Page 103 of The Parent Trap

My plans, his plans, it all goes out the window. Especially when he kisses me. Surely, he must taste himself on my breath, but he kisses me so hungrily either he doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care. Or he likes it. I don’t know. And it doesn’t matter, because my breath is stolen and my very soul is taken by him, swept up in the savage need of his kiss.

God, I need him.

It would be so easy. We fit together just right. We line up as if…as if our bodies were created to fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

I’m on birth control, and I never miss. Never.

I want him.

I need him.

I wrap my arms around his neck and just lose myself in his mouth, in breathing him and tasting him and being pressed up against the hard cliff face of his body, the springy give of his dense muscles. His hands take my body for his playground, scraping down my spine to clutch my ass with greedy strength.

I moan into his mouth. “Thai….”

He grips me, hips pressing to push against me. He needs this, every bit as desperately as I do. “God, Delia, I want you so fucking bad, right now.”

I rest my forehead against his, lean against him, crushing my breasts against his chest. One arm clings to his shoulders.

I give in.

I need him too badly.

He makes all my fantasies come true, and I need this, right now. Not in the thirty seconds it would take to get protection. I know he’s clean. I know I am. All these thoughts are not just secondary, they’re tertiary, distant, vague. All I know is my need for him.

I rise up on my toes, tilt my hips toward him, and feel his thickness scrape against my sex. Hold on to his neck with one arm and lean against him with all my weight. Both of his hands are clawed into my ass, and he helps me rise. Lifts me. I wedge a hand between us and guide him to me.

It happens all at once, in a single smooth slide.

The head of him drags against my slick sex, and then catches against the opening, and I grasp him, fit him to me, and I feel the moment he enters me.

I whimper as he fills me.

He matches my whimper with a rough groan of surprise. “Delia, my god…my Delia.”

Sink down on him, take him fully, and I’m split apart. Destroyed by perfection, ruined by the ecstasy of our union.

No fantasy, no wet dream, no daydream could ever have prepared me for this reality. It’s too wonderful for words, too incredible to articulate. I cannot even breathe for the way he feels inside me. Full doesn’t begin to describe it. Iachewith him.

“Thai,” I whisper, and sag on him, let him take my weight in his hands, on our joining, and I gasp at the deepening. “I need this. Need you. Needmore.”

He takes my lower lip in his teeth, nips hard. Then kisses my jaw, my throat, tilts my head up to kiss from the underside of my chin all the way down, and then he dips at the knees and lifts me into the air. My legs lock around his waist and I hold on. He takes two long strides across the bathroom and kicks the door closed with a loud slam. Pins me against it, hands underneath my ass holding me in place. Buried to the hilt inside me.

“I was gonna do a whole thing with rose petals and candles in the bedroom. Take my time with you, nice and slow and gentle. Romance you.”

I curl my arms around his neck, one hand gripping his opposite shoulder while the other cradles his jaw, his cheek. “Hold that thought, Thai—I want that.” I roll my hips. “But right now, I needthis.”

He groans, and pulls away, lowers his head to take my nipple in his mouth. Licks, kisses, suckles, releases. Repeats on the other side, and then straightens to claim my mouth again.

Drives his hips forward, surging deeper into me—even though I hadn’t thought he could get any deeper. When he does, a growl of surprised bliss is torn from my lips.

“This?” he asks, powering up into me once more. “This is what you need?”

I cling to him for balance, brace on his shoulders and use my thighs around his hips to lift up. Meet him on his upstroke by letting myself fall onto him. “Yes, god yes, Thai. That. All of that.”

He’s still going slow, gentle. “Fucking hell, Dee, you feel so fucking good.”

“Show me how good, Thai.” I roll with him, lowering myself hard onto his upstrokes, breathless with the wild delirium of him inside me. “I’m not delicate,” I whisper. “I’m not fragile. I’m strong.”