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“Um. I didn’t know that.”

He slowly let my leg down and I tried not to whimper when his dick slipped free. He chuckled and leaned forward, kissing my neck where his hand had just been. Before he pulled back, his tongue touched the skin there. Nice. Another kiss below my ear, my cheek, then my lips. It wasn’t as long and wet like the others. It was gentle and sweet. A touch of his mouth but it was no less powerful. I was so screwed.

“Grab the soap and I’ll wash you.”

His request pulled me back from whatever dream world I’d been living in. Hell no, he wasn’t washing me. Not only, hell no, fuck no. Sex up against a wall was one thing. He couldn’t touch my scars while my back was pressed to the tile behind me. And with us so close, he probably couldn’t see the ones on my abdomen clearly.

What the fuck had I done? Now that the fog had disappeared I realized that once he stepped away, I’d be on full display. How was I supposed to get out of the shower unseen?

“Whoa. Tatiana. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“Nothing.”

Wrong answer. The lips that had gently kissed me moments ago were two hard flat lines. His jaw flexed. His brows pulled together.

“Do. Not. Bullshit. Me. Not even five minutes ago I had my dick inside of you and you panting your orgasm in my mouth. Then I got the sweetest look I’d ever seen. You don’t get to put that hand back up and bullshit me.”

“You’re unbelievable. You think because you had your dick inside of me, you get to boss me around? And demand I tell you my every thought?”

“No, Doll, I get to demand that because when we were done your face said it all. Told me everything your mouth won’t. So I’m asking you again. What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

The last part of his question deserved an answer. “You didn’t hurt me.”

“So tell me why your face went from soft and relaxed to high alert?”

“No reason. Brooks. Damn. There’s nothing wrong. I don’t need you to wash me, I just want to get out.”

Wrong thing to say, again. His gaze became knowing and I involuntarily stiffened. So much for acting unaffected. He knew exactly what I’d been thinking.

“I don’t care about your scars.”

Punch to the stomach.

“Well, I do,” I snapped.

“Baby, you are absolutely gorgeous.”

“Save the bullshit, Brooks. You already got in my pants. No need to sweet talk me.”

“Honest to God, woman. Honest to God. I thought you had a chip on your shoulder. I was wrong. You have a fucking boulder sitting there. Do you really think I need to sweet talk you? Do I look like I need to blow smoke up a woman’s ass to get laid?”

Jerk. Arrogant prick.

“Right. Badboy, hot guy, Brooks doesn’t have a problem getting laid. I bet there’s no shortage of women who would love a roll with you.”

His eyes narrowed into tiny slits. “You’d be correct. There is no shortage. However, women throwing themselves at me to say they’d been laid by a SEAL long ago lost its appeal. I do not go around saying flowery shit, in hopes to get my dick wet. I’m going to tell you this one more time. You are hot as fuck. When you forget to be a bitch, you’re beautiful. And right after you come, when your face is lazy, and your eyes are gentle, you are by far the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. So you can spew your venom and try and pollute what we just shared, but it will not change the fact that the scars on your back take nothing away from you. As far as I see it, they tell me more about the woman you are. And, Doll, I like what they say.”

Once he was done verbally beating me into a bloody pulp, he left the shower, grabbed a towel, and was out of the bathroom. Shit. It took me two point five seconds to feel like a complete bitch, and seconds more to mourn the loss of his presence. I hadn’t even had the chance to appreciate all of his finely-sculpted muscles and the fact that he’d made me feel more desirable in the short time we were together than any man, ever.

I owed him an explanation.

I finished my shower and quickly dried off and went into the bedroom. He was gone. Of course he was, I’d been a royal asshole to him—again. I found the clothes I’d had on before we went out on the unsuccessful op and went in search of the guys. Okay, I went looking for Brooks, but if he was already out talking with the team, I’d missed my chance to apologize to him.

I found them in the living area lounging on the two well-worn large sofas. All eyes came to me and suddenly I was very aware there was a possibility they’d heard us having sex in the shower. Declan was on the phone and he was the first to look away, but the other four stared.