Chapter 3-3
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“…tomorrow we might freeze to death. Or Cornelia might have me killed.” She allowed her own hands to admire the softness of his beard, his strong jaw, and trace down over his very nice chest.
“Or Daniel might convince the President to send me on an extended tour of darkest Florida to be eaten by alligators.” He mumbled into her ear.
“Don’t miss Disney World as you head south. It’s great fun,” she loosened his tie, slipped it off his head, and at an opportune moment, slid it over hers.
“I was thinking more of Wolf Creek Pass.” He removed her blouse and the b*a followed quickly after. His lightest touch made her want more, his caresses were intense enough to unbalance her soul.
“What’s that?” Anne had the sneaking suspicion that they weren’t going to make it the last few steps to the bed.
“Ski area,” he’d knelt and mumbled through his first kiss, which was between her breasts. “First to open in Colorado every year. Great place for Arctic training.”
“Sounds cold,” it would be if the room weren’t so warm because the rest of her clothes had disappeared while she was appreciating this shoulder of the former soldier now kneeling before her.
“Lodge has hot cocoa and greasy French fries in front of a big fireplace.”
“I’ve never skied, so I’ll wait for you in the lodge. Greasy fries sound good,” she knelt as well and tipped her head back to give him better access as his lips explored her shoulder. She wasn’t in the mood for waiting for anything. She had thought they’d have a slow, loving experience. But the only reason she didn’t drag him to the floor was that he was now headed there and dragging her down with him. She leaned down over him as he finally lay exposed in a patch of moonlight, seeking the kiss they’d never quite gotten around to.
He stopped her an inch away, holding her easily aloft with a hand on each shoulder.
She again tried to close the narrow gap that separated them, but still he resisted.
“You’ve never skied?”
“I’ve also never bedded a Vice President of the United States. So let me go if you want to be the first.” She leaned in again, but still he kept them easily separated.
“You have to have skied.”
“I’ve also never flown a fighter jet or swum across an ocean. Is that going to make you cast me from your bedroom?” He was working his way toward a sharp nudge in the ribs.
“We’ll have to fix that you’ve never skied,” the moonlit expression on his face remained serious. “It’s important.”
“Why? To see how fast I can turn into an icicle?”
“No,” he brushed one hand down from her shoulder, over her breast and hip sending a shiver of need through her. “Because it is the only thing I can see standing between you and perfection.”
With the same easy strength that he’d used to keep her at bay, he pulled her in, and she didn’t fight him one tiny little bit. Perfection was about the farthest thing from Anne Darlington, but if this beautiful man wanted to believe otherwise, she’d do her best to convince him that he was right.
She also had been right the first time. Making love to Vice President Zachary Thomas for the first time was neither a hot nor fast event. It was slow, gentle, and made her feel as if maybe, just maybe, she had discovered a small corner of perfection herself.
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