Page 72 of The Parent Trap

He grins as he undoes the button; my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. “Nope. This is the opposite of serious—this isfun.”

I roll my eyes. “Smartass. You know what I mean.”

He steps out of his pants, tosses them aside.

Holy mother of damn.

His thighs are…he doesnotskip leg day, that’s all I can say.

“Thai…” I whisper.

He steps close to me. “Just skinny-dipping, Dee. Doesn’t have to be anything else.”

I shake my head. “Can’t.”

“Why?”

Blushing so hard it hurts. “In public?Outside?”

“Not public. Just you and me and the birds.”

“But outside?”

“Yeah.” He grins. “You’ve never been naked outside?”

I bite my lip. “I don’t even like being naked with the lights on.”

He sighs. “Well, it’s about time you get over that.”

I frown. “Self-consciousness isn’t something you justget over, Matthais.”

His eyes are fiery, fierce. Heated. “I think I’ve already demonstrated rather clearly what I think about your body.”

My eyes squeeze shut. “We’re not talking about that, remember?”

I hear something, but leave my eyes shut. Gather my courage.

When I open my eyes, he’s naked.

The most beautiful male I’ve ever laid eyes on, in real life certainly and even on any screen. Every line, every angle is perfect, sculpted.

Of course, my eyes gothere.

And god in heaven, there’s a fucking lot ofthereto look at; I’ve seen a few…errr, male members, obviously. But Thai’s is by several orders of magnitude just the most…beautiful. He’s not fully erect, yet, but getting there. Thickening and lengthening as I look at him, going from at-rest and dangling downward to pointing straight out, and then lifting upward.

He’s not just big—he’sbeautiful.

He just stands, hands at his sides, seeming unselfconscious, despite being naked while I’m clothed. While I’m staring at him with unabashed amazement.

And desire.

“God…damn, Thai.”

He shrugs. “What? What’d I do?”

I swallow hard. “You look likethat.”

He grins. “Andyoulook likethat.”