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“Wake up, Doll.”

I opened my eyes and snuggled closer to Brooks. Every muscle in my body was deliciously sore. When Brooks had told me he was going to remind me how much I liked “other parts” of him, he wasn’t lying. The second we’d gotten into the bedroom, he set about making sure I’d never in this lifetime forget. Not that I needed the reminder, but again, I wasn’t dumb enough to pass up three really great orgasms.

“Morning,” I mumbled against his chest.

My hand that had been resting on his pecs near where my cheek was pressed started roaming. If I was awake, I might as well cop a feel. He was warm, and smooth, and hard. His chest and abdomen completely bare of any hair. Which was strange because he had thick, dark leg hair that tickled my skin as I rubbed our legs together under the sheet. His forearms also had a smattering of hair, enough that it obscured some of the tattoos he had there. They all were military-related; a flag, eagle, old-style black powder gun, a faceless warrior.

Brooks slowly rolled me to my back. All thoughts of tattoos and lack of chest hair flew out the window as he loomed over me. He brushed my hair away from my face and stared down at me.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, still not used to this big, strong, handsome man giving me compliments.

“I think we need to talk.”

Without permission, my eyes closed and my body stiffened. Oh, no. How had I read the situation so wrong? We’d agreed neither of us wanted complicated and I’d stupidly allowed myself to start having feelings for him. I was so, so foolish. Why would I ever think a man like Brooks would be interested in anything more than a little fun on a mission? I was easy. A convenient lay. I knew I shouldn’t have allowed myself to believe when he told me otherwise.

“Stop.” His voice was no longer rough with sleep.

“I’m not doing anything, Brooks.”

“Yes, you are. I’ve lost you again. You’ve gone back into the fucked-up place in your head where you think the worst.”

“It’s not fucked-up. We don’t need to have any talk. I get it.”

“Really? What exactly do you get?”

He nudged my thighs farther apart and settled himself into the cradle of my hips. There was no way I wanted to have this conversation lying in bed naked with him. I needed to be fully clothed and standing. Actually, I preferred to have this conversation never.

I still hadn’t answered him when I felt his hand move between us, not stopping until it was between my legs.

“Mm. Wet already,” he groaned. “Tell me what you get, Doll.”

How embarrassing.

His hand disappeared and the broad head of his dick was now pushing inside of me.

“Do you get that things have changed?”

He pushed in a little more.

“Do you get that shit got complicated?”

He was inching his way inside of me and it was frustrating as hell. I lifted my hips, trying to get him to give me more, but he pulled back.

“Answer me, Tatiana.”

“Yes, I get it.”

He slammed home and my breath was caught in my throat. Damn, he felt good.

“Why aren’t you moving?” I complained.

“Do you get that this got serious before we left Bahrain?”

I was having a hard time comprehending what he was saying.

“What?”