The One Night Stand's Proposal ©

Chapter 23: The penthouse

He subconsciously touched the small mark. "My brother," he said casually, taking a sip and putting his glass down on the coffee table before us.

"What?" I gasped, certainly not expecting that answer.

"Yeah, I went over and things didn't go as planned. We started to argue and one thing led to another. You should see his face," he grinned.

My mouth opened and closed in shock as I tried to process the information. "Why?" I couldn't help but ask, knowing it wasn't any of my business but I was quite curious.

He shuffled on the sofa and our gazes locked as he sighed. "Before my dad died, he made it clear that he wanted to be buried beside his parents in Clearlake and now those assholes want to bury him at some fancy cemetery and that's not what he wanted," he said. "I tried to be civil but things got out of hand and this is the result," he confessed.

"Wow, Ian; that's awful. What are you going to do?" I asked, understanding how hard it might have been for him.

"I don't know. It's not like he had it in writing or anything like that, but the thing that made me so angry is the fact that he provided for everyone all his life – no questions asked and the one time he wanted something – a dying wish at that – it's a problem," he shook his head and reached for his glass of wine where he downed a heavy portion.

"I'm sorry," I said as I reached out to squeeze his other hand. He looked at me and smiled, giving back mine a gentle squeeze.

"It's okay, I will figure something out or hopefully they'll come to their senses."

We continued to talk about his work, my work and basically every other thing. All the while I was trying not to meet his piercing gaze. There was just something about being alone with Ian that brought back all the memories of when we were together and how much I wanted him even now. His scent was intoxicating and I realized he wore the same fragrance he had worn back I Las Vegas. It was potent and doing all sorts of things to my body. But I was curious; why was I so attracted to him so soon after I ended a whole relationship, less than two weeks ago.

I cleared my throat and he eyed me with greater curiosity. "Everything alright?" he asked.

I managed a smile. "Yeah, um – could you show me to the bathroom please," I said.

He nodded. "Yeah sure, it's down the hall, second door on the right."

"Thanks." I got up and placed my glass on the table before I walked to the bathroom.

There I breathe a sigh and stared at myself through the huge wall mirror. I was clearly flustered and Ian could obviously see that. Who was I kidding; I wanted him. Even if it all back fired later on, my body was so in need of his touch. Was it too soon though? Should I just wait and see where this led before immersing myself into a whole relationship? I had once said I needed time to clear my head – to get over Blake but Ian had just fallen into my life and I couldn't resist. Even if I reduced what we had to just sex, there was no guarantee emotions wouldn't get involved. That wouldn't be a bad thing, would it? We were all adults; I knew what I was getting myself into with a man who had become famous overnight. I should be running for the hills, but my body wanted to stay. After one night with him, I had felt so alive; what harm would countless repeats do?

"Fuck Vanessa, you're spiraling," I said to myself as I licked my lips. I straightened my posture, gave myself one last look in the mirror and huffed out a breath.

I then walked back to the living room where Ian was in the kitchen pouring himself another glass. "Everything okay, princess?" he asked as he eyed me curiously.

I approached him and bit my lips, watching as his eyes explored my entire face. I swallowed. "I want you..." I said and watched as his face lit up. He smiled and reached for me but I backed away from his touch a little. "Wait... I don't know if a relationship will work – I can't promise you that I'll like whatever comes with the fame, but I like this..." I said as I pointed from me to him. "I like how I feel when I'm around you and I want to feel that for as long as possible..." I said, feeling my cheeks warm when I saw the smile on his face.

"So you want to use my body as long as you want?"

"I – I don- I.." stuttered.

He chuckled softly. "I'm messing with you. Listen, I understand you wanting to take it slow," he smiled. "But I can't promise that you won't fall in love with me throughout all this," he rose a challenging brow and I smiled.

"Yeah, don't get ahead of yourself now, Mr.," I said, humor laced in my tone.

Without another word, he pulled me towards him, met my gaze and descended his mouth to mine. I resisted the urge to swoon a soon as his soft lips met mine and he suckled on my lips like his life depended on it. There was no taking it slow – no gentleness; just hunger and passion and I kissed him back with the same force, savoring in the taste of his mouth and his tongue lapping with mine. He pulled me even closer, my body now pressed against the hard planes of his body. I hooked my hand behind his neck, raked my hand through his hair and felt as his kiss deepened to blinding passion.

I sucked in a breath and gasped when his mouth left my lips and went to my neck where he suckled and licked, teasing the sensitive spot and making me more delirious with lust. My neck arched to the ceiling and my heavy breaths echoed in the room as his hot tongue bathe the column of my sensitive neck. Heat seared through my body and settled between my legs, aching for him.

Desperate to feel him on me and inside me, I reached for his pants and rubbed the lump that had formed there. He moaned against me and hooked the hem of my blouse and pulled it over my head, welcoming my exposed breasts. He took a moment to admire; both of us breathing heavily, before he latched his mouth to mine again felt how needy I was for him. My body was burning up despite the air conditioned room and I knew only Ian could satiate the burning desire.

We quickly stripped our clothes off, now completely naked in his kitchen with him towering over me. Every inch of his body was beautiful – a true masterpiece and I couldn't wait to explore every inch.

"Gosh, you're beautiful," he exclaimed huskily, his eyes dark with lust and his hair messy from me running my fingers through it so much.

"I want you...now," I said in what sounded like a whisper and he smiled.

In the next instant, I was twisted around to face the counter, gasping when my body was pressed against the cool marble. It kinda took me by surprise but I quickly realized I liked it rough when he braced me against the surface and the coolness welcomed my skin. I gasped and bit down on my lips when he entered me from behind.