Madame President - Tara Sue Me Page 0,64
made more sense to be upfront and honest.
“Where are we going?” he asks.
“My rooms.”
“Are you sure?”
“They aren’t going to let me leave and book a hotel room for the night.”
“I know that.”
“Then don’t ask stupid questions. We’re going to my rooms. There are agents we’ll have to walk past. It’s possible they might think we’re doing something work related.”
He snorts. “No they won’t.”
My face heats because he’s right, but I’m not going to dwell on it. It’s for one night only, and I’m an adult. Perfectly able to make my own decisions.
Even with all my bravado, when we reach the Residence and are face-to-face with the agents standing there, it’s more than slightly awkward.
“Madame President,” one agent, Wes, says. “Did you have a pleasant walk?”
“Yes,” is all I say in reply.
“Mr. Hazar,” he says to Navin, and Navin nods back.
It’s very odd to be thirty-six years old and to feel like you’re sneaking around. But that’s exactly the way it feels.
“That was fun,” Navin says when we finally make it inside my private suite of rooms with agents stationed outside.
“I’m sorry,” I say, cringing and turning away from him. Nothing like the Secret Service to kill the mood. He’ll probably want to leave now, and I can’t blame him.
“Hey.” He moves to stand behind me, and places a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t apologize. You’re an important person. I’d be upset if there weren’t agents limiting access to your home.”
It’s unnerving to be standing in my room with him. I can hold my own in a meeting filled with world leaders, argue with the heads of both political parties when they attempt to block me, and give a speech broadcast around the world, but being here, with him, it’s almost too much. I’ve never been so nervous and unsure.
“You don’t want to leave?” I ask.
“Why would I want to leave? I just got here.”
I don’t know how to respond.
“Anna?” He turns me around so I have no choice but to face him. “Do you want me to leave?”
He will, if I ask him. I know this as sure as I know my own name. But it’s not what I want. Not even close. “No,” I tell him, and then to make sure he knows I’m telling him the truth, and to ensure there is no doubt about what exactly it is I want, I wrap my arms around his neck. “I want you to stay.”
There’s a hint of mischief in his eyes when he replies, “If it pleases you for me to do so, Madame President.”
Even though he’s joking, I scowl. “For tonight, I don’t want you to see me as the President. I only want you to see Anna.”
“Yes,” he whispers. “But only for tonight.”
He lowers his head, removing all the remaining distance between us and he kisses me. His lips stroking a long ignored fire inside. Bringing it to life, and burning so hot, it threatens to consume all of me. For tonight, I repeat. I’ll let it burn me, but only for tonight.
He guides me until we’re beside the bed, his lips never leaving mine. When we come to a stop, his hands tease and torment as he undresses me. First, my shirt goes, quickly followed by my pants, and I’m standing in my underwear. My body is a whirlwind of sensation. I’d not embellished how it was to be with Navin in the bedroom. We aren’t even undressed yet and I’m more aroused than I’d ever been.
I’ve never wanted to feel a man everywhere, and all at once. Already I mourn that we only have tonight, and not just because I know being with Navin again, will truly ruin me forever for other men, but because it’s so much more than I remembered. So intense. So emotional. So much.
I can’t keep from touching him any longer; I untuck his shirt and slip my hands under the material and across the cut lines of his chest muscles.
“Your hands feel so good,” he mutters, dragging his lips away from mine and placing tiny kisses along my neckline. He finds the spot that makes me shiver and smiles against my skin. “I’d wondered if that spot still trembled that way. Let’s see how many more places on your body I can remember how to make quiver under my touch?”
Every last one of them, probably.
I don’t realize I answered out loud until he replies, “Shall we see if you’re right?”
“Oh, God,” is all I can say, because he’s removed my