Sighing in defeat, she said, “I’ve lived in this city all my life, just a mile from the Capitol, but I don’t really know what goes on there.”

“I could tell you.”

“I wanted to be able to talk to you about it,” she said with a shy glance that staggered him. “I wanted to know what your day would be like.”

His heart galloped in his chest as he brushed his lips over hers. “I love you,” he whispered and was thrilled when her mouth opened under his to welcome him in. Her injured arms encircled his neck, and Nick sank into the kiss. “So what did you learn?” he asked many minutes later as he sprinkled kisses over her face.

“That a filibuster is a technique used to prolong debate in order to stop or postpone a vote,” she said with a proud smile. “I’ve always wondered what that was.” Her smile transformed into the coy grin he loved so much. “Do you think you’ll ever get to filibuster?”

“I don’t know,” he said, laughing. “I suppose if desperate times call for desperate measures…”

With an exaggerated shudder, she said, “Oh, that’s so sexy, imagining my man hijacking the Senate floor with his eloquent rhetoric. But you know what’s not sexy?”

Reveling in being referred to as her man, he nuzzled her neck. “What’s that?”

Shifting onto her side to face him, she rested her hand on his chest. “Seersucker Thursday,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

“What?” He feigned offense. “You don’t think I’ll look hot in my seersucker suit?”

The hand caressing his chest stilled. “You aren’t serious.”

“I want the full experience, babe. Besides, it’s a tradition, a harbinger of spring.”

“Seersucker is seriously not sexy.”

“It will be on me.”

“A little full of yourself, aren’t you?”

“I’m just saying.” He hooked his leg over her hip to tug her in close to him.

“I won’t be seen with you.”

Cupping her breast, he rolled her nipple between his fingers. “Yes, you will.”

“No way.”

“Other than getting shot at, how was your first day, Lieutenant?”

As he toyed with her nipple, her eyes fluttered closed. “Fine. Nothing special. And don’t try to change the subject.”

“You want to talk about Congress some more?”

“Just one more thing.” She rolled on to her back and brought him with her.

“What?” he asked, breathless with wanting her as he hovered over her, mindful of her injuries.

With a big grin, she raised her hips and pressed against his erection. “Fill her, buster.”

Laughing, he did as she asked.

Chapter 9