empowering to know that she'd done that to him, that she had that kind of effect on him.
"Are we going to keep talking or can I take you upstairs now and make love to you?" he asked, planting a well-placed kiss on the soft spot behind her ear.
She moaned. "What about the sunset? I thought you wanted me to see it." At the moment, she could care less about the damn sunset.
"There will be another one tomorrow night."
"Then let's go." They both stood. She took his hand and followed him upstairs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Laszlo felt slightly guilty as he led Trinity up the stairs to his room. He knew she'd come here to talk, that there was something she wanted him to know. But he didn't really care. His mind was made up—he wanted a future with this woman and nothing she could tell him would change that.
"Wow," she said looking around the room. "This is incredible."
He smiled. Every woman he'd ever brought here had been impressed with his room, and for good reason, but Trinity's admiration of it made him extremely happy. He wanted her to feel comfortable here, to think of it as home, because hopefully, one day soon it would be her home. The room was enormous, so much bigger than what a single guy needed, but he spent a lot of time in there and he wanted it to be his favorite room in the house. And it was. "I'm glad you like it," he said, wrapping her up in his arms.
She kissed him hard and with so much passion he was stunned for a moment. Once he regained his wits, he wasted no time stripping her naked. Small piles of cotton, denim, khaki, and silk littered the floor from the door to the bed. It was the fastest he'd ever undressed a woman. Normally he took his time to enjoy it, to remove the clothing piece by piece and kiss every inch of bare skin that he exposed. But it was different with Trinity. She made him crave her to the point of madness. He loved it and hated it at the same time.
Trinity sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the base of his cock, and licked around the head before drawing him into her mouth. Christ her mouth was so hot it was like sticking his dick in an oven, only a hell of a lot more enjoyable. He gathered the hair from her face and watched with fascination as she sucked on him. God her pretty pink lips looked great wrapped around his cock. He remembered the first night they'd been together and how she'd dropped to her knees in front of him. "Fuck, that feels good," he groaned. How she'd looked up at him under her dark lashes, the tiny sounds of pleasure she made, and how it had been nearly impossible to stop himself from coming in her mouth.
"Mmm," she said, stroking his shaft as she once again licked around the head like it was her favorite flavored lollipop.
The combination of her mouth and the perfect amount of pressure in her grip was too much. He wanted to come so fucking bad he could taste it. His hips pushed forward and she opened her mouth wider allowing him to fuck her mouth. She'd done that last time too and he'd loved it. "Oh god," he moaned as his hips repeatedly plunged forward as if he had no control over them, which, he realized he didn't. "Fuck, Trin, baby, I can't stop…I'm gonna come." He pushed her head forward to meet his thrust, his dick rubbing against the back of her throat as he came so hard his vision blurred and his knees shook. The room felt like it was spinning. Trinity continued to suck him, draining every last drop from his cock until he swore he was going to pass out. He pulled out of her mouth and stumbled back a step or two. "Holy shit," he said on an exhaled breath.
She looked at him with a devilish smile. "You taste good," she said, running her tongue over her bottom lip.
"I bet you do too," he said as he guided her down on the bed. She scooted up so that her head was on his pillow and he smiled. Her dark brown hair cascaded around her, her gray eyes were stormy and lustful— god damn she was beautiful . "I'm going to taste every inch of your body, Trinity."