Stevie shimmied back into her dress and Tom zipped her up, both of them hurrying back to the car. They tried to make dinner quick, unable to keep their eyes and hands off each other. Stevie scooted closer to Tom in the curved booth tucked into the corner of the tiny Mexican restaurant as she gulped her margarita.

"Slow down, or I'm going to feel bad about taking advantage of you later" Tom joked and she giggled.

"Then I give my consent now." Stevie finished her drink and lazily ran her hand up and down his thigh, her fingernails scratching lightly at the fabric of his jeans.

"You know, you make it really hard to date you."

"Why, because I'm impossible?" she asked and he chuckled.

"No, just impossibly beautiful, impossibly sexy...it's taking everything in me not to throw you over my shoulder and take you back to my house."

"Then why don't you?"

"You've barely touched your food."

"Feed me later. Let's go." She pulled herself out of the booth and held out her hand. "Coming?"

"God, you're gorgeous." He smiled broadly, leaping up from his seat and taking her hand. He gave the man the money for the bill quickly and she couldn't hold still, antsy and waiting to leave. "Just keep the change."

"How much of a tip was that? Jesus!" Stevie giggled again, getting into the car.

"I don't know, almost a hundred bucks. But he was taking too long and I had a feeling neither of us wanted to wait." She shook her head, placing a hand on his leg as she bit her lip. "You're going to be the death of me."

He drove quickly, parking in the drive. He reached into the backseat to grab her bag and she stopped him. "Later. Just take me upstairs." He got out and went around to her side of the car, opening the door for her. He held her hand as she got out and as promised, he heaved her over his shoulder. She giggled, growing breathless. "Tom...Tommy, put me down!"

"Not until you're beggin for mercy!" he replied and she continued to giggle. He slammed the door and locked it, putting her down long enough to unzip her dress once again. "We should have skipped dinner and stayed naked." He kissed her passionately.

"Mmhmm." Tom guided her legs around his waist, supporting her body as they kissed and groped, going up the stairs again.

~~

Those luxurious hours spend in bed were the most healing and refreshing moments of their lives. Getting up the next morning, they knew they both had to be in the studio. Tom went out to get her bag and Stevie happily went about choosing an outfit and showering. She kissed his cheek and hurried into the bathroom, leaving Tom smiling like s fool in the bedroom. He went to the closet to pick out his clothes, waiting to jump in the shower himself. He heard the shower going and the shapely silhouette in the frosted glass. A mischievous smile crossed his lips and he stripped off his pajamas. He quietly made his way into the bathroom and slid the door open. She was humming one of his songs as he slipped his arms around her waist. She turned around, startled at first then giggling.

"You scared me to death!"

"I'm sorry, but I would never hurt you...I just can't resist you."

"I can't resist you either. That's why I was trying to shower alone. We have places to go."

"Yeah, and people to see bt the only person I want to see is you and the only place so want to go is back to bed." He kissed her, pushing her against the wall of the shower stall. Her body melted into his as he kissed her neck, nibbling her ear lobe.

"No fair, Tom!" she whined and he chuckled.

"It is, too. I have the knowledge that a beautiful, sexy, perfect woman is naked in my shower just feet away from me. How is that fair to me?"

"You can have me later. I don't want us to burn out."

"I will never get tired of making love to you, Stevie. I can promise you that."

"I don't want to run the risk." Tom pulled back, shaking his head.

"You are something else!"

"Is that a good thing?"

"A very good thing." He kissed her one last time before opening the shower door. "I'll give you some space."

"You're already here, just stay."

"I don't want to get in trouble."

"Then be good." Stevie told him with a smirk.

"Yeah, I don't think I can do that."

"Can you try, for me?" Tom looked down into her dark brown eyes and he smiled.

"I will try but I can't promise anything."

Remarkably, Tom only kissed her a handful of times and didn't linger on any of the body parts he volunteered to wash. She was proud of him, considering their relationship was mostly physical. True, they had talked a lot recently and had started to get to know each other much better. Tom was falling hard for Stevie but was afraid to ask her, her true feelings. He knew that eventually Jimmy would come back in the picture and then what? She broke up with him, she was done but if he knew anything about Jimmy, it was far from over. That man made a career thus far on getting exactly what he wanted, from everyone. He wouldn't be the type to back down. Stevie stood at the vanity and towel dried her hair. As Tom watched her doing such a simple, mundane task, he clenched his jar. Jimmy didn't deserve her. He wanted their interaction and Jimmy was jealous and possessive. Tom trusted Stevie, he knew he could. The thought of Stevie feeling bullied into going back with a man like that, made his blood boils For her, Tom would be willing to fight.