Nick moved so he was on top of her, looking down at her with those eyes she loved so much. “I’m so sorry for putting you through this. If I’d had any idea, I never would’ve—”

Sam pulled him into a kiss that she hoped would clear his mind of every thought except for how much she loved him. She angled her hips and took him in without giving way on the kiss.

“Samantha... You have to let me apologize.”

“I’d much rather you made love to me.”

“I can do both,” he said, as he pressed deeper into her. “You’ve told me before I’m an excellent multi-tasker.”

That he could make her laugh as he made her burn was proof that he was indeed a master multi-tasker.

He kissed her softly as he moved in her and above her. “I love you even more than I did a month ago, if that’s possible, and I’m so sorry for putting you through this.”

“Mmm.” Carried away by his sweet words as much as the aching tension that grew and multiplied with every thrust, Sam dug her fingers into his back, holding on as he began to move faster. “Love you too. So much. You have no idea.”

“Yes,” he whispered, his breath on her neck giving her goose bumps. “Yes, I do. I’ve felt it every day for a year.”

In the ultimate irony, he’d be sworn in on the one-year anniversary of the day John O’Connor was murdered—the same day they’d reconnected. But Sam couldn’t focus on anything but the incredible heat of her husband’s body on top of hers, the rough abrasion of her nipples against his chest, the bite of his whiskers on her skin, the rush of love and desire that had her crying out when she reached the peak suddenly and almost without warning.

“Christ,” he said as he went with her, pushing into her and then falling into her embrace.

Sam buried her fingers in his hair and held him tight to her chest, wanting him all to herself for one more minute. Just one more...

“We were loud,” he said after a long moment of silence.

“He’s still asleep.”

“Or so you hope.”

“Or so I hope. He’s going to be scarred for life living with us.”

“No, he won’t. He’ll see what true love is, and he’ll know what to look for in his own life.”

“You’ve still got a way with words, Senator.” She took a bite of his shoulder because it was right there and it looked good to her. “What’ll I call you now?”

He startled from the bite, which reminded her he was still lodged inside her, as if she could ever forget. “Um, how about Nick?”

“I was thinking Mr. Vice President or maybe just sir.”