Page 24 of Jameson

Dragging in a deep breath, I pressed the door lock. The door slid open.

And there he was, filling the door frame with his big, muscular body. He was wearing cargo pants and a black T-shirt.

I felt another pull low in my belly.

He cocked his head. “Are you all right?”

“Fine. I’m fine.Totallyfine.”

His brow creased. “Your face is flushed. Are you sick?”

“No.” God, I was about to die from embarrassment. I couldn’t tell him that I’d just orgasmed, thinking of him. “Still warm from the shower.” I realized he was carrying two steaming mugs.

“You’re not okay. I knew you’d worry about Frankie, and about the guys you lost. I brought you hot chocolate. Your favorite.”

I smiled and waved a hand for him to enter. “You know me too well.”

He walked in and handed me a mug. He took a chair while I sat on the bed. He made my quarters seem tiny.

“I do know your weakness for chocolate,” he said.

“I haven’t seen much of you lately.” I sipped. Mmm, the chocolate was so good. “Maybe I’d gotten over my chocolate obsession.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “We’ve both been busy, and I knew you had a boyfriend taking up the rest of your time.” The corner of his lips twitched. “I don’t think you’ll ever get over your chocolate obsession.”

I reached out and touched his knee. “I know we’ve been busy with work, but I always have time for my friends.”

An unreadable look crossed his face. “Friends. Always.” He nodded at the mug. “Drink your chocolate.”

I leaned back and moaned. “It’s so good. Thank you.” I looked up and froze.

The look on his face… His gaze was locked on my lips.

Pure heat hit my belly. “Jameson?” I whispered.

He jolted, then quickly sipped his own drink. “I just wanted to come and tell you that the guys you lost, it’s not your fault. You’re not to blame. The monster is the one at fault.”

I sighed. “Logically, I know that. My heart just hasn’t caught up yet. And I’m really worried about Frankie. She’s a good friend.”

He took my hand. “North is the best. He should be a practicing doctor, not on Hunter Squad.”

“He loves Hunter Squad. He loves being a doctor, but he also loves being a soldier.”

Jameson nodded.

“Poor Travis and Sam.” Tears welled again and I dashed them away. “Sorry, I don’t usually cry.”

“Hey.” He reached out and set our drinks down. Then he pulled me onto his lap.

He was so warm, and I pressed my face to his strong neck. I wanted to absorb him. How long had it been since someone had held me like this? Toby certainly hadn’t.

“I’ve got you, Greer.” His big hand ran up my back.

The tears fell and I leaned into him. I cried quietly, letting all the fear and grief out.

Thankfully, the crying jag didn’t last long. Soon, I was just aware of him. Hot and hard beneath me.

I lifted my head. “Sorry about that.”

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