Madame President - Tara Sue Me Page 0,55
it’s time for me to pull away and let her go. But Anna makes this noise in the back of her throat, something between a purr and a moan, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I have to hear it again.
I don’t let her go. I pull her even closer, and the second time our lips touch is neither light nor soft.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Her
White House Library
Washington DC
My mind can’t comprehend how something I know I shouldn’t be doing can feel so good. A craving I’ve experienced only once before gnaws within me. It’s a hunger. For him. Except it’s worse now than it was in my twenties because now I know what it’s like to be with him. I have more self discipline than this, I try to tell myself, but I’m not listening. No, all I can concentrate on is how Navin’s lips feel on mine, and questioning myself on how it’s been possible for me to live without his touch.
His kiss is a mixture of strength and desire, mixed liberally with a touch of danger. Worse, it makes me want to forget everything and everyone. I want to stay in his arms and never leave them. Ever.
That thought is enough of a smack in the face that I do pull back.
“I can’t,” I say, unable to look him in the eye. I can’t for so many reasons.
“I know,” he says. “And I’m sorry.”
I look around to make sure no one’s watching or listening. It’d be just my luck for someone to be walking down the hall, and to pop their head into the library to see why the door was open, and to see me all over Navin. That would be such a nightmare, it makes my head hurt. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem as if anyone is any the wiser about whatever just happened between me and Navin.
I glance to the Secret Service agent just inside the door. He’s staring at the wall opposite where he’s standing, but I’m not naïve enough to think he doesn’t know exactly what just happened. The only solace I have is the knowledge he won’t breathe a word of it to anyone.
I want to tell Navin that there’s no reason for him to apologize for the kiss. It wasn’t as if there weren’t two of us doing it, and both of us were active participants. But all I do is nod.
“It can’t happen again,” I say, though it’s probably more to myself than to him.
He nods anyway. “I understand.”
I should be thankful he understands the need for discretion. It should delight me he has no plan to announce to the world, or God help us, his news buddies, about how he made out with the president in the White House Library. And the larger part of me is glad for those things, but there’s a little piece of the awkward teenage girl still inside me that wants him to brag about how he kissed the hot chick.
I run my hands over my hair, certain it’s a hopeless mess and all it’ll take is one look for someone to know exactly what I’ve been doing for the last few minutes. Damn it all, I know it’ll take only a glance from David and he’ll know. Plus, he knows who I’ve been with for the last hour. And what if Navin isn’t as quiet about the kiss as I think he’ll be? What if he tells the entire Press Pool about it? My cheeks heat at the thought.
“Madame President?” Navin asks, and I kind of hate how calm and unruffled he looks. Can’t he be a little flustered?
“Yes.”
“Your hair is perfect. I promise.” His mouth curls up on one side and the only thought in my head is the memory of how his lips taste, the feel of them against my own, and how badly I want to kiss him again. He chuckles. “Your expression, however? You may need to work on that.”
I suck in a deep breath at his casual words, and involuntarily my gaze wanders to the agent at the door. He’s still looking the other way, without the tiniest trace of a smirk on his lips. However, I don’t have to look twice at Navin to know he’s got a smirk the size of Texas on him.
“I hate you,” I say, and he laughs. “Really, I do.”
“I know you do, Madame President, but unfortunately, we’re stuck together for at least the next four years.”
Don’t remind me, I want to say.