breath as I lifted my head from his neck and looked up into his eyes. My right hand moved to his face as he shifted himself slightly and sent a shock wave through me.

"Show me how it's supposed to be," I whispered. "Make love to me, Paul." He leaned down and captured my lips with his before he slowly started to move his hips against mine. It hurt for a second, but not for long and soon my hips were moving with his, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Paul!" I screamed as waves of pleasure rippled through me and I felt my inner muscles clench him tightly as he stilled his movement against me. I couldn't breathe and he placed a kiss in the hollow of my throat, which seemed to wake up my lungs as I took a deep gasping breath.

"That's it, baby," he said roughly before he started moving again. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I smiled at the satisfied smirk I saw on his lips and he leaned down and kissed me before he moved his face the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, lacing my fingers together, as he picked up the pace and I could feel the sensation building in my stomach again. My legs wrapped around his waist, seemingly creating a whole new angle as his body pounded into mine. "Fuck," he muttered before he started kissing, nipping, and licking at my neck. White light erupted behind my eyes and I screamed again as he grunted and moaned into my neck while I felt him jerk repeatedly inside me.

With both slowly came back to Earth, panting and sweat covered, and neither of us made any attempt to dislodge or move away from the other. He raised his head and kissed me deeply. My right hand moved into his hair while my left remained splayed against his back as he kissed me. He broke the kiss and I opened my eyes to look at him just as he opened his eyes and I smiled at him. He smiled back and wiped at the sweat on my forehead and the hair that stuck there.

"Are you okay?" he asked me softly and I nodded.

"Yeah," I said just as softly through my smile. "You?"

"Perfect," he said in return.

"That was . . . amazing," I said and his smile morphed into a grin.

"It was, and we'll be able to do that again," he said and I blushed.

"True, but not tonight. Jason will be home in a little while," I said and he sighed, his grin slipping.

"Right, not again tonight," he agreed. "I can wait," he added and I smiled before he kissed me gently. While he kissed me he pulled himself from me and broke the kiss as he rolled away from me only to pull me close to him once he was settled. "I'm going to go and wash up and then I'm going to start a bath for you. I want you to soak for awhile while I clean up your room and change your sheets."

"Okay," I said softly and he kissed me chastely as he climbed from the bed, gathered his clothes, and left the room. I smiled before I pulled the sheet up over my body and wrapped my arms around my pillow as I laid there waiting for Paul to let me know when the bath was ready. It had been even better than I imagined it was going to be. I didn't regret it, and not one second of it would I ever forget.