He pulled back just enough to look into her face. He couldn’t see much through the shadows. “Are you all right?”
“I... think so.”
“Just look up at the stars, and breathe slowly and deeply.”
She did as he requested. He dropped his gaze to her delicate neck. He’d love nothing more than to kiss her smooth skin right now.
After a few silent minutes of her breathing deeply, and him fighting the tempting thoughts in his head, she lowered her gaze to look at him. A smile stretched across her face.
“I feel better now. I guess you really are my hero.”
His heart softened. “My sweet Tyger. Don’t you know I’d leap over tall buildings in a single bound and fight off villains for you? There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, my love.”
“Oh, Brad.” Her fingers breezed across his cheek. “I love how protected I feel when I’m with you. I love how you make me feel so special. And I love...”
Just then, the lights came on. Silently, he cussed. If only his father had waited a few more seconds, she would have realized she loved him. He was sure of it.
“The lights are on.” Sighing, she pulled out of his arms.
He wanted to bring her back against him and hear her heartbeat, and feel her warm breath against his face. But now she fidgeted as she slowly moved away from him. Apparently, his wish hadn’t come true at all.
FIFTEEN
Breanna hadn’t beenable to catch her breath since last night with Brad. She’d almost told Brad she loved him. Why would she do that? She really needed more time to figure out her feelings for Brad. If she wanted him just because Tom was being a jerk, that wouldn’t be fair to Brad. She definitely didn’t want to hurt him.
She sat at her desk at work, staring at the computer screen. Once again, she couldn’t concentrate. Brad had filled her thoughts so often since she met him, and she couldn’t decipher her own feelings.
Or could she?
She’d lain awake most of the night thinking about Brad and thinking about the wonderful things he’d done for her. He had made her feel like a woman. Tom had never accomplished that. Brad had made her laugh, and she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind with him. Not Tom. She was afraid of his temper. And Brad had made her feel beautiful. Never in her life had anyone made her feel pretty. Especially not Tom.
Brad was a wonderful man no matter how her mind tried to argue. Sure, the billionaire didn’t have a regular job unless it was modeling and partying, but he was a kind and loving man. Perhaps he just needed a reason to settle down and become responsible. If only she knew more about how he made his money. And, of course, Brad did say he had feelings for her.
She didn’t dare hope for things that were impossible, but she couldn’t deny that Brad just might change.
“Hey, Breanna?”
