Chapter Thirty-Seven

As another two hours passed and Craig had sprawled himself across Ian's sofa, it began to get dark very quickly. Ian was very annoyed how Craig helped himself to anything and everything in his home. I didn't like it at all, it made me feel on edge and controlled. It was almost as if it wasn't Ian's house anymore, it was Craig's.

Craig and Ian's parents, Caroline and Peter, had spent hours on end having a deep conversation over a bottle of champagne which they were sprawling down their throats at the same times. I smirked every now and then when Peter started to slur when he spoke. It was very funny to see posh people drunk. Probably the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life. And I don't laugh very often. Ian was impressed at my content mood, by the way I laid back on one of the sofa chairs and giggled at his parent’s snide comments towards one another.

Even though we were all have a calm afternoon, Ian looked like he was in another world. He sat on the other sofa chair opposite mine. His arms laid limp on the arm rests, and his eyes met the floor. It looked deep in thought and it only made me wish I knew what I was thinking.

"We should...maaaake a m-mooove. It's got...late." Caroline slurred, her eyes slowly drooping. Peter was no better, as he wrapped his arms around her and started to dance. For a moment they looked like they were doing a waltz but that was soon changed when Caroline stumbled over her own feet. Peter laughed loudly and Craig groaned on the sofa as he rolled his eyes in humour.

"I should drive these two love nutters home." Craig grumbled, grabbing his can of beer from the coffee table and stood up from the sofa.

Ian nodded in agreement, "Yeah. That sounds like a good idea."

Craig escorted Caroline and Peter to the door, Caroline stumbling every few seconds. Ian shook his head and smirked.

"I'll see you later, Ian." Craig called, rattling his can of beer as he used his other arm to wrap around his Mother's waist, supporting her the whole way towards the front door. Peter laughed loudly from behind and waved back at me and Ian as he followed Craig out of the front door.

Once the door shut, me and Ian were left on our own. Together.

I sat on the comfy, sofa chair. Motionless. I didn't speak, I was too afraid to. Ian sat back in his chair, looking at me with hooded eyes. He looked like he was up to something, as if something peculiar was going on in his mind. He titled his head and gazed at me. His eyes showed a emotion I didn't recognise.

Until he spoke, "I'm not going to be gentle with you when we fuck."

I'm frozen...absolutely paralyzed in my seat. His eyes are staring deep into mine from across the room. I suddenly feel terrified, but not if him but of the strong passion floating in the air between us. "W-what?" I giggle nervously. He didn't just say that as bluntly as what I think he did.

"Come here." He orders in a firm voice.

"Why?" I question, pressing my thighs tightly together. Why do I feel so tingly down there...?

"Because I said so." He growls. Shit, he looks angry.

I hastily stand up and slowly walk over to him. My legs work so slow from beneath me that I almost feel as though I am being dragged across the room. My heart is yearning to be close to him, but my mind is telling m to run for the hills. Why does every moment we share have to be so...heated?

When I am no more but just a few centimetres away from him, his hand grabs the side of my hip and yanks me forward. I gasp and found myself being held between his legs. "Ian?" I say in a small voice.

He hums and grasps both my hips in his hands, pressing my body firmly against him. Due to our position, as he is sitting down and I am standing up, his face is at my stomach just below my breasts. Oh god...

Then he does exactly what I assume he is thinking of doing. I feel his hands glide from my hips, up my waist and graze up my breasts ever so slowly. I groan in anticipation. Jesus...

"You have no idea what you do to me, Alice." He whispers huskily, biting at my breast through the material of my t-shirt.

"Oh god...!" I gasp, fleeting my hands out and placing them on his forearms. I try my best to keep myself balanced.

His hand works its way to the hem of my shirt and pushes it over my head. I lift my arms, letting him pull it off. Once he flings it to the floor, I whip my hair a little to the side.

He hums, looking me up and down.

His fingers trail down the curve of my waist until the find the waist band of my jeans and begin tugging them down. I whimper agonizingly and quickly step out of them.

He chuckles and tosses them to the side with my shirt, "Eager little lady, aren't you?"

"Now, tell me, Alice." He says in a low voice. He slowly looks up at me, his hair wild and so incredibly sexy. "What do you find so fascinating about my brother?"

I blink, "Um. N-nothing."

He widens his eyes in surprise, "Oh, really. Is that why you were blushing so violently?"

I gulp in fright, looking down at my knotted fingers.

"I'll give you something to blush about." He says in a husky whisper.

When I look, he is unbuttoning his white shirt and peeling it off his body. I bite my lip as my eyes graze along his naked chest, defying and studying every and each one of his abs. His muscles on his arms and his broad chest. Oh my...

"Maybe we should do some exploring of our own." He suggests and stands up, his body now standing over mine. His eyes