The ladies stopped next to the couch and he stood.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Major Grant.” Fatima laid her hand over her heart and bowed her head briefly. “Dr. Tuska informed me you and Ms. France are departing soon.”
“Yes. The day after tomorrow.”
“Then I wish you both a safe journey home.”
“Thank you,” he said.
Emme walked Fatima to the door where they hugged. She came back to the couch after closing the door behind Fatima. “Is everything alright?”
He sat and pulled her down next to him. “Yeah. Why?”
“You looked stressed when we came out of the room.”
“Got an email from my sergeant. The new L.T. Is making his life hell.”
“Isn’t that what lieutenants are supposed to do?”
He smirked. “Yeah.”
Her eyes searched his face. “Anything else?”
He shook his head. No need to unload on her. She was dealing with her own issues. “Parker said to watch the news on BBC at six tonight. You want to order room service or go out after?”
“We can eat downstairs. Any idea why he wants us to watch?”
He shook his head. “Nope. Jared said he had something in the works and to watch the news.” He pulled her across his lap so she straddled him again. “What were we doing before we were interrupted?”
“Um.” She pursed her lips and lowered her gaze.
“What?”
She averted her gaze.
He wiggled her hips. “Emme. What?”
“I’m a little sore,” she whispered.
He pulled his lips between his teeth, forcing down the urge to bang on his chest and roar. It might make him a Neanderthal, but he was oddly satisfied that he’d fucked her so well she was sore. He trailed the back of his fingers across the side of her neck and watched goose bumps form on her skin. “How about if we make out like horny teenagers?”
Sliding her hands up his chest and around his neck, she leaned forward. “Hmm. Well, I was definitely a horny teenager,” she said against his lips.
“Yeah?” The skin under the hem of her shirt was warm and smooth. His entire hand could span her back.
She trailed her lips across his cheek. “I had the worst crush on you in middle school.”
Shivers shot down his spine when she pulled his earlobe between her teeth. “Just middle school?” His voice sounded low, even to him. He palmed her breasts, rubbing her hard nipples through the material of her bra.
A groan rumbled deep in her throat and her breath fanned across his cheek. Soft hands skimmed under his shirt. “Maybe high school too, but you weren’t around as much then.”
Because he’d spent most summers avoiding her.
The tips of her fingers traced up his abs to his chest, leaving her own trail of goose bumps in their wake. “All the girls at school were jealous that my older brother was your best friend. They all tried to find out when you’d be at my house so they could invite themselves over.”
He nipped the edge of her jaw. “I always wondered why there were so many girls at your house.”
“They wanted to be where I am right now.” She rolled her hips.
