Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(99)
I changed out of my dress, cleaned off my makeup, then climbed into bed naked. Two hours later, my ears pricked up to the sound of the bedroom door handle being pushed down, shoes sauntering through the room, then the sound of him getting undressed and walking into the en suite bathroom. With his delectable presence not far from me, my body seemed to sense him. Goose bumps prickled at my skin, and my chest became tight where I was fighting to keep breathing evenly, but it was no use. The effect he had on my body was utterly profound. I couldn’t control it.
A few moments later, I felt the bed dip, then felt his supremely built body slide in next to me. I also heard the slight rumble of a growl when he noticed my naked back. Keeping up pretences, my eyes remained closed. I wanted him to think I was asleep. I was so f*cking mad, and I wished I had the means to get back to London, because I would already be halfway home.
“I know you’re awake,” he breathed, his voice magnetising me towards him like it always did. Ear plugs was my only option, but seeing as I didn’t have any I was f*cked.
“I’m not.” I winced, wanting to slap myself. Nitwit!
Obviously ignoring my standoffish behaviour, he curled his hand around my waist and across my stomach before pulling me into him. His thick cock brushed against my buttocks, his hard chest against my back, and his breath tickled my ear as he pulled it between his teeth. My pulse surged, the heat he gave off sizzling my skin.
“I’m not talking to you,” I hissed, but I made no attempt to push him off me, either.
“That’s fine.” He nipped my lobe, his words breathy and erotic. “We don’t have to talk to f*ck.” He drew out the word, saying it slowly, enunciating the k, making my clit tingle.
“And I want to f*ck you. I want to be inside you. I need to feel your warm, snug sweetness cradling my big cock, coming all over it. I want to grab hold of your perfect tits while they bounce for me. I want to hear you scream my name the way you do so loud.”
Oh Jesus. My sex was damp and needing him, clenching as he spoke, beating as he touched me. I closed my eyes tight, trying to think of anything that would bring me some resilience.
Think Billy Bullshit from work.
“I’m still mad at you.” My words were weak and hoarse.
“How mad?” He cupped my arse and nibbled away at my earlobe.
“Don’t goad me into having angry sex with you.” My body hated me for that, but I promised myself to not let his cock into my lady organ. I wanted to withhold an orgasm from him. But I needed one.
“We can have angry sex,” he purred.
Pissed off, I slapped his hands away. “Or you can put your dick away and tell it to go f*ck itself.”
He retreated on a groan. “Don’t be like this.”
Shoving the blanket off my body, I launched myself out of bed and glared down at the most difficult man I had ever come in to contact with in my life. “Are you are actually being serious? Did we or did we not have a row about two hours ago? Or did I imagine the part where you were acting a complete and utter tosser?”
Casually propping up on an elbow and bowing his head on a sag, he said, “Evelyn, I explained my situation. I thought I’d give you time to calm down, then come to bed. I see you haven’t calmed down, so maybe I should give you more time.”
My mouth dropped open, gawping at him. “You know, for such a highly intelligent man, you sure can act a f*cking moron.”
His eyes narrowed. “Carry on insulting me and watch what happens.”
“Arh,” I screamed, wanting to pull my hair out. “You’re not listening to me. Your bitch of a sister just informed me on your bizarre choice women. Insulting me! And you have the cheek to lay there all sexily mussed like none of this is happening?”
His jaw clenched as he finally unravelled his body from the sheets, swung his legs out of the bed, and sat on the edge with his back to me. “What the hell do you want me to say?”
“Tell me the truth. Did you only want me because you knew I was a lost cause?”
He didn’t look at me. Guilty expression hidden well. “It wasn’t the only reason, no.”
My lids closed instantly, because I was half expecting it. But I wasn’t expecting my chest to tighten, my throat to close, and the feeling of the utmost betrayal to shoot through my veins. I felt lied to. Swindled. Taken complete advantage of. “You know how hurtful that is to me?”
He rotated and pushed off the bed. Green eyes caught mine, but I blinked away.
“Evelyn, I never intended on hurting you.”
Automatically, I turned my back on him, wrapping my arms around myself. A gesture he knew I did when I felt unsafe and cold. It made me unapproachable.
“It’s not the intention that matters. It’s the way you’ve made me feel. I’m hurting right now, and all you can think about is f*cking me.”
“Fuck,” he cursed through clenched teeth, and when I turned, he was grabbing at his hair, clearly hating the position he was in. Being called out. Put on the spot. When I was put in a position I was uncomfortable with, I would also clam up. Hit out. My temper would flare. Parks was the same, and his fear was losing control. But I was trying to get through his tough exterior, trying to get him to talk to me about personal issues. He hated that. He wanted me, his past, and his inner demons, separate. So did I at one point. But I soon realised that past and present need to collide for us to build a happy future.