“I know that, too.”
But she doesn’t step back. “We shouldn’t…”
“Probably not.”
“There are a hundred reasons why this is a bad idea.”
I do what I’ve been craving to do for years and run the back of my fingers over the side of her face.
“At least.”
Her breath catches.
“So why aren’t you walking away?”
I slowly reach out and brush a strand of hair away from her face, my fingertips grazing her cheek.
“Because you haven’t asked me to, love.”
Lina’s eyes flutter closed for a second. And when they reopen, they’re darker, fucking hot.
She whispers, “I should tell you to go back inside and forget any of this ever happened.”
I cup the side of her face, running my calloused thumb over her soft skin, close enough that our breaths mingle. “Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
She lightly shakes her head into my touch. “No.” The word comes out shaky. Honest. “It’s really, really not.”
Fuck it.
I close the distance between us. My hand slides into her hair, cupping the back of her head. The other one finds her waist, pulling her flush against me. And then my mouth is on hers.
Fucking finally.
Lina Kane tastes sweet. So fucking sweet… Her lips are full and soft, parting under mine, and when her tongue touches mine, I fucking groan, because I’ve been fucking starving for her.
All those years of watching her through screens, imagining this exact moment, and the reality is so much better than the fantasy. She’s warm and soft in my arms, her lush body pressed against mine, her fingers gripping the lapels of my jacket like she’s afraid I’ll disappear.
I kiss her deeper, harder. My hand tightens at her waist, pulling her closer, and she makes a sound against my mouth, a soft, desperate little moan that shoots straight to my dick.
Mine.
The thought crashes through me, primal and fierce.
Mine. She’s mine.
I back her up against the railing, caging her in with my body. She arches into me, her hands sliding up my chest, into my hair. Her nails scrape against my scalp and I fuckinggrowl… What the hell is happening to me?!
“Madam President?”
We spring apart.
Fuck.
A secret service agent is standing in the doorway, face carefully blank.
“They’re about to serve coffee, ma’am.”
Lina is breathing hard, her chest heaving, her lips swollen from my mouth. She looks… fucking beautiful.
