Famous (Famous #1) (42 page)

“I can’t believe you’re here with me when you could be with anyone.”

My heart swelled. “Believe it, Brook.” I laid my head on her shoulder in the curve of her neck as she snuggled into me and her arms wound around my shoulders. “Just being with you is all I’ll ever need.”

“Cade,” she breathed out my name, and ran her hand up and down my forearm, until then her fingers found mine. Our hands opening and intertwining with each other, I wanted to melt right into her. “I miss you so much when we’re not together. These moments are so perfect, but it hurts.”

My other arm tightened around her as my eyes closed, her words were enough to wreck me.

“I know, me, too. I can’t breathe when we’re apart,” I said against her hair. “Being famous is inconvenient, but if not for my life, we wouldn’t have met. That’s how I keep it in perspective.”

“I know.” She nodded against the side of my neck.

“I love being with you like this; the passion between us is staggering.” I kissed her mouth, teasing hers to come to life beneath mine, dying to show her proof of my words. I placed several searching and clinging kisses on her luscious mouth before I continued, my hand tracing lightly up and down her back. “But, I don’t want you to think that the physical stuff is the most important to me,” I said hesitantly. “If I could never make love with you again, I’d
still
want to be with you, always. I’d still want to marry you…”

She shivered as my hand ran down her arm and back up again. My hand moving to cup around her face, my thumb brushing her chin lovingly as we kissed, our tongues making love to each other, feeding the electricity between us.

Brook waited for a second to answer, and then pulled back so she could look into my face. The blue depths were darker in the low light, but still full of love; languid, but serious.

“Cade, I
know
that, baby.” She shook her head so slightly I almost missed it, and then kissed me so tenderly, her lips tasting and savoring mine. Her hand fluttering on the side of my face, she drew back and looked in my eyes.

“The love makes the passion that much more intense… and sex, so mind-blowing. All you have to do is look at me and my skin vibrates.” She made me smile as she rubbed a thumb on my lower lip. Her lids dropped and her mouth fell open in desire.

“I have to admit,” she teased with a secret smile, then brushed her mouth against mine, her hand lifting to the back of my head again, “you
are
the sexiest, hottest, absolutely yummiest man I’ve ever seen, and I simply can’t help myself. I just want to take you down and have you.” Her mouth came to hover over mine as she finished speaking, “Constantly,” she whispered against my mouth. “But, I love you, too.”

I couldn’t hold back another second and I closed over her lips in a deep kiss, sucking, tasting, devouring. Our tongues warring with each other, her hands moving to delve deep in my hair and my hand coming up to cover her breast through the lace. I felt the nipple harden in my hand. Her touch, her mouth on mine, her scent… she drove me insane.

And her words… Jesus, they were like a lit match tossed into my soul.

I knew I’d never love anyone or want anyone more in my entire life. The passion between us was like a living thing. I felt myself throb and harden underneath her.

“Brooklyn, you are so sexy. I’m mad for you,” I breathed against her neck.

She felt my arousal underneath her as she sat in my lap, and moaned against my mouth. She sucked on my lower lip as she pulled her mouth from mine.

“That works for me,” she breathed and smiled. “Grab the champagne and glasses, okay?” she said as she got up and walked toward the bedroom.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I went to refrigerator and found the Dom. The anticipation was more than I could bear, and I couldn’t pop the cork fast enough and splashed champagne on the kitchen
f
loor as it exploded from the bottle. I grabbed the flutes she’d left out on the counter and made my way down the hall, determined to make this a night neither of us would ever forget.

Chapter 22

Of What Dreams Are Made

Brook was standing near the head of the bed, the netting shrouding behind her like an ethereal veil, as I poured the champagne. I offered her a glass and she took it, raising it to her lips to take a sip but never taking her eyes off of me.

My heart thundered in my chest at seeing the ring glint on her hand around the glass, sparkling in the candlelight. I felt so possessive and I could see the raw hunger in her gaze. It did amazing things to me. If the situation weren’t enough, the desire in her expression made it more intense. I took a swallow of my champagne, and stepped toward her, but she put her hand up to stop me.

Her eyes were on fire as she set her glass down, then took mine from me gently, and placed it next to hers on the dresser. Her stare burned into my flesh as she slowly pulled on the ribbon bow below her breasts to open the lace of her gown. I watched, my body throbbing and my mouth falling open as she slowly slid the sleeves down her arms.

The sheer gown beneath showed every curve, every nuance of her beautiful, slender body. The lace at her tiny waist accentuated her perfectly round breasts above it, with her pink nipples taut and her hips swelling below it. Brook’s bare arms and shoulders shone golden in the candlelight.

My breath caught in my throat. “You’re just,” I paused, “stunning, my love.” I was paralyzed, yet my body was shaking, my mouth felt dry and my breathing sped up.

She moved forward and took my hand, while staring intently in my eyes, then raised it up and placed a wet, open mouth kiss on the palm, sucking slightly as she pulled her mouth away. Her eyes never left mine. It was powerful and sexy as hell, her pink little tongue softly hinting at what was to come.

“God, Brook,” I said, my voice heavy with desire, my hands itching to touch her. “I’m going to burst.”

“That’s the idea,” she said softly as she pushed at my shoulders gently. Obviously, she wanted to take the lead, and I let her, helpless.

“Will you lay back on the bed for me?” she whispered as she ran soft kisses across my chest. Her mouth closed over my left nipple and she sucked and nipped at it.

My erection strained in my silk pajama pants, aching, it was so engorged it hurt. I tried to put my arms around her to pull her close, but she held me off. I looked at her and tipped my head, my eyes questioning.

“You don’t get to touch me until I say so.” She smiled, and raised her right eyebrow. “Okay?” she asked as she bit her lower lip.

She was so incredibly sexy
. “I’m not sure I can do that. It’s… not possible,” I breathed out. I shook my head slowly as the words ripped from me. “I can’t, Brook.”

“You have to trust me. I promised you something, remember?” She laughed a small throaty laugh. “Last night on the phone, remember what I told you?”

My head fell back as she ran her tongue across my collarbone and kissed me again. I tried to think through the passionate haze, to recall what she meant. “I can’t think just now,” I groaned.

“I said I was going to make you come harder than you ever had in your life… and I will. I promise. I want you to forget every woman who’s ever touched you, but me.” Her hands moved to the tie at the top of my pajama pants. She continued to suck on my nipples and run kisses on my chest as her hands made swift work of the silk ties. I reached for her, my fingers grazing the side of her supple breast.

“No, Cade,” Brook whispered, pushing my hands away. She bent to the task of removing them completely. As her head came level with my dick, she ran her tongue up the shaft.

“Baby, I can’t breathe.”

She continued to lick and suck for just a moment.
“I love you,” she whispered against me. It was so amazingly intimate, her warm breath fanning out on my body. My eyes opened, to see her rising up to again push me back toward the bed. I stepped out of the cloth heap at my feet and did exactly as she wanted, because I was helpless to do anything else.

I leaned back on the pillows and pulled myself up toward the headboard, the mosquito net all around the bed adding to the bridal ambiance of the evening.

As I watched, she turned from me to gather something from her suitcase. The back of the negligee was just as beautiful as the front, with the low back dipping to well below her waist. The two dimples above her butt were visible above the lace opening. Her slender form was so perfect, her ass round and firm, her shoulders slim and smooth and her long legs, clearly visible through the sheer silk, were toned and tight.

My mouth watered at the sight.
My god
, I thought.
Is she real? Is this real?

Her hands moved to her hair as she removed the clip and the pins, the flower fell to the carpet as her hair cascaded down her back, still with bits of baby’s breath scattered through it. I yearned to put my hands in it, to pull her head back so I could ravish her mouth. The waiting was painful paradise.

She turned toward me, her hair falling softly around her delicate features, her smoldering eyes, never leaving my face.

“Are you going to do everything I say?” She smiled softly as she said the words.

“Anything. Just come to me,” I begged.

“All in good time.” she said softly. “Lay on your stomach, Cade.”

I did as I was told, and she climbed on the bed. I felt her straddle my back… I could feel the heat emanating from her feminine core. “Brook, I can feel you. God, you’re so hot,” I groaned. “You’re killing me.”

“So, you know what you do to me, then. See how much I want you?” she asked softly as she pressed her groin tighter against my ass, grinding against me. She bent to kiss the back of my neck. Her open mouth burning against my skin, her hair tickling me as it sent shivers down my spine. The muscles in my stomach tightened in response to her words.

Her hands touched me then, warm and smooth. “I want you to relax, honey,” she coaxed as her hands began kneading the muscles of my shoulders, back and neck. I realized that she had oil and was giving me a massage. It was torturous perfection.

“I don’t deserve you,” I said softly as the delicious sensations flooded over me. “That feels wonderful.”

“Mmmm…” She continued her ministrations for several minutes, down my arms, legs, butt cheeks, stopping to place kisses here or there or whisper love words against my skin. She massaged behind my elbows and knees and it felt like heaven.

No one had ever touched me like this before and I savored her strong, yet gentle fingers as they moved over me. Her nails raked gently down my back, over my butt and down my legs, sending shivers up my spine. She moved to my feet and I protested the absence of her on top of me.

“Shhhhh…” she said as she worked over me for a few minutes more. When her hands stilled, she spoke, “Turn over, Cade,” so softly, I could barely hear. When I did, she’d see again the evidence of her effect on me, but I did as I was told.

“Okay, remember, you can’t touch me. Promise?”

“Ugh!!!!” I groaned. My body curled up toward her, as instinct took over and I reached for her.

“No,” Brook said softly, moving my hands to my sides. She straddled my thighs as she repeated all of the same techniques on the front of my body, rubbing and squeezing my legs, arms and chest, carefully avoiding the one part of my anatomy that screamed for her touch. I tried to run my hands up her thighs, squeezing and pulling her closer, but she pushed them away. “Cade…
no
touching,” she whispered.

“Why? I want to feel you. Please,” I begged.

“Not yet. Patience.” She bent to kiss my mouth so softly if felt like a whisper. “I want to please you. You have to trust me.” She licked my upper lip with her tongue and then pulled on my lower one with her teeth, her hands still kneading the muscle on my shoulders and chest, her actions visceral.

I opened my eyes to find her straddling my legs, her body clearly visible through the beautiful gown, the skirt pooling between her thighs, hinting at the treasure there, the candlelight casting a soft glow on her body. Her eyes were glazed over with passion and her mouth fell open in desire.

She was like an angel, so ethereal, so unreal, exquisite, and
mine
. My heart swelled to the point of bursting. Completely mesmerized, I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

“I love you, too, Brook. Don’t ever leave me, please.”

“Not possible. You’re burned into me,” she promised, using words from the

movie
script as her hands ran lightly over my chest, giving me a new series of shivers.

“Cade, you have to tell me when you’re getting close. Promise me you will stop me before you cum, but I want you on the brink.” She cocked her head to one side and bit her lip. “Promise me, baby,” she said again.

I already felt like I could come and she hadn’t even touched my cock, my body was humming. “Okay. I’m yours. Do what you will. I promise. You’re so fucking beautiful, Brook. I can’t believe you’re real right now.”

“I’m so real, and just for you.” She smiled a sexy little smile, as she put some more oil on her hands and warmed it before bringing her hands down around my screaming erection.

“Oh, God,” I moaned as she worked over me, her hands moving up and down, over and around the head until the throbbing intensified and the sensations threatened to overcome me. I’m not sure how long her hands moved on me because I was so lost in the sensations, lost in watching my beautiful
Brook. “Ahhhhhh…” I groaned. I felt the pre-cum start; some was dripping from the head. I hissed and I sucked in my breath.

“Mmmmm,” she said as she bent to lick it off. “You taste so delicious,” she said as her hands kept on with their sweet torture, her breath like fire on my body.

“Brook…” I was panting. “Okay, Brook, stop now. I’m only seconds away from exploding. Love, you have to stop.”

Her movements on my engorged cock slowed and ceased. She moved to my side, her head on my chest, she reached up and kissed my jaw and into the curve of my neck. I was breathing hard, my heart racing, my throbbing body screaming for release.

I struggled to control myself, to not throw her on her back and push into her body with my own. “Can I touch you now?” I said breathlessly.

Her hand was on my chest. “Only a little. Hold me while you calm down.”

I didn’t need a second invitation as my arms closed around her delectable body. One hand rubbed up and down her arm, the other running up and down her back and hip. As a couple of minutes passed, I felt my breathing even out, my erection start to subside slightly.

“Did that feel good?” She smiled against my skin.

“So good it almost killed me,” I sighed.

“That won’t do. I need you alive.” The lilt in her voice made me smile softly as I rolled on to my side and rested my head on my fist. Looking down at her, I stared as I traced her body with my fingers. My hand ghosted over her nipple under the sheer silk and I felt it tighten and grow beneath my fingers. Her body was so responsive to my touch and I loved it.

“No touching me to pleasure me, Cade. You promised.” She moved away from me and handed me the champagne. I took it, though I didn’t want it. I wanted her.

“But…why, Brook? You’re driving me insane. I love tasting you, smelling your arousal, making you moan and quiver beneath my hands. Jesus, I want you so much.” I tore my gaze from her body up to her eyes as my tongue came out to dance over my lips. “Jesus, just thinking about it is too much.”

She touched my face gently as my eyes flashed to hers. “Exactly. For me, too. It’s my turn to take care of you.” Her eyes were penetrating as she took a drink from her glass and then set it aside to return to lie beside me on the bed.

I stopped and looked down at her. “You are so perfect. Brook, all of those months, wanting you… I love you.”

“I know.” Her lips curved in a smile, but I could see sadness in her eyes. “I’m sorry I put you through that.”

“Don’t. It’s over. Everything is brilliant now. Let’s just focus on this.”

Brook nodded. “You’re right.” Her tone turned seductive. “Are you ready?” She kissed me again, her mouth soft then demanding, then softly pulling away. I groaned in frustration, and she let out a soft impish chuckle, and reached to remove my glass to the bedside table.