Chapter 10: Ten.

In the end, Sammy had opted to have a quick shower instead of her bath, not feeling entirely right about leaving Daniel for too long to run after her. Though, she did crank the heat up and take the time to enjoy the way it loosened up her aching shoulders.

When she was done, she stepped out over the side of the bath, and dried off with a towel, bending over to towel dry her wet hair, so it lay damp on her shoulders when she was done.

She had to admit, she did feel a bit better afterwards, until she saw her mistake that is.

"Shit," Sammy cursed, while looking around pointlessly.

She was realising that upon her confusion about her feelings over Daniel's threat, she hadn't taken in any clean clothes with her.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it," she mumbled, annoyed at herself.

How the hell was she meant to face him in a just a towel. She was that naturally clumsy, she would probably flash him, no doubt by falling over with her legs splayed in the air, and her own breasts attempting to choke her, all while leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Maybe she should shave just in case, no.

No, Sammy did not need to encourage these ridiculous emotions. Maybe Tom was right, it had been a while. Was that her problem? But, even that thought didn't make sense, Tom was a sex addict himself, and would believe it had been too long even if it were only an hour.

Then Sammy scolded herself again, she should be panicking about the here and now, not Tom's overly active sex life. She glanced at her razor, contemplating at least a tidy up, just incase...

"Sammy are you alright?" Came Daniel's voice, along with a startling knock on the door, before she had decided on a remedy for her predicament.

"Yeah, I'm good," she replied, obviously flustered, as she wrapped the towel around her body as tightly as possible.

"Are you sure, you sounded upse..." Daniel's words froze on his tongue when the door opened.

Sammy stood awkwardly, as Daniel's eyes greedily raked over her body. The towel stopped halfway down her thighs, and wrapped itself snugly about her breasts. Her damp hair was splayed over her shoulders, and for some reason, when seeing Daniel's reaction Sammy had never felt so alive in her life.

"I forgot to take clothes in with me," she explained with a half shrug.

Daniel barely heard a word, he was breathing hard as he mentally contemplated all the ways he could remove her towel, and all the ways he could make her beg for his touch.

Sammy decided it was best just to get dressed, before things did escalate further and was attempting to slide past in the small gap between Daniel and the wall. Even her breath hitched when her body brushed against him, painfully aware of how much the towel threatened to open with each step she took.

She made it as far her closed bedroom door before he was on her. He spun her around so fast her back hit the door with a small thud. Sammy could feel Daniel's hands fisting the side of the towel at her waist, while his face plunged to her neck. His stubble was tickling her skin delightfully while he was inhaling her scent, and at this moment she found her body unwilling to move away.

He was like a man possessed, leaving not even a whisper of air between their bodies as he began trailing kisses along her neck, nibbling gently on her collar bone as her body shuddered involuntarily at his actions.

Sammy was closed off, lost in a cloud of euphoria, she could feel her own arousal rising, as well as his pressed against her, and the result was her body feeling like it was on fire.

Suddenly he pulled away from her collar, looking deep into her eyes. His hand let go of the towel at her waist and began to skim higher, never breaking contact with her body as he brushed over her breast, up her collar and onto her neck, his thumb brushing along her jawline and glancing off her bottom lip.

"I'm going to kiss you now," his husky voice stated.

Sammy swallowed hard, biting her bottom lip, she hated being challenged or told what to do, but this, Daniel's non question was completely okay with her.

And, it definitely was not a question.

His other hand followed the first till he was holding her head in place, his thumb pulling Sammy's lip out from between her teeth, as he began to lean in.

Sammy was aware now that her towel had loosened, and Daniel's body was now the only thing holding it up. Her hands found their way to his upper arms to steady herself as his lips finally finished their descent and made contact with her own.

He was gentle at first, like he was savouring every moment, every taste, every feeling and every smell. Committing every part of her to his memory.

But, his gentleness didn't last.

It didn't take long till Sammy was hard pressed between Daniel's hardened body and the door, her body yielding to him, as his tongue entered her mouth. She met him stroke for stroke, whimpering in delight as her hands made their way into his thick hair, tugging on it in ecstasy as they became lost in the taste of one another.

His own hands had began wandering again; this time heading downwards, as they set her alight by skimming a trail down her body towards her thighs.

The truth was, Daniel didn't know where to touch. He wanted all of her at once, and as such his hands refused to rest in just one place.

Sammy's breaths were completely ragged, when at last she pulled away. There was a strange smell tickling her nose that was out of place.

Daniel was unfazed however and returned to kissing her neck, causing her legs to get weaker and weaker.

Smoke.

That was the smell, she realised.

"Shit, Daniel, stop," she stated, banging uselessly on his shoulders.

But the only response she got, was to be held tighter, as he let out a small growl.

"Daniel, stop! Something's burning!" She tried again, sounding more frantic.

"What?" Daniel asked confused and more than a little annoyed at the interruption.

"Something is burning!" She cried out.

"Fuck!" Daniel swore spinning and rushing to the stove, where the omelette he was making had now become a permanent part of the pan.

He turned the gas off quickly and turned around, just in time to see Sammy's bedroom door click shut.