Page 73 of Inviting Trouble
He grinned. “You’re adorable when you blush.”
She nipped his neck and then kissed him roughly. “I want to make you blush now. Let’s go upstairs.”
He stroked her hair back. “Maybe we should wait. Your head—”
“Is fine. Let’s do the shower. That was hot. I want your big thick—” She shut up when Park’s mouth slammed over hers.Yes!The intensity ratcheted up quick, urgent need racing through her. His hand slid into her hair, his other hand under her shirt, skimming up her spine. Oh, God, she needed a lot more. Right now. She tore her mouth away. “Naked. Now. Shower.”
He stilled. “I was too rough with you then. I want to make love to you.”
She pulled him back for another kiss and nipped his bottom lip. “Believe me, I liked it. I told you I can handle you. I’m not going to break.”
His gaze was pure heat. “You make me lose my mind. All I think about is taking, not giving.”
“When you take, it’s like giving. Promise.” She got off his lap, stood, and tugged his hand. “Come on.”
He didn’t budge. “Don’t you want sweet words and tenderness?”
“Yes, after you fuck me so hard I see stars.”
“I want more for you,” he said, stubbornly staying on the sofa. “I can control myself better in a bed.”
She rolled her eyes. “And I want a strong man not afraid to take what he wants.”
He shot off the sofa. “I think you just insulted my manhood.”
She wiggled her fingers in a come and get me gesture. “Show me what you got.”
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her upstairs. “You asked for it.”
She giggled, which really wasn’t like her, but she felt almost giddy. She gazed up at him, loving the intensity in his expression that she now knew meant not just lust but deep emotion.
He stopped abruptly in the hallway outside the bathroom door. “We got company.” He set her down and put an arm around her waist. “Hi.”
She turned, expecting to see her dad, but it wasn’t just her dad. It was her dad and a beautiful petite blond-haired blue-eyed woman wearing a red silk robe. She’d never, ever seen her dad have a woman spend the night. At least her dad was dressed.
“Park?” her dad asked. “Mad? Are you two—”
“I love her, sir,” Park said, his voice ringing out loud and clear, nearly making the awkward situation bearable.
Her dad cracked a smile. “Now that is good news.”
Park let out an audible breath and gave her a little squeeze.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your lady friend?” Mad asked.
Her dad got serious. “Mad, this is Tina, your mother.”
Chapter Seventeen
Mad’s head reared back. “I’m sorry. What? It sounded like you just said my mother?”
The woman approached—they were the same size except the other woman had large breasts and curvy hips—and studied Mad. She turned back to Mad’s dad. “She definitely took after your side.”
Mad stood there, staring in shock at the woman who’d left Mad when she was only one. She’d seen pictures, but she had no memory of her in real life. “What’re you doing here?” She couldn’t even work up any anger. It was so surreal after the day she had to see the woman, Tina, actually standing in front of her.
“I know it’s been a long time,” Tina said quietly. “I was too ashamed to face you all.”
“Tina reached out to me,” her dad said, “and I brought her home.” That was what he did, brought home people that needed his love and guidance. But that was not what Tina deserved. The woman abandoned her six children.
