Beyond Famous (Famous #3) (35 page)

Christ, you feel good.

"Brook.  I want you, and I can't do without right now.  I'm starving for you," I groaned into the curve of her neck. "I love you."

Her hands slid up my back and fisted into my hair to pull my head back so she could take my mouth with hers.  Her tongue snaked out and licked along my top lip, yet her mouth ghosted over mine, making it go dry in anticipation for the passionate kiss I knew would follow.  I swallowed and tried to reach for her mouth with mine.  "You don't have to do without, baby.  Never."

"Brook.  Give me your mouth.  Now," I demanded and she did so, willingly.  God, it was hot. 

Her mouth opened to me as her hands in my hair tugged me closer still.  My tongue plundered the softness of her mouth and she moaned into me.  My hand moved down her body, over the side of her perfectly round breast and further still.  Down over her hipbone and the curve of her thigh, and I curled my fingers and raked softly back up again until I closed over her breast.  The tender nub came to life under my thumb as I grazed over it again and again.

"Uhnng...”

"God, you're all I want."

"Yes.  Always, yes."   She arched into me, seeking to take what I longed to give her, her hands clawing at my ass and pulling me toward her.  I let the head of my dick find her opening, navigating the soft folds to enter just a little.  The heat and wetness I found there left me gasping against her mouth.

"Oh, babe.  God, Brook," I moaned as I sank into her at the same time as her lips parted underneath mine and she sucked my tongue into her mouth.  My need for her was feverish and the kisses and her body clenching and sucking on mine did little to ease my hunger for her.  Instead, it only made me want more and more.

I slowed my pace, wanting to get deeper, closer.  My hands wound in her hair as I pushed into her again and again, the sensation building and tightening.  My stomach muscles tightened at the blissful ache caused by the feel of her surrounding me, and the sound of her soft moans as I made love to her.  I softened my kisses and lifted my mouth from hers, still pushing, seeking more sensation, longing to bring her more and more pleasure.  I opened my eyes to look lovingly into her face.  The strength of my love overwhelmed me and my eyes blurred causing the shadowy outline of her beautiful face to swim before me in the darkness.   Her eyes closed and her lips parted when her breath left her in a rush.

Her legs tightened around me, her heels digging into the muscles of my ass, urging me on and her head lifted from the bed.

"Kiss me, Cade.  I want to taste you.  I missed you, so much."

My mouth crashed into hers and we kissed again and again, our bodies moving, hands touching, breaths catching.  Every time with her was like the first time... like the last time, like I'd never touched her, yet like I'd touched her a million times.  As I moved in and out of her slick hot flesh, I could feel her legs start to tremble and her walls tighten and milk around me, the emotions I felt overtook me. 

"Uhhh... Cade, Cade, Cade...” She panted in time with my thrusts and it pushed me to the edge, and I fought it.  I wanted more.  More time with her like this... forever would never be enough.

"Brook."  Her name ripped from my chest in a low growl.  "I want you... I
need
you to come for me." I put one arm beneath her left knee and hitched her leg higher, so I could get even deeper.  I rubbed my pelvic bone against the sensitive flesh of her sex and she dug her nails into my back, dropping her forehead to my shoulder.  "That's it. Yes, Brook," I whispered against her neck and then sucked the sensitive skin into my mouth.  She shuddered and arched, the delicious throbbing around me let me know without a sound that she was coming. 

With three more hard thrusts, I let myself go and the force of it left me gasping for breath.  "Ahhh, Brook... Ughnnng...” I buried myself and stilled as the orgasm racked my body.  Her hips still moved against mine, and I knew she was trying to get every last drop out of me.  It filled my heart up to the point of bursting, even as the physical ecstasy shook me to the very core.

When it was over, both of us lay entwined in each other's arms.  I bent to kiss her lips softly and then turned my face into her neck as my arms tightened around her so tight I thought I would crush her ribs.  My eyes were burning and my throat ached.  I felt her hands brush my hair back tenderly and she kissed the opposite temple.

"Cade?" she asked softly.  My only answer was to run a series of kisses along the cord in her neck and hold her tight.  I was reluctant to remove my body from hers.  "Sweetie, what is it?"

I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut, causing a single tear to push from each one of my eyes.

"Tell me." Her gentle fingers brushed the side of my face over and over again, catching one of the drops as she did so.

"I just... I missed you so bloody much," I said, my voice thick and cracking.  "I was in hell.  I'm so glad we're back together for now.  At least for a while."

"Babe."  She reached up and kissed me on the mouth, sucking my lower lip in between both of hers and then moved to brush her lips along my jawline.  "We have months together now, right?  Please don't be sad."

I finally pulled up to look into her face and moved to her side, sliding out of her body and pulling her to lie on the pillows facing me.  I lifted my hand and brushed her hair back.  It was shorter now and even though I missed her long tresses, she was still my beautiful Brook.

"Brook... I know.  I just hated being away from you."  Her brow crinkled a little and I reached out to smooth the frown away with my index finger.

"I feel the same way.  The time with you goes so fast and the rest drags like it will never end."

"Yes, exactly.  You're so special.  There is no one like you in the world."

Her eyes crinkled and her lips lifted in a soft smile.  "Lucky for you," she teased, but I was having none of it.

I nodded seriously.  "Yes, it is.  I love... making love to you." 

"Cade."  Her voice was suddenly tight.  "You know how much I love you, right?"

"Yeah."  I nodded.  The tightness in my chest and throat were making it hard to speak.  I licked my lips and swallowed once, closing my eyes to the pain.  "Remember you told me once that loving this much hurts and it would hurt more?" I opened my eyes to see her reaction.

She nodded.  "Before we were a couple, I still missed you.  I missed you so much that even I was surprised by the strength of it.  But after this, being away from you is just... unbearable.  It's insane how miserable I am when we're not together."  I pushed a dangling tendril behind her ear.  "I'm considering giving up film."

She gasped but I put a finger to her lips to keep her from speaking and shook my head.  I'd thought about it a lot and I was serious.  I didn't give a bloody hell for the money or the fame.  Not when my heart hurt so much.  "No, Brook.  Just listen.  It keeps us apart too much.  When the series is done, it will be years before we'll be allowed to work together again and I don't want to lose that much time with you.  It's too painful."  I searched her blue eyes as they welled with tears.  "Isn't it?"

"Very.  I missed you, but I don't want to hear that you're considering giving up acting. 
Ever
.  You're so gifted at it; more than the world, or even you know."

I stared into her eyes and then used my thumb to wipe a lone tear off of her face. 

She moved to the curve of my shoulder and curved her arm around my waist.  I pulled her close until her head rested on my chest and I closed my eyes, relishing in the feel of her skin on mine.   

"Promise me you won't do that, Cade.  Please."

I sucked in a deep breath and my chest rose beneath her cheek.  "Nothing is more important to me than being with you, love."

Her little hand slid up my chest, over my shoulder and finally found my cheek.  "We'll work it out.  Whatever, we'll be together as much as we can.  I don't think we should turn down roles or stop acting because of schedule conflicts, Cade.  We still have to be true to ourselves or we won't be happy as a couple."

I listened in silence, wondering how this much wisdom could come from a woman barely twenty. I knew she was right, because she was saying the same bloody words I'd said in the logical part of my brain over and over. 

When I didn't speak, she sighed.  "Sometimes we'll have to be apart physically, but you’re in my heart. Nothing can change that."  I tried to concentrate on the soft patterns her fingers were drawing on my chest.  "I worry too."

"What about?" I asked so quietly I almost didn't hear my own voice.

"What do you think?  The women, being away when you need me, the temptation you'll face."

"Well, stop.  There’s no need."  I could read her so well.  The slight stiffening of her body and the silence all led to the same place.  I knew she was thinking of the new movie that I'd just been cast in.  I was cast as a womanizing businessman, and there would be several women on set and sex scenes with some of them. I ran a hand over the silken skin of her arm that was wrapped around me, slid my fingers up over her shoulder then down her back as I leaned over to place a kiss on her temple.  She'd read the script back in Los Angeles so she knew what it would require of me.  "I've told you before.  I don't fall in love with my co-stars, Brook.   It's you.  I loved you before we were even born.  How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"About a million."

I smiled into the top of her head and my arms tightened around her slim form, my leg slipping between the two of hers as I settled us both in for sleep.  "No bloody problem.   No problem at all."

WE WERE LATE,
and I was still so tired.  Cade and I stayed up all night.   I was helping him run lines for some of his scenes with Leah St. Claire, though making love was something we rarely passed on, and so we barely got any sleep at all. Sleeping was the only good thing about being separated this past summer.  When we were together, it was the last thing on our minds.

I groaned and sat up, running my hands carelessly through the tangles in my hair.  The sheet slipped off of my body as I clamored out of bed and padded into the bathroom.  My muscles ached in protest.  At least I'd have the nagging pains to remind me of his use of me last night. 

I smiled and almost laughed at the happiness I felt at being with him again. 
God.  I love feeling him on me all day, even when he's not even touching me.
 

The bathroom was hot and steamy, and there were two wet towels lying haphazardly on the floor.  I reached in and turned on the water, stepping underneath the hot spray and grabbing the shampoo that Cade had left there all in one motion, thinking that I needed to hurry and get ready. 

The screening was at two and even though I'd seen the rough cut of the film a month earlier, none of the cast, including Cade, had seen the finished product.  Martin was anxious for our reactions, and truthfully I was a little nervous.  It was silly really, I thought as I rinsed the shampoo from my hair.  I should be getting used to this stuff, but like Cade, I didn’t enjoy watching myself on film, but this time...
ugh.
  There was that one almost naked scene with Noah. The logical part of me knew it was stupid to feel paranoid and nervous about the scenes Cade hadn't seen yet.  After all, he was in most of my scenes, so what the hell was my problem? 

I shook it off as I stepped out and wrapped myself in one of the oversized white towels provided by the hotel.  I ran my hand through the short hair on my head and groaned.   Cutting it shorter for
Dystopia
seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I was kicking myself because I’d have to spend the rest of the day getting extensions put in and having it dyed back to my character’s chestnut brown color.  Jennifer complained nonstop about the wig she had to wear in the first two films, so I had a good idea of what was in store.  I pulled on the strands to measure how long it was, and moaned.  It would take two years to get it back to the way it was. 
Moron
, I chastised myself.

Even though Cade had been supportive of my decision, he had to hate it, even if he was too sweet to admit it.  Shit,
I hated it
, but there was no use crying over it now.