Fearless Hero

Fucking Dan.

CHAPTER 11

Autumn

I was deep in thought, immersed in the books and notes in front of me. The library was quiet, which enabled me to fully focus on the pages filled with a lot of complex paragraphs. The exam date was approaching, and I was getting more nervous. Dan had been a nice distraction for a while, but now I needed to focus again.

But that was hard to do with Brady staring at me, his eyes practically boring a hole in my head.

It wasn’t my fault nothing had happened since that first night. We hadn’t known what we were doing from there, and for now, I had to accept that. But I could tell Brady wasn’t okay with it.

I hadn’t even noticed him approaching me until he stopped directly before me. My heart skipped a beat as his eyes penetrated into me, stealing the air out of my lungs. I was reminded once more how sexy and gorgeous he was.

My body heated from the memory of our first night in the safe house.

It had felt so good. Too good…

Ugh, Autumn. Focus.

“We need to talk,” he said and suddenly grabbed me by my upper arm.

“What? What’s going on?”

“We need some privacy.”

He pulled me into an empty study room and locked the door behind him. I looked around, confused, wondering if there was a problem. There were several armchairs and tables around the small room, surrounded with bookshelves filled with various books.

“Brady, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

He exhaled, a distinct look of frustration on his face. Abruptly, he closed the distance between us. “Look,” he said, “there’s something I need to tell you. I know it’s crazy and all, especially since I’m your bodyguard and any personal relationship between us is strictly forbidden, but I can’t help it.”

I stopped breathing, impatiently waiting for his next words.

“I feel something for you, Autumn.”

“Brady…” I let a small sigh out, trying to calm my racing heartbeat, but it was impossible.

He wasn’t indifferent toward me. Just like me, he felt something that was stronger than our reasoning. Stronger than just sexual chemistry.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he continued. “Since that first night I met you, actually. You blew my mind. And then I saw you again and I was more attracted to you than ever. When that man pulled a gun on your father, I thought I was going to lose my shit. I was so worried about you.”

He moved and stopped directly in front of me, leaving only inches between us before he leaned in.

His warm breath caressed my lips, creating tingles and a churning desire in the pit of my stomach. He smelled so good. I just wanted to forget all the obstacles between us.

He brought his hand to my cheek and caressed it, making me melt.

I needed his touch. I needed him to make me feel all those breathtaking sensations he’d evoked in me in Turkey and in the safe house.

“When I saw that guy earlier, I was so jealous. I don’t want anyone to approach you. I want you all for myself,” he murmured.

Throbbing, I clenched my thighs together, trying to ease the aching forming between my legs. His jealousy surprised me; I had never expected him to react so possessively.

But I liked it…

Unable to resist, I pulled him toward me. “You were really that jealous?” I asked, sliding my hand slowly across his chest. I could feel his heart beating underneath my palm, practically matching the rhythm of my own.

He cupped the back of my neck and drew me even closer. Our bodies met as one, my softness against his rigidness. It was like we were made for each other.