He touches me and all my senses attune to the spot he’s touching.

His scent intoxicates me and his lips are the wickedest thing I’ve ever encountered. My eyes drift shut, and I angle my head back, gripping his hair. It’s slicked back when he’s in public, but I love how it gets spiky when he’s been raking his fingers through it.

I pull on it and bring his head up and he chuckles softly, grabs my face in one hand, and presses his mouth firmly—firmly, decidedly—on mine.

I’m in a free fall, and his eyes are shining with lust and yearning before he takes my mouth in a harder kiss. Our tongues tangle, his tongue strong, wet, thirsty. I can’t stop myself from opening his jacket, feeling his muscles under his shirt. Perfectly delineated.

Every time we kiss feels like the first time, but this time feels like it’s the only time.

As I unbutton his shirt and see the flag pin on his jacket, I am reminded of what a huge difference he’s making, how small I am compared to the millions of people whose lives he’s affecting.

“Matt, I may not have foreseen that people could hear . . .”

“I don’t see anyone here but you and me,” he rasps, and boy is he really looking at me.

I’ve got so much desire I’m trembling.

He growls as if he’s thinking the same thing, lifts me, and his hands are grabbing my ass. My hands instantly curl around his shoulders.

“God, you little sexpot, you hot little thing . . . I can’t get enough of you.” He bites and tugs my lip, then fits his mouth perfectly to mine again. He smells delicious. Of cologne and him, and my stomach tumbles with butterflies as he tugs and rips off my thong.

“Matt,” I say, startled.

“What?” He grins, pressing me against the wall, bracing me there so he can ease his hand between us to caress my bare sex between our bodies.

I groan, pushing my hips against him. He grabs my breast and squeezes my nipple. He sucks it, making me shiver.

“Oh god.”

“I can’t do the first lady against the wall, where are my manners?”

“Oh god, just do me.” I grab his hair and pull his face to mine, kissing his jaw as he carries me to bed and lays me down on the center, leaning over me.

I shiver beneath his warm hand trailing along my tummy.

His eyes coast over me, taking me in. His lips graze across mine again, warm and silky. I part my lips and he dips his tongue inside. He groans and allows our tongues to play for a while as his hands wander up and down my curves, slowly, in no hurry, as if he can command time to stop for us and we now have all the time in the world.

He eases back to remove his shirt and looks at me.

“God, you belong in my bed. Look at you.”

I swallow, part laughing and part groaning.

I’m desperate for Matt, but I’m nervous to have sex with him again. I’m nervous because it means so much, it feels so gargantuan. He knows how I feel about him and I’ve been waiting for this moment for so many lonely nights, missing him. It’s the first time we’re together after he’s said he loves me.

“I’m nervous,” I breathe.

Standing back calmly, he slowly shrugs off his shirt, revealing those glorious muscles of his. “Why are you nervous?”

“It’s just that . . . you’re the president. I feel . . .”

“Don’t be nervous. I’m still the same.” Shirtless in his slacks, he reaches out to spread my arms up over my head and trace his hands down my sides.

I rock my hips, moaning.

He inhales a long breath, his eyes catching mine. “So beautiful.” He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me forward, seeming to lose control, crushing my lips beneath his so hard and with such passion my head is spinning.

I grab him for support and arch up against him, my breasts aching as I rub my fingers along the back of his strong neck.

Matt unbuckles his belt and unzips, then he strips off his pants, and I gasp, his hardness springing free.

As he spreads his large body over me, I groan and reach for him, out of control, and Matt leans his head to my breasts and the hardened tips of my nipples, sticking his tongue out to lave one, then the other, slowly circling his tongue around the peaks. He suctions, slipping his hand between my legs, into my opening. His fingers move inside me, first one, then two, and I arch and jerk from the pleasure.

“What do you want, beautiful?”

“I want you,” I pant.

He leans down and sucks on my shoulder, pulling me closer. “I’ve been dying to get inside you. I can’t forget what it feels like to move inside you, have you lose yourself beneath me.”

He parts my legs wider open.

“Matt,” I say, my tone sober. And his eyes widen in question.

“I stopped using the pill, since we . . . well, I went to Europe and . . .”

He reaches out to his nightstand, and then rips open a packet with his teeth. “Don’t worry. My staff is very adept at making sure their president has all he needs.”

He smirks as he rolls on a rubber and I get wetter just watching him. He strokes me between my legs, then sticks his wet finger into his mouth as he grabs his cock with his free hand and teases it along my entry.

We groan together, kissing without restraint as he curls my legs around him, his voice gruffer by the second.

He penetrates me, his erection thicker than ever, pushing me apart. I moan softly and rake my nails along his back as I thrust my hips up for more.

“Take me in, that’s right, Charlotte. That’s right, take me, beautiful.” He starts thrusting in and out with vigor, his muscles rippling beneath my hands, his breaths coming fast and hard as he sets a rhythm.

I cry out, so loud I’m afraid security outside might hear us, but I don’t care, and neither does Matt. He releases a gut-deep groan and pulls my hands over my head, fucking me harder and deeper, out of control and as if he wants to bury himself permanently inside of me, as if he wants to meld us into one.

I want him like a physical ache. I can’t stop running my hands over his arms, his shoulders, his chest.

He growls, “Come here,” and kisses me. Hard and with purpose. He starts slamming me full force—and I relish the taste of him again, the smell of him.

He sucks my breast again, and I take him, meeting every thrust with a rock of my hips in silent plea for more.

He slows the pace and pulls out, then rubs my clit under his thumb. I growl and he pushes his middle finger inside me, watching me. “So snug, and so wet and greedy.” He removes his finger, ready to fill me again.

I curl my legs tighter around him and lift my head, and press my mouth to his as he thrusts inside. And then he’s everywhere. Thrusting deep, tapping my heart as he withdraws and does it again.

I moan, he groans.

He’s the man I love and he’s fucking me like he means it, with strong, deliberate strokes that stretch me almost until I can’t bear it. I can feel in the way he moves, the way he touches me, bites me, licks me, that I wasn’t the only one dying for this.

He gives me a soul-wrecking kiss that makes me soar and I suck his tongue and use my thighs to bring him closer, our breaths exploding out at the same time as we arch to get closer and closer.

He thrusts harder, deeper, our eyes holding, our mouths crushing, our hands touching, our tongues tasting, our breaths barely enough to keep up.

I hear the slick sounds of him entering me, I’m so wet, and he’s so thick and hard and moving so fast, our bodies straining to get even closer.

“So good. So damn good I already want to do this again.”

“Yes,” I rasp.

Vision blurry with need. My mouth roaming his chest and neck and his hard jaw, the stubble there scraping my lips as I kiss him.

I’m shaking, needing, vulnerable, and he is oh so sexy.

I feel overwhelmed when he’s inside me, like I’m going to burst from what I’m feeling, connected with him, one with him—this man who’s never really given himself to anyone and is hesitant to let someone in. Who makes me want to claim him.

He pushes into me again, and the rumbling sounds leaving his throat tell me he’s just as ready to go off as I am. We fuck slower now, but just as passionately.

My body is snug around him and squeezing him, gripping him to keep him inside me. “Let me see you,” he says. “Come the fuck apart for me.” He looks down at me and kisses me, commanding my lips as he rubs my tongue with his and rubbing my clit with his thumb as he thrusts up deep against my G-spot. “Come.”