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  “Evelyn,” Parks called, but I didn’t have the power in me to open my eyes. “Evelyn,” he called a second time, so I blinked open my lids and found myself staring into his beautiful emerald eyes.

  “Wade?” I said groggily, quickly looking around to find myself on the bedroom floor. I must have fallen asleep.

  “You were blocking the door. I couldn’t get in.” I saw deep concern in his eyes. He pushed my hair behind my ear, then rested his palm on my cheek.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, nuzzling into his palm.

  “I’m…” He thought for a moment, and as I kissed his lips, I tasted the salt from his tears.

  “It’s okay not to be okay,” I whispered.

  The kiss he placed on my forehead lingered. “But now I am okay, Princess.”

  I tilted my head and stared besotted at a man that had been stripped bare, broken, and then put back together again. He never seemed so beautiful as in that rare moment.

  He pulled me into his arms and carried me to the bed. I didn’t care that I was still dressed and so was he. We just climbed into bed, pulled the covers over us, and said nothing. Clearly, we had so many thoughts running like Usain Bolt around our minds, that it wasn’t right to talk just then. It was the right moment to just absorb. Stay silent and reflect. Even if I did want to talk, I didn’t have a clue what to say. I felt like everything had been said between the family, and whatever I said wouldn’t have added any good anyway. Maybe that’s how Parks felt. I was slowly learning that sometimes, words aren’t what’s best. A hug, a gentle kiss, and an acknowledgement that you’re there for someone is just enough.

  Chapter Seventeen

  A shadow was following, watching me. It knew where I worked. Knew where I lived. Where my parents lived. It was trying to catch me, trying to ruin everything. I was running so fast, yet my legs didn’t seem to work. They wouldn’t move. The shadow was getting closer. I tried to scream, but no words would come from my mouth. I felt strangled and suffocated.

  The shadow neared, almost about to pull off the hood covering its face.

  “No,” I screamed, waking myself up and sitting bolt upright in bed. I ran my hands over my heated face to push my hair away from the sweat on my forehead. Shit. It was a nightmare. But I couldn’t calm down. I was shaking like a leaf.

  My head dropped, and my gaze fell down to the perfection I had the pleasure of calling my fiancé, asleep and unaware. I wanted to let him sleep, but my feelings were still hazy. I felt strange, unsure, a little scared, and I needed Parks. Running my fingers along his chest, I traced the outlines of his defined muscles until he softly blinked and lazily opened his eyes. I sat back on my heels as he rubbed his eyes and propped up on an elbow, coming around from his sleep.

  “Princess? What’s wrong?” Parks sleepy voice was enough to jolt me from my thoughts, but not enough to calm my rapid heartbeat.

  “Wade,” I breathed. “I need you. I really need you.”

  The harsh and overpowering relief that left his chest in the form of a sigh overwhelmed me. He sat up and pulled me into his lap. I straddled his waist and dipped down to press my mouth to his. The moment our lips met, the vague memory of my nightmare disappeared, and I could already feel how hard he was beneath me.

  “Take what you need from me.” Parks’s whisper was languid. My elbows were at either side of his face, my forehead pressed against his.

  “I love you. More than you will ever know,” I breathed, lazily sinking onto him to forget my nightmare.

  Later that morning, I woke before Parks. After the nightmare I had, I couldn’t fully go back to sleep. Pulling a red satin slip around my body, I quietly padded out of the bedroom, leaving Parks asleep. He never had a lie-in, so I wandered downstairs and headed to the kitchen.

  I worked my way around, trying to be as quiet as possible. I didn’t want to wake Parks or his mother and Abigail. But I was making a hell of a noise as I tried to locate the pots and pans. When I did finally find everything I was looking for, I spotted his iPod station. Flicking the Power switch on the wall, I turned it on, and a song started playing softly that I hadn’t heard before. I took a peek at the screen and saw it was a song by John Mayer, “Your Body is a Wonderland.” I hadn’t heard any of his songs before, in fact I only really heard about him because he was dating Katy Perry, but this was quite good. I swayed my way over the fridge to look for eggs and bacon but found a jug of watermelon juice first. I was craving it more and more lately, and seeing it made the cravings worse. I took the jug from the fridge and quickly filled a glass. Taking it to my lips, I inhaled the freshness of the scent, and before I knew it, I’d downed the whole glass and poured myself another.

  “Evelyn?”

  I almost dropped the glass as I spun around to see Parks leaning against the kitchen doorjamb, half-naked in his boxer briefs.

  “What are you doing?” He was smirking, but a slight line across his forehead showed he was confused.

  “I was thirsty.” I gasped, getting my breath back, but not entirely because the sight of him took it away again. His strong arms were crossed, making his biceps bulge, and the defined lines of his abdomen showed off his six-pack. Not to mention that sexy-as-sin treasure trail that vanished past the waistline of his briefs, and his hair a gorgeous mess on top of his head.

  “You don’t like watermelon.”

  “I know.” I shrugged, ogling him. “But the smell made me want to drink it.”

  He pinched the bridge of his nose on a laugh. “I wasn’t really talking about you drinking. I’m talking about this.” He waved his hand around the kitchen to see all his cupboards open and a frying pan set on the oven.

  “I was going to cook you breakfast.”

  He shook his head and took leisurely strides towards me, shutting a cupboard with his thigh on his way past. “You do not get to cook for me. Understand?”

  “But—”

  He stopped my words with a firm finger against my lips. “No buts. Now, if you’re hungry, go sit down. It’s our nothing day, and I intend to be at my beautiful woman’s beck and call,” he teased, tracing his thumb across my lips. Hmm. I could deal with that.

  I shifted past him only to receive a smack on my arse as I went.

  Slipping onto the barstool, I watched my man at work. Cracking eggs, frying bacon, toasting bread. The whole shebang.

  We ate in silence because of how good the food was and shared tender glances.

  “That was so good, thank you.” I placed down my knife and fork and wiped my mouth with the napkin he’d provided.

  “Like I said—” he leant over and pressed a kiss to the side of my mouth, “—anything.”

  “So you’d do anything for me?” I sat back in my seat, squeezing my thighs together because of the sudden rush of desire that came over me from having him between my legs. Then again, I always wanted him between my legs.

  Parks’s gaze dropped into my lap, his mouth spreading into a knowing smirk. “Why are you closing your legs when you want me between them, Princess?” He slowly licked along his bottom lip. “The question is, which part of me do you want between your legs?”

  I bit my lip seductively, uncrossing my legs slowly. Parks watched me, eyes heavy-lidded and chest dipping where his breathing had deepened.

  I slipped from the barstool, my eyes remaining on his greens as I made my way over to the iPod. Turning my back on him, I quickly typed in Rhianna’s “Skin.” After turning it up a little more, I turned back around only to find him behind me. He stayed just a short distance away from me, but I took a step back until my back hit the worktop. My gaze fell to the bulge straining against the buttons on his boxers, and my audible inhale had him grinning but shaking his head in a slow, chastising way.

  “You’ll have to wait for my cock, baby. First I want you to tell me what you want.” He stepped forwards, ravenous green eyes on mine as he pulled down my slip, exposing my breasts. He inhaled, then swooped down to give one of my erect nipples a swift lick. It
was too quick. I wanted more. “Your tits are perfect. They were made for me. Tell me what you want?” he asked again, his tone a little gruff and impatient.

  “Do that again,” I breathed out. “Show me why my tits were made for you.”

  His devilish grin was accompanied by his eyes falling back to my full and heavy breasts. He moved closer, took my tits into his hands, and bent down to take a nipple into his mouth.

  “Hmm.” My back arched, my chest poking out as he rolled a nipple between his teeth. He darted the tip of his tongue across it before he moved to the other one and sucked hard, making me hiss. The bite of his teeth was bordering on painful but oh so good. He let my nipple fall from his lips, then he kissed around my breasts, licking and nipping, lavishing them with attention. The wetness built between my legs as they started to buckle, but Parks pulled back, leaving me gasping. I moved quickly, desperate to have him, but he grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them behind my back. His face was close to mine, so I blew up my messy hair to get it out of my eyes so I could see him clearly.

  “Don’t show me.” He slid his tongue across my lower lip, moved down and across my jaw, and kissed down my neck before pulling back to look at me again. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear it from that perfect mouth of yours.”

  “Kiss me.” It was pathetic, but that was all I could manage. Parks did dirty talk like no other. His words seduced me, and his suggestions and demands turned me on to the point of never turning off. However, I couldn’t think of things to say when I was put on the spot.

  “Kiss you where?” he asked.

  “Kiss my thighs.”

  “Between them?” he suggested, his words warm in my ear as he licked around my lobe.

  “Yes,” I said, breathy and impatient. He dropped to his knees, his face in line with my stomach. Parks darted out his tongue and passionately kissed across my scars, then into my bellybutton. He released my hands so I could touch him. My fingers found their way into his hair as he brushed his lips across my hipbone, slowly manoeuvring down towards the tops of my thighs. Looking up through dark, thick lashes, he said, “What about here?” He brushed his fingertips along the lips of my sex and brought his other hand behind me to take a good squeeze of my arse.

  “Yes, just there.”

  Parks took his fingers from teasing my sex, let go of my backside, and got to his feet. My hands were braced on the worktop behind me, the silk wrap I was wearing open and exposing my naked body to him. His gaze roamed down my nakedness, desperate desire sweeping through it. I was fighting my own desperate urgency to pounce on him.

  “Evelyn.” My name fell from his lips in a sexual moan as he stepped forwards, took me by the waist, and lifted me onto the kitchen worktop. “Gentle?” He kissed the top of my leg, just below my hip gently. “Or rough?” He kissed the same spot but bit into my skin this time.

  I closed my eyes, groaning at the initial sting and the pleasure it gave me. “Rough,” I begged.

  “Good girl. Now open your legs,” he demanded. I did just as he told me to, parted my thighs and widened them. Inviting him in.

  The way he bit at my inner thigh told me his sexual mood had changed from slow-and-sensual lover to rough-and-ready alpha. I loved how rowdy he could be one minute and how he could be so loving and gentle the next. I had to admit, though, rough was what I preferred. Although, when I got his gentle side, that had my mind in a spin too. I took hold of his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh as he continued to kiss, suck, and bite my inner thighs.

  “Ah,” I gritted though clenched teeth as he bit and sucked brutally sweet and dragged my nails through his skin harshly.

  He moaned gruffly, brought his head from my thighs, took hold of the back of my head, and kissed me hard. Leaving me gasping for breath, he left my mouth, positioned himself between my legs, and drove between them.

  ***

  Wade

  I plunge my tongue into her sweet, pink flesh, the scent of her arousal already filling my head. Fuck, she is so wet and tastes so fucking good.

  “Wade.”

  My name falls from her lips, and it sends a shiver down my spine each and every damn time. Her fingernails dig deeper into my shoulder blades, and Christ, the sting turns me the hell on.

  I keep my hands on her thighs, prying them apart and driving my tongue in harder, licking across her clit. I can feel it pulsating as I explore, and I know she is getting ready to come. “Hmm,” I moan against the wet lips of her cleft, then push two fingers inside her.

  “Oh God.” I lift my eyes to watch her back arch, her eyes close and mouth open. My cock hardens even more, begging me to pull my fingers out and replace them with it. The urge to take out my cock and jack myself off as I go down on my fiancée is killing me. Fucking wait, I tell myself. Evelyn comes first. Her pleasure is all fucking mine. There is nothing quite as powerful as watching my woman come undone, screaming my name and begging for more.

  I feel her clenching around my fingers. Her thighs are trying to close, and her hands are yanking on my hair.

  “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.” I encourage her to clench, gyrate against my face, and cry out as much as she wants. I need and crave her reactions and am baying for her come.

  “Oh, baby,” she wails so perfectly, and when she clenches, I know she is about to open back up and squirt. I quickly take out my fingers and hold on to her knees, prying them apart so she can’t supress the feeling I’m bestowing upon her, and give one more abrupt dive with my tongue, slicing it across her clit.

  “Yes, Wade. Yes.”

  Oh shit. My dick throbs as Evelyn orgasms, and I lick and suck every last drop of her. Thirsty as fuck. Her perfect, tight body arches from the worktop, and her sexy legs wrap around my neck as I take my hands from her legs. She rides out her orgasm, calling my name, gyrating against my mouth as I drink her dry.

  “I need you,” she gasps, her voice husky and sexy as fuck. She stares at me, her eyes half-closed, glistening with lust. Her take-me eyes make my dick ache to be inside her sweetness.

  “Fuck me,” she begs, her words filthy, and I fucking love the way she speaks to me. Love that she isn’t shy and can make demands with her body.

  “Hmm, baby. Gladly.” I groan into her kiss as she attacks me with her lips, but I quickly take back control, needing to be the one in charge.

  I take her hips and lift her off the worktop, and when I’m sure she is steady on her feet, I rip off her wrap, lift her up so her legs wrap around my waist, then kneel.

  I want to fuck her hard and relentlessly, and fuck if I care if it’s on the kitchen floor. And fuck if I care that my mother could walk in at any moment. Evelyn pushes her chocolate-brown tresses from her face as she lies on her back, and my gaze roams quickly over her parted lips, her phenomenal tits, and then I watch her bring up her legs. I sit back on my heels, watching like a fucking lapdog as she pulls her knees to her stomach, then tilts her head.

  “You want this?” she breaths, opening her thighs slowly. When her sweetness that is glistening with moisture comes into my view, I let out a small groan and close my eyes just for a second, because the sight of her pink lips, so wet and ready for me, is something I always savour.

  I pulled down my boxers, and my cock springs free, hard, prominent, and so ready for my princess. She is a goodness, pure perfection and all fucking mine.

  The gasp that comes from her mouth when she sees my cock is enough to make it twitch, so I take it into my hand…and rub. Masturbating over my Evelyn’s body.

  She whimpers in need, the sound heaven to my fucking ears, and complete bliss to my dick.

  “Just give it to me,” she pleads, moving her fingers down her stomach and pressing them to her clit. She’s feeding her ache, trying to find release because I’m teasing her. Fuck knows why when all I want to do is give her what she wants—my cock.

  I groan, equally exhilarated by my need. Need to have her. To own her. To please her.

  I hover over her swee
t, curvaceous body, my dick still in my hand. Evelyn takes her fingers from her clit and pushes two into my mouth.

  “Taste it. Taste how wet I am for you.”

  I suck her fingers, taste her arousal, and crave more. She takes her fingers from my mouth, and I bend down, seeking her lips. While I kiss her, stroking her tongue, nipping on her bottom lip, I guide my cock over her entrance and hold it in my palm, just brushing the head over her cleft. She grips my hair as she moans, her back rising from the floor, her pelvis offering her sweetness to my dick.

  “You want it, baby?” I tease, breathing against her lips. “You want my cock?”

  “Bad,” she breaths. “Hard. Deep. Pull my hair. Mark me.” She bites my bottom lip so hard, I groan until she lets it go. I smirk, licking my bottom lip, searching for a trace of blood. No blood, but one very frustrated lady beneath me.

  “Oh, like that, is it, baby?” I take my hand from my cock. I don’t warn her about my intention and just drive it inside her anyway. Hard. Abrupt. Forceful.

  “Jesus Christ,” I curse, her warm, wet pussy clenching around me as I fill her sweetness.

  “Wade,” she cries out, clawing her fingers across my back as I take a fistful of her hair, my mouth nuzzling her neck.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Princess. Hard…fast…careless.” I graze my teeth across her damp neck. “You want it rough? I’ll give it to you.”

  I pull on her hair as I rear back, give her a second to anticipate, then thrust in.