A/N: I know I know, this is not a new chapter and you might be cursing me for this. But I want to tell you this. When I posted this story, it was meant to be a one-shot. But seeing the response I received from here and another site, I decided to expand it. So I had to plan it all again and work in it. That's what taking me so long to give you a new chapter. And my exams which will start in less than 20 days isn't helping either. So please bear with me for now.

This is the beta-d version of chapter 1. I'll try my best to give you an update soon.

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Thank you for the long discussions, the ideas and the suggestions, for answering every question even at odd hours and for putting in your hard work and hours of your precious time into this story . You have been my biggest support and my driving force . Thank you for everything 33

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Also, thank you to all those who urged me to write more after reading the original one-shot.

Summer was at its peak in La Push. The temperature was high, breaking all previous records.

Paul walked around his kitchen preparing an omelette for his late night meal. It was a long day; he just wanted to finish dinner and get some sleep.

Switching off the stove and looking for a plate, he turned and—suddenly caught off guard—took a step back. He always felt her, was always thinking about her. She was the only one who could ever surprise him with her presence.

There, just a few feet away from him, stood Lizzy Cameron. Jared's sister.

Paul's imprint.

"You have to stop sneaking up on me like that."

"Well, you were the one who taught me. I'm just trying to sharpen my skills." Her smile was dipped in caramel.

"What are you doing here? It's past eleven." Paul leaned against the counter, crossing his arms to keep them occupied, to keep from reaching for her. "Does anyone know where you are?"

"I came to see you. And no, nobody knows I am here. No one has to. I am old enough to take care of myself."

"Old enough? Huh, I can see that." He snorted, making her glare at him.

She stepped closer, openly ogling him.

"You don't look happy to see me." Her pouting lip begged to be captured between his teeth.

Paul chuckled internally. She had no idea how happy he was to see her, but he had been trying to keep his distance.

When he imprinted, she was just fourteen. Jared and his family flipped out. His reputation back then didn't help the matter, so Jared, being her big brother, and Billy, being the chief, made him promise he wouldn't touch her until she was eighteen.

She was seventeen now.

The sexual tension between them was so high that Paul had a hard time controlling himself around her.

The last few months, she acted really different—becoming bold, making no effort to hide her desire for him. So, Paul decided it was best to limit their time together until she turned eighteen.

"I am happy to see you, Liz. I just don't think you should be sneaking out. It's not safe."

"Don't! I get enough lectures about my safety from my dad and Jared. I don't need anymore of them; I'm not here for that." She took two more steps toward him and pointed at his boxer briefs. "Why are you wearing only these?"

"Because it's too hot for clothes. Why are you wearing a freaking coat?"

She batted her eyelashes and outstretched her arms.

"Help me out of it?"

Here she goes again.

He could tell something was fishy but chose to help her anyway.

Staring into her dark eyes, he slowly opened the ties of her coat and slipped it over her shoulders. Stepping back, his jaw dropped as the heavy fabric hit the floor.

"What the…" he breathed, raising an eyebrow. "I don't think you understand the position you're putting me in here..."

There she stood. His imprint.

In a simple, lacy camisole.

Nothing else.

It was long enough to cover up the essentials, but it was short enough to tease the hell out of him. Through the sheer material, he could see things he had only imagined.

Lizzy moved closer to him, invading his space. She could feel his breath on her face.

Her nerves were jumping, but she didn't let it show. She came here with a plan, and she would do everything to make it work.

Because she couldn't take it anymore.

She wanted Paul—real bad.

Slowly, she took his hands and placed them on her waist. Moving to his exposed torso, her fingers tap danced across his chest. Electricity hummed through her body; the air filling the gap between them vibrated on such a high frequency, it shimmered.

"Do you like it?" Her voice was nearly abandoned in her throat.

"I… umm…" Paul was lost. If she kept this up, he would break all his promises before the night was over.

"No?" She whispered, her finger circling his navel and trailing down farther.

Just as she grazed the waistband of his boxer briefs, he caught her wrist in an iron grip.

"What's gotten into you? Go home and sleep it off." He tried to be stern, reminding himself that he was the responsible adult in the room, that he had a promise to keep.

"No! You tell me! What's gotten into you? I've noticed how you've been avoiding me lately. I'm your imprint! Don't you want me?" Her eyes were ablaze.

Paul didn't call her his spitfire for nothing; she had pretty much earned that name.

"Sweetheart, it's not like that. I have a promise to keep."

"Promise—my ass. I don't care about any freaking promises, Paul. I want you." She clutched his arms tightly.

He was rigid—refusing to move—and it fueled her anger. She pushed him and turned to leave.

He reacted instantly. His arms encircling her waist, hugging her from behind and pulling her closer, he whispered in her ear. "You don't understand, little one."

Faster than he thought possible, she twisted in his embrace and captured his lower lip between her teeth, biting a little too hard.

"If you ever call me little again, I will bite your lip off," she murmured, making him chuckle.

"Little one doesn't mean you are a child. It just means you are little when compared to me," he explained.

"I'm not little anymore. Can't you see that? Or am I not old enough for you? Not attractive enough to light that fire in you? And I don't want to understand anything. I sneak out of my house at odd hours, right in front of my family. I come here, all dressed up for you, sneak in through the kitchen window—hurting my ankle—to offer you the best thing I have. And what do you do? You ask me to go home and sleep it off! You don't care enough to accept what I'm so willingly giving you. If you were one of the guys from my class,you would have worshipped me by now. Man up, Paul," she spat, breaking out of his hold.

Before she could gather her coat, Paul roughly spun her around and caught her lips with his. He kissed her hard—all teeth and tongue—the way they had kissed only a few times before.

Lifting her, he placed her on the dining table, and met her stare. Grabbing both her wrist, he pinned them above her head, and when he spoke, his voice was husky and rough and full of command.

"First of all, there is a lot of difference between the boys in your class and the man in front of you. Know that."

She nodded slowly. Her eyes housed a tiny amount of fear, but she was definitely enjoying this.

"Second. Never ask me to man up. I'm enough of a man. I promise you, you'll know that soon enough. Understand?"

Another nod from her.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, he did something he had never done before.

He pressed himself against her center, letting her feel him, making her ache for him.

Lizzy moaned, her back arching involuntarily.

Not yet finished making his point, Paul smirked and pulled back. He released her wrists and guided one of her hands down to press against him, making contact with the part of his body that hardened when her sheer lingerie was revealed.

She gasped as she realized what was happening.

"Do you feel that, baby? This is what you do to me. So never think I don't find you attractive. You have no idea what I want to do to you. But I have a promise to keep. And I will keep it."

Somehow finding her voice, Lizzy pleaded, "But I want you, Paul."

"Me too, baby. I have wanted you for so long. Don't worry. It's a matter of weeks now." He grinned, realizing the wait was almost over. "Don't make it more difficult for me, Liz."

He moved off her and helped her down from the table.

"When did you buy that thing?" Unable to hide his curiosity, he motioned toward the lacy lingerie.

Blushing, she quickly slipped on her coat.

"Umm... this is actually Leah's—not mine. I borrowed it! I told her it was too hot these days to wear my pajamas."

"Oh shit! Don't try to seduce me in Leah's clothes." Chuckling at her antics, he mused, "But, at least I know what to give you for your birthday now."

The anticipation brightened her eyes and parted her lips in an enticing smile. Making her way to the front door, she paused and turned—staring directly at her man.

"If you don't want girls jumping you, then don't roam around in those effing boxer briefs!"

Paul's laughter boomed.

"Tsk tsk, such a foul mouth," he teased.

"Yeah? Why don't you teach me a better way to use it?" She quirked her brow and waited for his reaction.

Groaning, he rested his forehead against the door frame.

"What am I going to do with you?" He wondered aloud.

"Can't wait to find out," she said, winking at him.

After watching her skip down the porch steps, he closed the door and made his way to the bathroom for a much needed cold shower.

A/N: Thank you for reading. I promise, I will try my best to post chapter 2 soon (within a week or so). And once I'm done with my exams, the updates will be frequent. Thank you for understanding :) And don't forget to check out the banners from my profile.

So...any thoughts about Paul and his spitfire ?

Chamsp.