Tariq kept a hand on the small of her back as they walked toward Bay E. In fact, he hadn’t stopped touching her since they’d left his quarters, and he’d almost ripped a guy’s arm off for standing too close to her in the lift. His overreaction should have annoyed her, or maybe even scared her, but she found it kind of sweet. “For the hundredth time, Tariq, I’m fine.” She felt a little sore, but in a good way, and that would likely pass by the end of the day. “Hey.” Pulling him to a stop, she grinned as seductively as she knew how and crooked a finger for him to come closer. When he did, she captured his lips in a slow, sensual kiss filled with promises of more to come later. “You were very good to me, Mr. Navarra, and I promise, I’m perfectly happy.” With a rumble that sounded suspiciously like a purr, Tariq pushed her back against the wall and slid his hands beneath the hem of her shirt. “Kiss me again.” Happy to oblige, Cami stood on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck and slanted their mouths together once again.
