The elevator ride was quiet, his eyes seemed to dart around the small place each time the level rose but he didn't say anything so Samantha didn't pry.
"I'm going to apologize in advance for the mess, I'm still in the moving in process so it's not messy so much as boxes everywhere left to be unpacked and what is unpacked is cluttered because I haven't decided where to put it all yet." She smiled leading him out the elevator and though the hallway towards her apartment. "I can make you a nice hot drink if you like, warm you up a bit." She adds unlocking the door of her apartment.
"Thank-you" he said placing her bag on the kitchen counter while looking around her apartment.
"I'll get you a towel." she said unloading her bags in the same place and leaving him in the kitchen to retrieve some towels. "I really appreciate your help by the way, it's very kind. Lleyton said your name was Tom yeah?" she called but got no reply, so she grabbed the towels and found him looking out the window of her lounge room watching the rain.
Now, staring at strange men who were sweet to you when they start stripping in your apartment isn't the best idea but when they're wearing a beautiful shade of emerald shirt and it's damp enough to stick to all the right places you can't really resist.
"Here's a towel." she handed it to him receiving a stunning smile in return, "Do you want a hot drink?"
"Thank-you." She left his side once more to boil the kettle, when he approached her.
"Where is your towel?" He asked looking at her damp hair and at the water droplets running down her jacket. "Oh, I'll change soon; I just want to make sure you don't get sick because of me."
They were standing less than a foot apart.
"Please Samantha, I am not that wet. You are much wetter than I am, and I would feel much better if you would practice some self preservation instead of worrying over me alone."
His eyes were set on hers, a deep penetrative stare that made it seem like he could read her mind. She stared at him, trying to read him too. He could be married, or gay for all she knew, she bet on the latter, the sweet guys are always the ones who know what guys are like first hand. Plus he was just here being sweet and all the times they'd met that's all he did, and then she'd spend hours thinking about him, thoughts turning into dreams... the dreams got interesting after a few lonely night. 'Nope, don't think about them with him staring at you Sam' she thought a soft blush creeping up her neck.
"Samantha" he said breaking her out of her reverie, "I really insist on you taking a towel at least. I did say that I wanted to make sure you were warmed up properly did I not?"
He closed the gap between them wrapping a towel around her shoulders before stepping back. Several moments past their eyes still connected, him standing opposite her position of leaning against the boiling kettle.
"I really must insist that you change Samantha." He said moving towards her again stopping when they were just inches apart, "Or," he began speaking again with a glint in his eyes, "I may have to take matters into my own hands and warm you up in a much less conventional way." he tilted his head slightly still staring deep into her eyes, "Although I can assure you it would be much more enjoyable.
At his last words Sams eyes dropped to his mouth as he ever so slightly licked his lips. The silence was broken by a beep from the kettle announcing that the water had boiled yet neither of them moved.
"Uh, did you want some tea? Coffee? Hot Chocolate with little marshmallows?" the words flew from her mouth quickly, the part of her brain that didn't turn into a blushing school girl around him, acted on her behalf.
"Tea please" was all he replied, and she nodded and yet still neither of them moved.
Several more moments passed before she realized that she had been staring at his mouth since he had licked his lips, and a slightly embarrassed flush rose up her neck.
"Close your mouth or I may have to put something in it." He spoke at a softer volume this time, his voice darker and a smile rose to his mouth as her flush darkened and she pulled her eyes away from him and closed her mouth that she didn't realize had been hanging open slightly.
"I'm going to go and get changed."
"Good, now where are the mugs?"
She left him in the kitchen and retreated to her bedroom shutting the door behind her and standing against it trying to regain some composure.
She didn't normally get like this around guys, if they flirted and she liked them then she went with it and gave as good as she got, but she hasn't had a reaction like this in a long while. She was getting all flustered and hot, sure the nights where he filled her mind there may have been a few not so innocent dreams but they weren't explicit, and she was always confident in the dreams, not a blushing school girl infatuated with him.
She got dressed quickly, shedding her wet clothes and changing into a grey printed shirt and matching shorts, the heat was kicking in in her apartment now and it was starting to warm up nicely plus she loved snuggling up with tons of quilts when she went to bed.
She also began to towel dry her hair before walking out the door to face him once more.
He was sitting at her kitchen bench on a stool drinking a mug of tea, he turned around to face her before she could say anything and a cheeky smile rose to his face reading the words written on her shirt.
"I like your shirt" he said taking another swig of tea, "I didn't know what you wanted so I couldn't make you anything sorry."
"That's okay" she said walking back the kitchen still drying her hair, "It's a bit warmer in here now so I hope your clothes aren't too wet."
"Oh I'm fine Samantha, this nice cup of tea is warming me up nicely, plus I have a lovely view to keep me entertained."
She turned around in surprise half way though making her hot chocolate and he smiled a wicked smile and gestured to the open curtained window displaying the rain that had since progressed to a storm outside.
"Although those shorts are also very lovely" he added making the flush return to her neck as he added a little wink.
She turned back to her hot chocolate and added some marshmallows to finish it off before placing it in the microwave just to speed up the melting process.
"So tell me about the man you were complaining of the night we met?"
"Oh he's just my ex, he was never really the greatest boyfriend but he had a motorbike and he had this whole bad boy persona which is kind of my weakness."
"I can see that by your shirt" he said eyeing it again before reading it, "Good Girls Like Bad Boys, huh?"
She laughed, it felt like an easy dynamic between them which just flowed, "It was a gift from Lleyton as well actually."
"Yes your bartender friend."
"Yeah, anyway I was thinking about what you said and you left before I did so how did Lleyton give you my number?"
He grinned, "My brother and his lover had finished there dinner and were having dessert on the floor of Janes kitchen, I had to drink more just to get the image from my minds eye."
"Do they spend a lot of time apart or do they just really enjoy each others company?"
"They met and fell in love as they say and then my brother had to leave her side for several years so they say that they are making up for lost time."
"Aw that's quite nice" she smiled, "well except for the kitchen part, that's quite unhygienic."
He smiled drinking more tea.
"So why did you move home?"
"You might have seen it on the news but about a month ago there was an explosion at the building over the road, a gas leak or something and my apartment got pretty torn apart, but I was rescued along with about six others and I woke up in hospital and I had an government agent tell me that the government or the FBI or someone was going to pay for my new place and to set me up everything like that which was great."
He nodded not seeming surprised at the news, although his tone was light when he continued "Did you recover from your injuries well?"
"Oh yeah, I just had some cuts and bruises and I was out a few days later after I had a bunch of people come and check up on me."
"That's good."
She smiling drinking the last of her hot chocolate as a silence crept around them, she was trying to keep her eyes away from his which she knew were watching her, she didn't need to stare at him anymore tonight.
"Do I make you nervous Samantha?"
"No, not really, your just not like many guys I meet, I don't know what it is about you."
He chuckled, "it's sweet."
"My ex used to say that I-" she stopped herself, why did she keep bringing him up, this guy was way more her type than Cruz was, anyway what's with the name Cruz anyway? "I'm sorry, I should stop bringing him up shouldn't I?"
"He was but a boy unable or unwilling to give your body the worshiping it deserves."
"See I go on rambling but at least I'm talking and then you say something like that." and there goes her confidence and the blush has returned and that dirty side of her mind is pushing forwards again.
"Would you like me to show you what I believe it is that you deserve from your lovers?"
"Well most guys talk a good game, they just don't pull though in the end." She smirked noting the playful glint in his eyes.
He quirked his eyebrow at her, "you think I'm bluffing?" He leant closer to her body, his eyes becoming darker.
"Actually no, I think you would pull though."
"Let me tell you what I could do to your body."
She didn't answer just staring at his mouth again.
He stepped towards her closing the gap between them, "I could kiss you till your breaths rip ragged from your chest" he lent down to her neck laying a soft kiss that made her shiver. His kisses moved upwards until he reached her ear, his breath coming out rougher, "I could touch you until your back bends into the most delicious arch" His fingers ran the softest line down her back making her stand straighter from her spot leaning against the kitchen bench. "I could ravish every inch of your body until I satisfied your most carnal desires."
He moved again, now he stood in front of her and he was looking straight into her eyes, his face in front of hers, his green eyes gone a shade darker, but they were still teasing her, that's when she decided to take things into her own hands.
"I could-" he began to speak again after very purposely licking his lips, but she cut him off by lunging at him her lips catching his in a kiss. He kissed her back almost instantly, a smirk crossing his lips and a soft chuckle getting muffled in there mouths, he pressed her against the bench his hands squeezing her hips tighter.
"That was rude Samantha, I was talking." He said ducking down to kiss her neck and let her breathe, his voice coming out surprisingly steady despite there kissing.
"That's my point, all talk no action." She whispered daring him.
His eyes showed lust but his expression was telling her he was up for the challenge. He lent forward closing the gap between their lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss his body pressing her against the counter firmer. His hands gripped her hips as he deemed the kiss there teeth clashing together as he ground his hips onto hers. He pulled away from her and whispered into her ear before reattaching their lips, "I may be a gentleman, but that doesn't mean I won't spank you."