Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(101)

“I’ll never give up on us.” His promise ramped up my lust, my desire and ache for him became intensely clear. I wanted to immerse myself in his world and get lost, never to be found. “Don’t let the past come between our futures together.”

I nuzzled into the side of his neck. “But our pasts threaten us.”

“But I don’t want it to come between us,” he begged. “What we have here is special. I know you feel it too. Me and you have to be everlasting. Don’t let us break.”

“I won’t,” I promised, feeling strange because promising a controlled, domineering male that we wouldn’t break felt like his role. Yet he was asking me for reassurance.

“You know that for sure?” he continued. Whatever he was hiding seemed to be the reason for his hidden insecurity. He felt like his past would expose him, make me hate him, then leave him. That was the reason he was withholding. But this man was my life. Nothing he was hiding could ever make me leave.


Kissing his neck, I moaned against the wetness my lips left. “Yes. Because…” I braced myself for what I was about to say. Parks sensed the change in my demeanour. I’d even stopped moving. He drew his head back so his could see my face.

“Because?” he questioned.

I teared up as I stared into vivid green eyes that held me captive under their spell each and every time. “Because… I love you too. I love you so much it hurts.”

He drew in a sharp breath as my declaration filled his heart. His eyes burnt into mine, setting of sparks of adoration, the taste of hope, the feeling of love. “Oh, thank f*ck for that.” Did he ever doubt my feelings for him? He was crazy. “You have captivated me, Princess.”

“And you have seized me.” I copied one of his lines he’d said to me a while ago, fully and absolutely understanding those words.

“Is that why you love me?” he breathed, nipping my lip.

I grinned against the kiss. “It’s one of the reasons. I also love the way you love me.”

He gazed at me like no one has ever gazed at me before, his eyes lingering, always adoring. “That’s because every part of you is mine, Princess, and I will crush anyone who stands in my way. I need every single last drop from you. No going back.”

“I think I’ve found magnificence,” I gushed before kissing at his shoulder blade.

He pulled back, his stare heavy-lidded, his smile wide and delectable. “Magnificence? Is that another reason why you love me?”

A smile tugged at my lips. “I have so many reasons.”

“I’m sure you do,” he breathed before kissing every inch of my flustered face. “You’re so precious to me. I want to keep you wrapped up and hidden away from anything and everyone who could jeopardise what we have.”

I kissed his nose. “Nothing and no one will change the way I feel about you. When you found out about me, I thought I’d never see you again. But when you came back, you gave me a reason to find hope. Why would I ever leave you?”

His sigh was deep and meaningful. He had things on his mind. I could see the cogs working overtime. “It’s complicated, Princess.”

“Complicated is another reason why I love you.”

His laugh was joyous, then his eyes turned greedy, hot, and hungry as he suddenly pushed into me. My head fell back into the pillow. My legs crushing his waist. Parks pulled out his thick cock to the tip. It was deliciously wet and glistening with my moisture.

“Let’s stop talking so I can refresh your memory on how much you love me loving you.”

I gasped as he pushed into me, circling his hips. My mind fell into unconsciousness when he filled me, my toes digging into the bed, my fingernails holding on to his biceps. He filled me completely. The feeling was absolute rapture. Captivation. Perfection.

“I intend to devour the love of my life for the rest of the night,” he whispered in my ear. “Any objections?”

Oh he was perfect. So bloody perfect.

“None, your honour.”





Chapter

Thirty-One





Stretching out my arms when the sun beamed in from the windows the next morning, I forced my eyes awake. I lazily scanned the room until I saw the most handsome devil standing at the bottom of the bed, proving his ability to steal my breath away. A white polo shirt graced the muscles of his chest, stomach, and arms. His white shorts were tighter than they should have been around the tops of his firm thighs, almost showing me the outline of his manhood. His feet were pushed into white socks and trainers, and he was twirling a baseball cap in his hand. I gulped at the splendid sight, unusual, but splendid.

“We’re going to play tennis.” He grinned, cocking his head to one side. I looked down at what he was staring at and saw my exposed breasts. Bringing the sheets up to my chest, I covered them up, making Parks frown.

“Tennis?”

His nod was sexy. He knew I admired tennis, but not this early in the morning.

“We have a tennis court,” he went on, glancing out of the window. “Normally, Jasmine is my partner, but now you’re here, you can join me. Come on.” He clapped his hands for me to move, but as I shimmed across the bed, I got a visceral reminder of what he put my body through the night before. I winced as I struggled to kick my legs from the bed. “I’m sore.”