"This . . . is slow." He cups my face and kisses me again, his tongue plunging into my mouth. "I missed you. See, two months without you was two months too long. I don"t want another day where I don"t see this face. That smile. It has to be here somewhere." He peers down at my lips, tugging the corners with his thumbs.
"Matt, stop."
He smiles as I laugh softly-and his smile begins to fade.
The way he stares at my mouth makes me tremble deep inside.
A quiet intensity creeps into his eyes-and they blaze with heat. With emotion. With a possessiveness I"ve never, ever seen there to this degree. Until now. Sixty-eight days after seeing him last.
Sixty-eight days where I thought I couldn"t even breathe knowing I"d lost him. That I could never, ever have him.
My s.e.x ripples.
I groan and I pull him close as he gathers me in his arms.
His mouth is hot and wet and more possessive than it"s ever been, fitting perfectly over mine.
He pulls me closer. I"m shivering on his lap, wanting him to never take his mouth away.
I"m a normal girl. One who fell in love when she shouldn"t have. I"m a daughter, a friend, a working girl. I know my name, somewhere in the back of my mind, but I can"t really remember it. Not now, when the heat of his mouth is working over mine.
We"re starved for each other. My nails sink into the muscles of his back.
Matt"s body shifts beneath me, hard, as he runs his hands over my body as if memorizing every contour, squeezing and shaping my every muscle.
"I want you in the White House. I want you wherever I am." He"s breathing hard, his voice thick. I"m panting as I kiss his jaw, missing this, missing him.
"I want you coming all over the president"s c.o.c.k, you little wanton. You delicious little kitten, huh."
He palms my s.e.x, stroking a finger along my opening over the fabric of my slacks. I mewl softly, grabbing his hard shoulders for support. "Don"t . . ." I warm as pleasure shoots across my body-through every nerve and muscle and atom. "I want you . . . too much . . ." A groan leaves me.
He smiles and kisses me a little harder and doesn"t stop. He rubs me over my slacks a little faster. I clutch my arms tighter around his neck and push my hips up to his hand, losing it.
"Who are you coming for? Huh? Tell me now," he presses.
I tell him who.
The president of the United States.
My love.
5.
PRESS CONFERENCE.
Charlotte There"s excitement in the air of the White House press room as Matt addresses the reporters. Several dozen flashes snap as he stands at the podium.
"I realize this is a little unorthodox. Usually the president of the United States is married, which I"m not, or has a close family member acting as first lady; in my case that also won"t be the case. I"ve asked a woman whom I"ve come to deeply respect and admire for many reasons-among them, her pa.s.sion for this country that equals mine, and a heart as big as that smile she"s now wearing. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the Acting First Lady of the United States of America, Charlotte Wells."
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Matt motions me to the podium.
Cameras keep snapping. I marvel that I can walk-with Matt"s direct gaze on me, with the whole room"s eyes on me. I marvel how I can act composed. How I can manage to open my mouth and say what I rehea.r.s.ed with Lola, the press secretary, just an hour ago.
"Thank you, Mr. President." I inhale his scent as he pa.s.ses me, and I cling to it for strength. I make eye contact with as many sitting reporters as possible even though it makes me doubly nervous. "I"m honored to be standing here. I"m not ashamed to admit when Matt-the president-asked me to take on this task, I didn"t think I could possibly say yes. Turns out it"s not easy to decline the president, especially this one . . ."
I shoot him a look, and when he raises one eyebrow, there"s laughter, and my nerves start easing.
"And although I still feel completely undeserving to be standing here, I will do my best and more than that to represent our country as best I can and do justice to President Hamilton"s presidency. Thank you."
Applause. "Miss Wells-!"
"Miss Wells, could you give us any specifics on the kind of relationship you and the president-"
Lola takes my place behind the podium and murmurs, "No questions at this time, thank you."
And with that, she wraps up the press conference and I follow Matt out of the room.
"That went well, Miss Wells! Now if you"ll review the schedule-Oh! Mr. President."
My chief of staff steps back when she realizes Matt is still there, and we walk together down the hall, his gaze on his chief of staff, who seems to be waiting for him at the end.
"You looked great out there." His eyes slide to mine.
The impact of feeling his eyes on me never seems to diminish.
"Probably because I was standing next to you."
"Trust me, I had nothing to do with it." His eyes start twinkling.
"I expected a little booing, really. But they love you so much that anything you do, they"d agree with."
"No, they wouldn"t." His eyes rove over my features. "But whoever said Americans don"t have exquisite taste was very, very wrong." He raises both his brows meaningfully, and even that maddening smile he wears, just a little arrogant, is s.e.xy beyond belief.
There"s so much intimacy in his gaze, I"m transported to our nights together-his kisses, his words.
I want him to touch me. I want to touch him. But something as simple as a touch would cause an uproar and a scandal-that"s not what we want his first months in the White House to be about.
He leaves me with a smile and heads off, his chief of staff already listing a thousand things on his plate, and I sort of have trouble moving my eyes away from his retreating back-and how well he looks in that suit-to the woman before me.
"So if you"d like to review your duties as first lady," she"s saying as she leads me to my wing, "it"s really up to you how much you want to get involved, but if you"d like to be very active, there"s always the menus to look at, the social events to plan and host . . ."
Waiting naked in the president"s bedroom, I think to myself, aware of a warmth flooding my cheeks as I do. No. That can come later. We need to be sure about what we"re doing first.
I don"t want to fail this country, or my parents, or myself. Or Matt.
I sleep alone in the Queens" Bedroom. So aware of Matt-the president-just across the hall. I hear him walk into his room late at night. I tiptoe to my door, sort of listening as I decide whether I should go see him.
Touch him. Kiss him.
I"m pressing my ear to the door when I hear footsteps approach.
My breath catches, and I quickly hurry back to my bed and slip under the covers as the door opens. Matt looms in my doorway. I hear the door click shut and his figure walking in the shadows.
I prop myself up on my arms, alarmed. "You can"t spend the night-the staff will talk, and it"s too soon to give the media the gossip-fest they"ll get with this."
He lowers himself into a chair by the window, feet away from the bed.
I frown. "What are you doing?"
"Looking at you."
6.
TODAY SHOW.
Charlotte "Today we are honored to welcome the first lady on the Today Show, Miss Charlotte Wells!
"Miss Wells, you were surprised when President Hamilton asked you to act as first lady?"
"Very."
"Why were you surprised?"
"I don"t own a pretty pair of white gloves."
Laughter.
"The country was feeling pretty disappointed when hopes of a romance between then candidate Hamilton and yourself seemed dispelled. Any dirty secrets between yourself and President Hamilton, breadcrumbs for the crowd?"
"Oh, I do have a few. Mainly I just like looking at him. In a very professional way."
Laughter.
"You"re very refreshing. And President Hamilton seems to enjoy looking back at you, Miss Wells. Here"s for us to keep hoping."
A hot little blush runs up my body as I think of last night. I slept like a baby, feeling him close. Though I woke up to find his chair empty, I could smell him on my pillow. And I wonder if he spooned me during the night.
"I"m fully committed to my role as first lady, as he is to being the president," I force myself to say.
I go out of the filming studio to screams and placards raised.
I laugh and wave, biting back a smile as I"m led to the car by Stacey, one of the agents appointed to protect me.
She climbs into the back of the car with me and we head off in one of the presidential limos.
"What just happened?" I ask her.
"You"re America"s sweetheart. They love you, miss."
"Charlotte," I correct. I stare wide-eyed out the window, never having imagined the people would embrace me like this.
Matt "The first lady on the Today Show," Dale says.
I walk forward, lean on the couch, and watch her.
"She"s the darling of the country," Dale adds.
I watch the TV as she blows them away, every single person she walks by. "Look at you," I purr.
7.