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Page 53 of The Parent Trap

“Oh…oh…ohfuck,” I cry. “Yes…god, yes.Yes!”

My scream is frantic and wild.

I shake, and I explode, and everything inside me clenches, detonates, implodes, all at once. Heat and pressure and release and insanity, it’s all a whirlwind inside me, and I’m trembling and crying with broken sobs of release, because I have never even conceived of such a climax. My orgasm wrenches through me viciously, beautifully, wringing me into trembling paroxysms.

I cling to him, gasping.

He stands up, and I’m disoriented, shaky.

For the first time since his lips met mine, I look him in the eyes. And I see…

Pure, potent, undeniable masculine need. His eyes rake over my naked form and in his expression I read appreciation for my body—it’s written on his face in bold, all caps.

“Fuck…” he snarls. “Delia, you aresogoddamn…beautiful.” Like he can’t believe it. Like he can’t believe he’s saying it. Like he can’t believe what just happened any more than I can.

His voice, his words ruin the spell.

Thai Bristow just barged into my house and kissed me.

Thai Bristow justwent down on me.

And it was beyond incredible.

ILEThim.

Ibeggedhim for more.

My eyes fill with confused tears.

Panic sears through me like a bolt of lightning.

What did I just do? What did I just allow Thai to do to me?

“Thai…” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “You have to go.”

His eyebrows lower in in confusion. “Delia, I—”

“Go. You have to go. I can’t—that wasn’t…” I shake my head, yanking away from him, snatching my towel and covering myself with it. “Please. Just go.”

His expression clears, as if he came to some realization. “Ah. Got it.”

“That…that shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t have allowed it.”

Savagely, angrily, he yanks open my door. He doesn’t look back. He’s gone, door slamming closed behind him.

What have I done?

Chapter Thirteen

Matthais

I don’t even knowwho I am, anymore.

I drive home, but my mind is not on the road. Fortunately, I know this town and all its roads like the back of my hand, even now.

Everything hurts.

My legs ache. My lungs feel singed, scorched.