kiss, his warm body entwined with hers. "Do you have to go to the office today?" she whispered suggestively against his lips.
"Trinity," he groaned and kissed her a little harder than she expected.
She moaned. Yes! This was the Laszlo she wanted--the man who was hot for her, demanding yet gentle; the man who could set her ablaze with a single touch. "Please? I don't want to be here alone all day."
"You're killing me, love," he said as he stood and removed his jacket and tie.
Trinity knew she'd won when he started to unbutton his shirt. She smiled and watched as his smooth muscular chest became exposed to her. Tentatively, she reached up and trailed her finger down the length of his torso. His stomach hollowed beneath her touch and she felt her heart rate quicken.
"Are you sure about this, love?"
She met his gaze, which was intense and smoldering. "Yeah, I'm sure."
"The doctor said you should refrain from—"
"I don't care what the doctor said." She knelt on the bed and put her hands on his chest. It hurt a little, but she refused to let him know that or else he'd be sure to stop now before they even got started. And she was desperate for him.
"You have to promise me that if anything hurts you'll tell me." His hands went to his pants. He removed his belt, undid his pants, and dropped them to the floor.
"I promise," she said gazing at his hard cock with hunger. He still hesitated. "I trust you, Laszlo. I know you'll be gentle." Trinity removed the covers from her and lay back. Laszlo settled between her open legs and she was grateful that she'd decided to sleep naked last night. It made things easier right now.
His cockhead pressed against her opening. "You're wet, Trin," he said as he slowly and gently pushed into her. All of his weight was in his arms so that his upper body was not in contact with hers. "God, I love how ready you always are for me."
"Ah, Laszlo." Yes, she was wet and yes, she was eager for him. Even though it had only been a couple of days, it felt like an eternity since they'd last been together. She was sure the fear of death had a lot to do with her insatiable desire for him. One final push and he was all the way inside of her. She moaned and he began to move with slow, shallow, controlled strokes. Her fingers curled against the hard flesh of his biceps and the world exploded around her as a myriad of pleasurable sensations flooded her senses. Flashes of bright colored lights clouded her vision. Laszlo's encouraging moans and whispered words tickled her ears. His cologne took up residence in her nostrils until it was the only thing she could, or ever wanted to smell.
"Trinity, ah god, baby." His arms shook as he fought to keep his weight from crushing her. He found her lips and kissed her, his hips keeping rhythm with the undulation of his tongue in her mouth.
"Yes," she moaned, lifting her hips to meet his. A sharp pain pierced her ribs and she cried out.
Laszlo stilled instantly. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
His voice was so full of compassion it tugged at her heart. "No, you didn't hurt me. I'm okay."
He remained unmoving inside of her. His gaze locked with hers. "When I found you on that floor…god, I thought I'd lost you."
"The last thing I remember was thinking about you and how I might never see—"
"Don't." He silenced her with a kiss that seared her ability to think. And then he started to move again, his cock withdrawing from her slowly only to be plunged back in just as slowly. "I love you, Trinity."
She swore she actually gasped from the unexpectedness of his declaration. He loved her? Laszlo Cstary—the man she'd fantasized about for months, the man she never dreamed would give her anything more than one incredible night of wild sex, loved her?
"I love you so much," he whispered bringing his lips down to hers again.
"I love you too," she said as her stomach tightened and her legs stiffened. She felt Laszlo swell inside of her and she knew they were both headed for an