Page 112 of The Parent Trap

His hand covers my face. “Waking up with you is…”

“Pretty much the best thing ever?” I suggest. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

A frustrated expression crosses his face. “I don’t wanna move.”

I huff a laugh. “But you have to pee.”

“So bad.”

I push at his shoulder—it’s like shoving a brick wall. “Go. I’m not going anywhere, promise.”

He hesitates. “You better still be here naked in my bed when I get back.”

I pinch his chin between finger and thumb. “Naked in your bed and thinking dirty thoughts about you.”

That gets him out of bed in a hurry, which leaves me laughing. I only laugh harder when I hear him pee—I have never in my life heard a urination of that length or force. I hear him rinse his mouth too, and then he’s swaggering back to me. And I watch every move he makes on the way, hungrily.

“You’re looking at me like I’m something to eat,” he says, lifting the covers and diving in.

“That’s because you are.” I reach for him, catch his hip, pull him closer.

He slides up against me, and we’re on our sides, facing each other. I throw my leg over his hip, slide my hand under his neck and play with the hair at his nape. My other hand drifts between us and finds him already growing for me. His eyes search me, and the way he looks at me…it’s like he’s seeing the sunrise for the first time. Like he’s been blind and given sight.

His palm runs from my underarm to my hip, and then he fondles my breast. My breath catches at his touch, because he doesn’t justgrope…every touch is a caress. Worship.

“Delia,” he murmurs. “I can’t even deal with how sexy you are.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Feel free to tell me that all the time, Thai.” The laugh fades, and I give some vulnerable truth. “I’m not gonna lie: it feelsreallygood, hearing that from you.”

He pushes me to my back and leans over me. His mouth dips kisses to my flesh, shoulder and throat and breastbone, the valley between my breasts. I cradle his head and treasure the warm wet touch of his mouth, his worship of my body.

But his worship doesn’t end with his kisses.

“Sexy isn’t even close to the right word.” Another kiss, to the outside of my left breast.

“Lovely.” His tongue slides over my nipple.

“Divine.” He nuzzles the underside.

“Heaven itself made flesh.” His breath huffs hot on my belly.

“Perfection.” My ribs, now, under my right breast.

“An angel.” Another kiss.

“Your skin is starlight. Your eyes shine with the light of the moon.” My right breast, now.

I hold his head, playing with his hair. Listen to his words, his descriptions of me, and I hear the truth in them, and my heart swells, fills every particle of me.

He’s not done.

“Every breath I take is for you,” he says. “What wouldn’t I do for you? Walk a thousand miles? Cross an ocean? Pluck a star from the sky for you?”

“Thai…” I whisper.

“I’ll go anywhere for you, Delia. Do anything for you.”