Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(18)

“Can I join you?”

I jumped again from his intrusion and made it known that time. “Shit. Would you stop doing that?” I pushed all the bubbles up to my neck before turning to face him. Wow. My fright was obliterated when my eyes came into contact with his perfect self. I swallowed down my pride as he stood in all his glorious, half-naked perfection. Solid, strong muscles framed his broad shoulders and right down to his packed, defined abdomen. His powerful mounted legs began walking my way, and I couldn’t stop staring at the mighty package his white briefs didn’t hide so well. He came to a halt at the side of the bath and cocked his head to one side on a grin. How in God’s name was I going to deny him an invitation into my bathwater?

I sucked in a dubious breath. “As long as you keep your hands to yourself.” I was nervous, of course I was, but the bubbles kept my stomach covered, so I would be safe.

“Oh.” His lips fluttered. “I don’t think you mean that. You’re already staring at what I can gift you with, Evelyn.”

I wasn’t consciously doing it and only realised I was when I brought my eyes back up to his face. “You’re so vain,” I accused lightly as he slipped down his boxer-briefs, then stepped out of them slowly as they hit the bathroom floor.

“Wouldn’t you say I have a reason to be?” he taunted. I dragged my eyes away from his magnificent cock, standing strong and inviting against his stomach.

“No.” I hid my smirk as he sank into the bath, making the water rock back and forth. Taking a seat opposite me, he made sure we were staring at each other for a moment. My gaze wandered over a unique and beautiful face that could stand out in a crowd of a million. His vivid emerald-like eyes were extraordinary. And that dark, tousled hair that was too great for a man fell effortlessly into place without him even trying.

His curved, pink lips rose up a touch. He knew I was admiring him. “You’re endlessly beautiful, Evelyn. Come here.”

I was holding my knees to my chest, so I slowly released them and moved towards him. The water and the bubbles were over my body to the top of my breasts, but when I moved forwards, they got exposed, causing Parks to inhale slowly on a sensual growl. “Put your legs around me,” he ordered gruffly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and settled down into his lap. The gasp that left my throat was due to the hardness of his cock sweeping against my sex.

We were face-to-face, intimate, close, and internally frail.

“Perfect,” he whispered. “So, so perfect.”


“I wouldn’t agree,” I mumbled.

“Stop.” He gazed at me intently, reprimanding me for my lack of confidence. “Don’t doubt yourself in front of me. I hate that you do.”

“I find it hard to take compliment. Sue me.” My voice was heavily laced with sarcasm.

“Turn around, Princess. I’ll wash your hair.”

I stilled in his lap, peering through my eyelashes. “Princess? That’s what you called me in your sleep at my flat.”

“I did?” he questioned, gathering the shampoo from the side of the bath and squirting it into his hands. I turned around, making the water slosh between our bodies.

“Yeah, don’t call me that.”

“Well, a princess is how I intend to treat you, so that’s what I’ll call you. Don’t question me, Evelyn.” He massaged the shampoo into my wet hair, kneading and sculpting dextrously into my scalp. It felt orgasmic and so relaxing. My eyes closed on their own, relishing in his touch. Whilst I was relaxing, I caught what music was suddenly playing in the background.

“Ed Sheeran?” I questioned him, fully surprised, as he once insultingly told me he didn’t know who he was. The song “Lego House” was playing, and I sensed his smirk as he brought up the showerhead to rinse off the shampoo.

“I was curious.”

“And?”

“And, he’s brilliant.”

I smirked contentedly and nudged him. “I told you.”

Our bath was peaceful. Content I was, until he told me he was going to wash me.

“No.” My answer was harsh as I spun around to face him, causing the water to overflow the bath. “Please. Would you leave me?”

He clenched his jaw, and his eyes looked angry. “I’ll make us something to eat,” he said coldly as he left the bath. He aggressively pulled a white towel around his lean waist and stormed out of the bathroom, cursing as he closed the door behind him. My sigh was deep and exhausted as I rubbed my hands over my face. Could I hide from him forever?

I dried myself with a white, fluffy towel, quickly did my hair with another and brushed it, leaving it wet. I slipped on the coral baby-doll and made my way over to the mirror. The colour looked good against my light olive skin, and the silk clung to my curves perfectly. It was sexy. Yes. Parks had good taste.

Sheepishly walking into the kitchen, I soon saw Parks placing something into the oven, still dressed in only a towel. Wow. A man cooking for me and wrapped in a towel from the waist down had definitely been a dream of mine at one point.

“You didn’t have to cook for me.” I didn’t want him going to any trouble for me. He turned around, still wearing that sexy sulk. I knew he had a scolding ready on the tip of his tongue, but when he saw me standing in the baby-doll, his face lit up pleasantly.

“Jesus,” he rumbled, his eyes rolling down the length of my body. He turned off the oven and padded over to me, barefoot and brilliant. “I didn’t think my cock could strain any more, but you’ve just proved me wrong.” As he approached me, I took a step back, and he stopped immediately. “Why won’t you let me see your body, Evelyn?”