Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(52)
The lengthy groan that rumbled from his throat showed my teasing was getting to him, but he remained still, letting me take my time with him. I kissed his sweet-smelling neck, licked gently across his jaw, and then made my way down his chest before lifting my head back up to meet his piercing eyes before taking his cock in my palm. I rubbed the wide head of his crown along my folds, moistening myself even more.
“Oh, baby,” he breathed, gently sliding his hands across my temple and into my hair. He just wanted to touch me, and anywhere on my body was appropriate. Hell yeah it is.
My arm was shaking as I held myself up and guided him into me with my other hand. “Hmm.” My moan was low as I pushed myself down his length so slowly it was almost torturous, but I wanted to revel in the fullness. Wanted to bask in the way he felt inside me and forget all the talk about my problems.
He mumbled my name under his breath, clenching his jaw as he restrained himself from taking over. My hips stayed still with him inside me while I took his bottom lip between my teeth. Teasing his lips, I pulled them between a bite and drew circles with my tongue around the plush, pink skin, copying the circular movement of my hips.
“You feel so f*cking divine.” His lids fell heavily as I circled, then he moved his hands to take my hips to guide them around.
“No.” I slapped them away. “This is mine.” He kissed my pout, then pressed the back of his head back down into the pillow on a childish huff.
“Why, Mr. Parks, your impatience is childlike.”
“I don’t give a f*ck what my impatience is. Just f*ck me, woman.”
And I did.
Chapter Eighteen
The next day came too quickly. Parks had arranged for someone to come and see me, and it had a considerable negative effect on my work throughout the day. From the moment I’d woken up, Parks noted the apprehensive mood I was in and did well not to question me on it. My mind kept tossing between resentment that he would arrange something like that behind my back and then gratitude towards him for continuing to help me along this journey to recovery.
After work, we’d had dinner and I changed out of my work clothes and into joggers and a jumper. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and waited for the therapist to arrive. In the distance I heard knocking at the door, then the polite greeting from Parks to the doctor. Oh, not a doctor, more like a friend, Parks said. Well, I was about to find out.
They found me pacing the living room floor when they entered, and Parks was quick to introduce me to the lady. “Evelyn. I’d like you to meet Doctor Nia Malone.”
She wasn’t what I was expecting. She was younger, cool-looking. Her hair was a mass of messy brown curls with a purple streak in the fringe, but it suited her. Her kind brown eyes were decorated with thick-rimmed, purple glasses, and her skinny jeans, Converse, and purple leather jacket made her look kooky. Of course I said the first thing that came into my head.
“So you’re fond of the colour purple?”
“What gave you that impression?” She laughed, taking off her jacket, revealing a purple T-shirt. She mindlessly handed her jacket to Parks, who looked at it rudely as it lay in his hands.
Parks placed the coat over the kitchen island, then praised Nia again. “Thank you so much for your help, Nia. I am extremely grateful for your time.” He came by my side and slipped an arm around my waist.
“Are you?” She looked at me, already sussing that it wasn’t my idea.
Parks spoke for me. “Yes, of course she is.”
Nia turned her head slightly his way. “I’m sorry, Mr. Parks, but I was actually talking to Evey.”
I loved her! Discreetly nudging him like a child, I smirked at her reprimand, and he scowled. He got told.
“To be honest, no. But you’re here now.” I wasn’t rude, just telling her my thoughts.
“Right, I’ll leave you both alone.” Parks dipped down to kiss my cheek, nodded to Nia, and left.
I watched the back of his body disappear before making conversation. “Wow, not many people put Wade Parks in his place.” I gestured towards the sofa, and she followed.
“I think you do, and not only verbally.” Her voice was soft, soothing, and calm. A voice you would hear on a yoga tape. But she also seemed tough, intelligent, and firm.
“Which means?” I lowered down on the sofa and crossed my legs. To my surprise, Nia got comfortable on the rug in front of me and leaned back on her palms.
“You put him in his place verbally but also mentally. What I mean by that is your presence puts him at ease, puts him in his place. His place is next to you, and it seems that’s where he wants to stay. You have a good man there, Evey, and I sense an extraordinary outcome for the two of you, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be hard getting there. You’re similar in ways, but you’re both not sure of what yet. You’re both hotheaded, both have fiery tempers, but most of all, you’re both so angry and hurt inside, and that helps you find solace in each other.”
Taken aback was an understatement. My mouth gaped before I could string a sentence together. “Wait, are you a therapist or a psychic?”
She chuckled and straightened out her glasses. “I just know what I’m talking about.” I watched her fish into her pocket and pull out a sting of beads. They were a beautiful array of colours, and I was curious as to what she intended to do with them.