Madame President - Tara Sue Me Page 0,65
bra and covered a nipple with his mouth. I lift my chest both as an offering and in an effort to get closer, and I brush his erection in the process. Holy shit, he’s bigger than I remember. It makes me want him more.
I pull back for a minute and he raises an eyebrow at me.
“These.” I grab the waist of his pants. “Off.”
His upper lip curves into a sexy grin. “You do it.”
I can’t tell if he’s issuing me a challenge or not. But if he thinks I’m not going to do it, he’s in for a surprise. I unbuckle his belt, but don’t remove it from his pants. Next, I undo the buttons at his waistband, and ever so slowly, I take his zipper down, making sure my fingers drag across the cotton and the bulge straining to be released. He sucks in a breath and I swallow my smile, loving his reaction to my touch.
I slowly stand once he’s kicked the pants off. “There,” I say. “That’s more like it.”
His eyes are dark and there’s a hunger in them I’ve never seen. A hunger for me. It seems too fantastical to be real. He’s watching me, studying me, and though I would expect to feel exposed, I only feel desired.
“But you know,” I say. “There’s one thing that I would like even more.”
“Do tell,” he says, his eyes never leaving me.
“I want to see all of you.” But instead of reaching for his boxer briefs, I hook my fingers on the waistband of my panties and ease them down over my hips. “So it’s only fair for you to see all of me.”
“My God, Anna,” he says when I’m completely undressed. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.” He takes a step toward me, but I shake my head and point to his boxer briefs. He stands up straight. “If you insist.”
“I really do.”
I’ve always considered Navin to be one of the most handsome men I’ve known. It’s not only my opinion, but one that has been shared via magazine covers and lists detailing the best-looking men in America for at least the last five years. Good thing they’ve never seen him naked because holy crap on a cracker, it should be a mortal sin for him to wear clothes.
“Better?” he asks and it’s a turn-on how unabashedly confident he is naked. It’s not anything any other man I’ve been with has even attempted, much less been able to pull off. But then again, nothing about Navin is like other guys.
“You’ll do,” I tease, not able or even really trying to keep the smile out of my tone.
He snorts. “I should have expected you to say something like that.” He doesn’t wait for a response before continuing. “What is it about you, Anna?”
I tilt my head, unsure what he’s talking about.
“What is it about you that captivates everyone you come into contact with? Why have thoughts of you haunted me all these years?”
“I don’t—" I start, but he holds up his hand to quiet me.
“That’s what makes it even more remarkable. The fact that you don’t know what I’m talking about. You’re totally oblivious to the effect you have on people.” He comes closer now and this time I don’t stop him. He gently takes me in his arms. “I think you’re the sexiest, most confident woman I’ve ever met. And right now I want you so bad, if I don’t get inside you soon, I might be the first recorded death due to blue balls.”
I run a finger down his cheek, his face scratchy with almost a full day’s growth. “It would be detrimental for my reelection chances for you to die while in my company. We’ll need to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
I turn around so he can watch my backside as I climb on top of the bed. Once I make it to the middle, I face him. “Are you going to join me?”
“I don’t have to,” he says, still looking at my backside.
“I thought if you didn’t get inside of me, you would die?”
“I might be willing to die if it means I can watch your ass some more,” he says, stroking himself and, though I’d have thought it to be damn near impossible, he grows even longer.
“We might have to go with that.” I eye his length. “I wasn’t aware you were carrying a concealed weapon in your pants every day. I think you had a growth spurt or five.”
“I would never