“I-I—” I glanced away, unable to handle the intensity of his gaze. The room was heating up, and it had nothing to do with the steam billowing out of the shower. I couldn’t believe he’d had the balls to call me on my lie. Though, why would I expect anything less? He’d never been one to back down. And despite the fact that we’d just met, he knew me. He could read me—better than anyone.
His feet came into view, and he placed his finger beneath my chin, lifting. “Are you having second thoughts about last night?”
“What?” I frowned. “No. I’m just—” I closed my eyes and took a shuddering breath. “I’m afraid you might.”
He barked out a laugh. “Regret a night of amazing sex with a beautiful woman? Right.”
“I’m sorry. I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything. I mean—we met online. And now…you’re here. And you’re—”
“I’m…?”
“Well, you. You’re hot and amazing at sex. You’re caring. And for some reason I can’t quite make out—you seem to like me.”
He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me closer. “Oh, I definitely like you.” His erection dug into me, and he gave me a look that burned with desire. “Have I not made it clear just how much I like you?” He ground against me, and I was hit with a strong pang of need.
I laughed, burying my face in his chest. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Perhaps I need to show you again.” He flashed me a mischievous grin.
“Perhaps you do,” I said as he pushed the shirt off my shoulders, allowing it to pool on the floor.
We spent the rest of the day in the shower, in bed, on the couch, trying to prove just how much we liked each other.
“So,” he said, twirling my hair around his finger later that afternoon. I was resting on his chest, enjoying the sight of this sexy man in my bed. I still couldn’t believe it. “Any remaining doubts about how much I like you?”
I laughed. “No. And I think I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”
“I’ll just have to kiss it better.” He smiled, his dimple making an appearance. How could one man be both adorable and incredibly sexy? His smile melted my heart, even as his naughty words heated my core.
“Hmm. That sounds nice.” I fell back on the bed, my body buzzing happily after my latest orgasm.
He shifted beside me and groaned a little. I turned to look at him. “You okay?”
“My knee’s just a little stiff. It’ll be fine.”
I rolled to my side to face him, pulling the sheets up over my breasts. “Crap. I totally forgot about your knee. I’m so sorry.”
He continued to stare at the ceiling, but a smile played at his lips. “I’m not.”
“Still—” I smoothed my hand over his chest, tracing his insane muscles. “We should take it easy tomorrow. I’d hate to be the cause of any further damage.”
He chuckled, though it lacked mirth. “It might not matter anyway.”
I frowned. “What does that mean?”
He grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together, holding it over his heart. “I might be on desk duty permanently.”
“What? Why? I thought you said your knee was healing nicely.” I frowned, trying to make sense of it.
“It is, but…” He continued to stare at the ceiling, but I could see his struggle. See him battling with himself. “I fucked up on the last mission.”
I stayed silent, giving him a minute to process his thoughts. In the past, he’d shared some about his work, but mostly in general terms. I sensed this was different.
“We were supposed to be protecting an ambassador and his family. But his son was…” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “His son was a piece of work.”
“What happened?” I whispered, almost scared to hear the answer.
“I was ninety-nine percent sure he was abusing his wife and daughter. And when I witnessed it firsthand, I lost it. I nearly killed him and ended up with a bullet in my leg.”
