Beyond Famous (Famous #3) (38 page)

HE WRAPPED ME
up.  Literally engulfed me; heart, body, and soul. 

It was to the point I could barely remember what life was like before him, what it felt like not to love him.  Now, amidst all the chaos, I didn't think I could exist without him.

I smiled into the darkness of the deep night.  It was pitch black within the suite, the curtains drawn tightly over the windows and I’d thrown a towel over the clock on the nightstand.  The wind whipped the rain into the windows on the 19th floor of our hotel as the strong arm that was wrapped around me tightened.  Cade's legs entwined with mine, my naked body completely engulfed in his as he stirred against me. I spent the past several minutes listening to his steady breathing, his gentle presence the only thing I needed to gain peace from the craziness that was our lives.  It was hell, yet it was heaven.  I wouldn't trade a second of our time together; especially after the months we'd just spent on opposite coasts of the country.

Cade moved against me and I pressed further back into him. He moaned softly, the sound so velvet and close beneath my ear as he buried his mouth in the curve of my neck.  I could feel his arousal nudging at the back of my thighs, and my body responded of its own volition.  His arm moved and his fingers grazed the nipple of my right breast.  "Mmmm... Brook."

I turned my face over my shoulder, yearning for him, and pressing into him again, my hand grazing down his hip and around the back of his ass cheek to grip him and pull him closer.  I was going to treasure every second of our time together, this last few months of working together. I tried not to think about this being our last movie together.

"Mmmm...
Cade
," I said in a breathless whisper, a soft smile dancing over my lips.  His hips surged against mine, the delicious satin of his erection pressing into the space between my legs.  The ache was starting, the heat and wetness pooling deep inside of me.

"Baby... God Brook, how do you make me want you so much?  I always want you; even when I'm bloody asleep.  You'll be the death of me."  Hearing his amused, yet delicious words, feeling his arms and legs around me, his nimble fingers pulling and teasing my nipples as he began to play my body like only he could... his desire seeking mine was more than I could resist. 

"Uhhhh!"  I gasped as he slipped inside me.  My body moved with his, urging him on as he filled and stretched me, pushing deeply into me.  I arched back toward him to take him in fully and his mouth moved hungrily on the skin of my neck, dragging down to the curve of my shoulder.  His mouth opened hotly on my skin to bite gently on my flesh as I clenched around him and pulled one of his fingers into my mouth to suck it gently.  I had come to know how much that stimulated him and Cade rewarded me with a low groan from somewhere deep inside his chest.  I could almost feel him vibrating against my back.

"Uhhh, you feel so good," he breathed against me, his breath washing over my skin in a hot rush.  "I want to get closer, love."  He pushed into me again, as his hands roamed over the front of my body.  I held my breath because I knew what was coming.  He never forgot to touch me, to make sure that he gave me as much pleasure as he possibly could. 

"Yes, closer... " I said softly, and pulled away so I could turn toward him.  Instantly, my body felt the loss, but Cade gathered me close and lifted me closer, moving so he was sitting up and pulling me with him so that my legs straddled his lap and my knees rested on the bed on the outside of his slim hips.  My arms wound around his shoulders, and my hands threaded through his hair as he found my entrance and filled me again.  The position was so intimate, allowing deeper penetration as our hips moved into each other and our eyes locked.  The strong arms around my hips held me tightly and he moaned and panted with each thrust. The open mouth kisses he was running along the curve of my neck and shoulders left me gasping.  My head fell back and the breath rushed from me as the intense tightening in my lower body began to build.  He licked and nipped at my tender skin.  It almost hurt, it was so urgent, but it was delicious and I wanted more and more.

"Yes... Cade.  That's it, baby."  Our hips ground and rocked into each other, easily finding the rhythm that had us both gasping.

"Brook... I can't... I can't stop it.  Bloody hell, tell me you're with me," he moaned in a low growl.  "Oh, God."

That voice moaning my name in the throes of passion were my undoing and I fell apart.  I bent my head to find his mouth with mine, his tongue thrust into my mouth and we sucked on each other I fell over into the waves of my orgasm, even as his arms tightened and his body tensed against mine.

Our bodies were still moving together, the tremors still racking through both of us, as our mouths separated and his forehead rested on mine.  We were both panting and licking at each other's mouths, our hands stroking each other's hair.

How do I love you this much, hmmm?"  Cade continued to kiss me and moved to lay me back down on the bed, his body still connected with mine.  Brushing my hair back over and over.  "So much," he whispered against my mouth.

I brushed his lips with mine and kissed him gently before I looked up into the beautiful face with wonder. His blue eyes were dark and soft.  The sun was just starting to come up and there was just enough light to see his face, his pupils were wide and dilated and he nuzzled my nose with his own.  I was so content I felt like purring like a cat. He represented everything I needed in the world.  My heart swelled and I swallowed to hold in the emotion.

"You always... amaze me."

He smiled.  "I thought you were going to say that I always...
make you come
."  He chuckled softly and kissed the side of my face and then pulled my lower lip in between his to suckle softly.  He was so gentle.

I smiled and touched his face.  The stubble was getting softer after 24 hours of growth.  "Mmmm, you'll get a big head."  I laughed.  "Oh right.  You already have one."  I surged my hips against his once more before he pulled out of me and moved to my side.

"I don’t right now.  You wear me out, woman.  We've got a big day.  We should try to sleep a couple more hours, yeah?"

I turned toward him and he pulled me into the curve of his shoulder, close to his body.  "Are you afraid you won't be your normal gorgeous self?  Just so you know... it’s inevitable." I smiled and he huffed.

"Whatever," Cade huffed.  "And no, I don't give a shit how I look most of the time, but this is a message to the world.  I want it to be perfect."

Yes, today was our secret shoot with
Harper's Bazaar
.   We'd done the interview three weeks earlier right after we got to Vancouver and the magazine was sending a crew up to take the photos that would print with it.  I smiled at the memory of the interview.  It was fucking perfect.  When the guy asked me questions, I knew he'd be asking Cade some version of the same thing, and even though we'd been unaware of what he would ask, I knew our answers would be the same or similar, and that was sort of the point. 
Hey, world... you wanna know?  Well, here you go.

Jeanne and Denise had been brilliant, completely taking control of what Cade and I wanted to accomplish.  We'd had enough of Pinnacle pushing us apart and after how hurt Cade had been at Comic-Con, I was done playing their games.  We both promised to keep our relationship quiet, but I’d promised Cade I’d stop denying it. This was the little positive reinforcement he needed and a very clear communication of what was real.  And this was all
us
.

We wanted this series of photos and the interview to tell everyone what we couldn't say aloud.  Our fans had to realize we were together by the chemistry that showed in photos and on screen. Even when we were trying to hide it so they sure as hell were going to get confirmation this time.  We were trying to confirm it this time... loud and clear. 

Cade's chest rose as he drew in a full breath.  He turned and kissed my forehead, leaving them there when he spoke.  "Bloody finally."

I closed my eyes.  He’d waited patiently for almost two years, and it had caused him a lot of pain.  "I love you," I said softly and turned my face into the base of his neck.  "I’m sorry I’ve wanted to keep it quiet. It’s just—" I hesitated.

"I know, love.  You're going to be so beautiful," he said so softly I wasn't sure if it were real or a dream.  "So beautiful."

I pushed up off his chest to look down into his face, my eyebrow raised wryly. "How many times do I have to say it?  It's
you
.  You're the beautiful one."

"Brook, when we're taking those photos today, I want you to think about how it felt just now when we were making love.  Know that when I'm looking at you, I'm feeling you, thinking of possessing you.  Remember how it felt to have me inside you just now.  Feel how full my heart and soul are with you. I want it to show."

I sucked in my breath and then tightened my arms around his body as his heart beat beneath my cheek.  Again, for the millionth time... his words left me breathless.  "Cade," I reached out to touch the strong line of his jaw and run my fingers along it softly,  "I always feel it.  Every single time you look at me, I feel it.  The world feels it, too.  It's palpable."  My eyes shot up to his, and his gaze was burning into mine.  "I still don't understand how I got so damn lucky."

The corners of his lips lifted slightly and my heart thumped in my chest.  He shrugged almost imperceptively.  "You ran away and I couldn't live without you.  You left me no choice but to come after you.   No matter how long it took, how much it hurt, there is no choice but to be with you."

My heart thrummed wildly inside my chest as my love for this man overwhelmed me once again. 

BROOK WAS FILMING
with a scene with Wendy and my stomach clinched.  We'd stayed pretty much away from her like the plague. Ever since the plane trip up to Vancouver I'd managed to steer clear of her except on set.  She was still trying to get back into Brook's good graces, but she wasn't buying her bullshit anymore.  

I'd just come from an appointment with my personal trainer and he had worked my ass off.  I kicked off my shoes and ran my hand through my hair, still damp with sweat. 

 It was late afternoon and Brook wouldn't be back for a couple of hours yet.  I was restless.  I felt like a bloody prisoner during this film.  After the rubbish with the stalker fans in New York we still had to maintain some privacy, and I felt like I lived in this stupid hotel room, even though the studio execs were more reasonable.  Sometimes it was tolerable, but other times, I felt like pulling my hair out.

Brook's room was next to mine, but we had the entire floor to ourselves.  Except for the bodyguards that were posted outside the elevators, we were pretty isolated.  Isolation was fine.  I didn't miss people that much, but I missed freedom.  I didn't blame the fans.  They were always respectful.  Well, except for those couple of times in New York City, but in general, all they wanted was to talk to us, get an autograph or photograph. 

The paparazzi were another story entirely. Those bastards were ruthless and had no respect for anything and there were untrue stories about one or both of us almost daily. All they cared about were hits to their sites, or copies sold. Bloody bastards.  I honestly didn't know how they slept at night when they made their living as they did.  I'd played around online and it was obvious that most of our real fans wanted us to have peace.  Sure, they wanted to know what was going on; they were vested in our movies, I was sure were waiting for confirmation of our “couple”
status.  So many times when they caught us out or waited for us to come and go from the set and they yelled questions; I just wanted to say, “Yes, we're together.  I adore her,” and be done with it.  But even then, would the paps leave us alone?  Doubtful. My experience with them and any relationship I had in the past said it would only get worse; They'd just be searching for ways to tear us apart with sensational headlines, twisting facts and quotes, printing untruths, and photo-shopping pictures.  Part of me felt selfish for wanting to be public about our relationship because I knew it would expose Brook to more.