Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(33)
“So, what are you doing today?” I asked, straddling him on the bed.
Parks slid his fingers up my thighs. “Sunday is my nothing day. It’s the only day I let myself have off.”
“You have a nothing day?”
“Hmm.” His smile mirrored mine. “And now it’s our nothing day.”
“Oh wow,” I teased. “Thank you for letting me into your nothing day.”
“You’re welcome.” His sexy chuckle vibrated against my nerves, making them shudder delightfully. I ran my fingers up and down his chest, feeling his exquisite abs and running my fingertips across the gorgeous treasure trail that started at his navel and ran vertically to his trimmed pubic hair. Oh yes, he was very much a unique specimen.
“What are you thinking?”
My cheeks flushed when I answered. “How beautiful you are.” His laugh gave me reason to believe he thought I wasn’t being sincere. “You don’t believe me?” I frowned.
“Oh I believe you.” I scoffed at his cockiness and let him continue. “I just can’t believe the pigheaded, stubborn woman I met only weeks ago is now telling me she thinks I’m beautiful.”
“Maybe she’s crazy,” I whispered.
“She is.” His smile was warm and genuine as he pulled me down to kiss my lips. “But I love her crazy.”
Every time I kissed his lips and rolled my tongue around his, my head would start to spin. Dizziness would kick in, leaving me light-headed. Parks was the most extraordinary kisser. Not just because he knew how to work his full, luscious lips, but because of the way his tongue danced erotically around mine. The way his hands would hold my face passionately and delicately. He knew how to seduce me by a kiss alone. And that was hard to accomplish.
“I know what we can do on our nothing day.” His eyes glistened with a dirty suggestion. He pulled at my shirt, making it slip off my curves.
“Watch episodes of Breaking Bad?”
He chuckled at my tease. “I’d rather watch a beautiful, curvaceous woman scream my name as I bury my cock inside her. Ride her deep. Hard. Fast. Slow. Feel her come around my dick.”
I caught my bottom lip between my teeth. His dirty words alone did more to me than what any sex-ex could do to me in a night. And then some. “And do you know of any woman to do that to?”
He moved his hands up my thighs, squeezing, caressing. “She’s sitting right here, breathing deep because she’s turned on. Getting aroused as she straddles me and imagines what my cock can do for her.”
“Is that a fact?” My tone was weak. I wanted to bloody pounce on the stunning man that could turn me on by just looking into my damn eyes.
He slipped his thumb down my sex, making my back arch as he felt the wetness between my legs. “Hell yes,” he growled, pummelling me to the bed.
***
Sunday evening came, and we’d spent our “nothing day” f*cking. Senseless. Then he’d let me take a breather and we’d go at it again. I knew he was fit and strong, but Jesus. With him around, there was definitely no need to hit the gym.
Not that I did, anyway.
Parks had already fed me breakfast and then he’d fed me dinner. It was strange how I loved him making a fuss over me. Always asking me if I was hungry, thirsty. If I was warm enough, how I was feeling. He was extremely considerate, and the more he fussed, the more my heart ballooned.
Deciding I needed to go back to my parents’ flat to collect my things, I quickly showered and changed into the clothes Parks made Cleaver purchase for me. It was a cream, skintight pencil skirt and a white blouse that I tucked in a little. The Givenchy shoes were a gorgeous pale pink and just the right size. After pulling my hair up into a ponytail and applying minimal makeup, I turned to find Parks watching me.
“Hey.” The flash of his adorable smile warmed me considerably as he leant against the doorjamb. “You look gorgeous.”
“Bit tight, though.” I meant the skirt. He turned me around by the waist and cupped my emphasised backside. The throaty noise he made as he embraced my curves resembled a hungry groan. “This is the reason for that. I get to see your ass. There’s more to come. Laurent has been shopping for you. He knows I like a woman to dress feminine but sexy and powerful.” His gaze went back to my arse, and he lost concentration. “Fucking hell, your curves are divine.”
I turned in his arms, snaking mine around his neck. “Who’s Laurent?”
His gaze dropped to the pink gloss I’d applied to my lips. “My tailor and personal shopper. He’s a man of many talents.” He dipped in for a kiss and pressed his lips against my gloss.
He was insistent on kissing me, trying to divert my attention. “There is another walk-in closet in the bedroom next door. It will be filled by tonight for you.”
“But…” My protest got squashed as he pressed a firm finger to my pout.
“Don’t but me. I’m looking after you now. Don’t like it, sue me.” The irresistible grin he gave me after his tease made it hard for me to concentrate.
“One day I am going to sue you.”
He ignored me and started to quiz my intentions for getting dressed. “Are you expecting to go out? I thought we could spend the rest of our nothing day in bed.” Parks wrapped his strong arms around my waist and kissed my neck. My plans were about to get hijacked, because I knew his possessive side would strike when I told him where I planned on going. But I was a grown-arse woman; there was no need for him to become my bodyguard.