More Than Famous (Famous #2) (11 page)

I glanced toward her and her eyes were open looking at me. When she met my eyes, her right arm slowly extended down, her hand reached out toward me, as she curled her fingers back toward her.

The look on her face was full of want and I knew the pain in my heart was an echo of hers. The ache in my dick didn't help either. My body was also feeling the loss.

Christ, this was the limit of my endurance
.

"Denise, cancel my contracts if you must, but nothing is going to keep me in this bloody seat for even one more minute."

I got up and moved across to the seat next to her and she sat up a little to make room for me.

Martin looked up from the book he was reading and raised his eyebrow. I didn't give one damn what he thought. If he didn't know Brook and I were tight after seeing us daily on set, then he wasn't as intelligent as I'd given him credit for.

I lifted the edge of her blanket and laced my hand through hers as I stared into her blue eyes. We just sat there, gazing at each other for who knows how long. Her thumb rubbed the top of my hand and I gave hers a little squeeze. My muscles relaxed and the tightness in my chest eased.

Her hand was warm and so soft. I closed my eyes and dreamed of more extensive patches of her velvet skin beneath my hands, plastered up against my chest and beneath my body. I shifted in my seat as the stiffening in my pants became uncomfortable.

"Are you okay?" Her eyes were sleepy as she looked at me, her lids drooping over her irises.

"I am now, love. I can't stand being so close to you and not touching you. I've had bloody well enough of it." My voice was rough with pent up desire. “It’s been too long,” I whispered so only she could hear.

I was aching to be with her, and wondered how in the world we'd be able to pull it off with all the paps stalking us and also the hawk eyes of the studio watching every move we made.

She paused as she just continued to look at me.

"Yeah. I'm there, too," she said finally. Her mouth parted as she took a deep breath and her eyes dropped to my mouth.

"Brook, don't get me started. I'm already so worked up I can't stand it."

She nodded, smiling slightly. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm just missing you.
Bad
."

"Oh, honey. If you only knew what I want to do to you right now." I smiled at her and her mouth twitched as she drew in her breath.

"I think I have a pretty good idea." Her brows went up with her words. "You make me crazy. How are you going to get into my room, hmmm? Because, you
are
gonna get in, right?"

Her eyes sparkled in the low light and I reached above my head to shut off the overhead lamp, cloaking us in darkness, with only the small sidelights left on.

My hand in hers, resumed its rubbing on the top of her fingers and I leaned back in my seat.

"Where there is a will, there's a way... one bloody strong will, my love. Don't worry; I'll make it happen, but probably not until after tomorrow's premiere."

"Yeah, I know we won't have time for anything other than changing before we have to go to the venue for the carpet and the photo calls. See what I get for hanging out with the hottest movie star ever?  Lots of sexual frustration and rampant wet dreams."

She was so beautiful when she got that teasing look in her eyes, prompted by desire. I fucking loved how she made me want her. My lips lifted in a soft smile.

"You have no idea what I go through, babe. I replay every touch over and over in my mind. It's almost too much to bear sometimes."

I couldn't stop looking at her. I was mesmerized by the emotions passing across her face. "Do you know how much I love you?" My voice vibrated with want.

She nodded and leaned her head toward me on the seat back, her eyes never leaving mine. I shook my head, emotion filling my chest. "I don't think you do..." She couldn't possibly know because there were no words to express it.

Denise reached over and nudged my shoulder. I turned to her and saw the look of stern consternation in her eyes. Even though our voices were mere whispers, she could tell by the way we were huddled together what we were talking about.

The Cade and Brook bubble, she called it. Something we'd been made all too aware of after the Comic Con event in San Diego right after our long weekend together there.

"Okay, I'll be good." I mouthed to her and Brook let out a frustrated breath.

"Hmmmph!"

I decided it might be safer to change the subject. As I turned back to her, I was again engulfed in the wonderful scent of her perfume mixed with her shampoo, and I wanted nothing more than to pull her to me and breathe her in.

"So what's up with your family this Christmas?" I really didn't want to be without her, but I knew that sometime between Christmas and New Year's she had to fly somewhere to meet up with the director of her upcoming movie to discuss scheduling now that we’d be going into production on the second film of The Remembrance Trilogy, things would need to be rearranged. She wasn’t cast for sure yet, but Brook was gaining ground in popularity, and that meant they wouldn’t want to lose her on their project. It was more likely they would rearrange production to accommodate Martin’s production schedule.

Brook really wanted that part, and while the suits had all worked out the money, the casting wouldn’t be confirmed until they met with Brook in person and had her read for the part. While I was happy for her, I was disappointed we wouldn’t have the holiday together. There was always something keeping us apart.

"Um, Mom's booked us all at Veil for ten days over Christmas. Jeanne called Ken and they're working out that audition as well. I'm sorry, Cade. I don't know what my schedule looks like yet." She had turned toward me in her seat a little and leaned her head against the back of it.

"I'd ask you to come with us skiing, but it will be obvious enough that David won't be with us this year, so Jeanne said no way. I'm so sorry."

"Hmmmm." I knew the disappointment was dripping from my voice and showing in my face.

"I really wanted to share Christmas with you and I can't take a chance on losing that part, but I'll try to work it out... " Her hand still laced with mine, her other one came up to squeeze my forearm above the blanket, "Even if my mom will have a hissy at my missing Christmas with them."

I smiled at her even if it didn't quite reach my eyes.

"You'll have lots of parts to choose from, but I understand how important this is to you. If we can't be together over the holidays, I'll be okay, but I'll miss you." I lifted my other hand so that my fingers could brush her chin. "I'll just be looking forward to March all the more, love."

"Ken and Jeanne said Pinnacle will still make it hard for us during filming, too. I'm sorry, Cade, I wish... " Her brows dropped and she grimaced.

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do this. Neither one of us did. I hate it, too, but we'll deal, okay? It is what it is."

She nodded softly, and pursed her lips in a silent kiss at me.

The pilot came on the intercom and told us that we would be landing in New York for a short layover, and then this same plane was traveling on to London. That hardly ever happened where we'd get the same plane all the way, but it was good... it was one less mob to deal with.

"I’m so thankful we don't have to change planes," I sighed and settled back in my seat, moving the back into a recline position.

"Thank Jeanne. She's taking good care of us this time. I think she'll try to do that more and more now, since our movie has released. Thank God."

"Try to get some rest, sweets. You're gonna need all that you can get." I smiled at her and nudged her shoulder with mine.

"Again with the promises..." She rolled her eyes and chuckled under her breath as she leaned, ever so slightly, into my shoulder.

MARTIN AND NOAH
were supposed to meet Brook and me in the lobby, but I wanted to have a moment alone with her first.

When she opened the door to her hotel room, I just stopped and stared at her. She was dressed in a shiny black dress that left both shoulders bare. The skirt was slightly full which accentuated the slimness of her thighs. Wow.

"Well? Don't you have anything to say to me or are you just going to stare at me all night?" She smirked as I ran my eyes over her face and hair, down her body, all the way to her feet.

"Um... yeah. Staring all night works wonderfully well for me at the moment." My mouth twitched in the start of a grin as I swept her into my arms.

"You smell delicious," I whispered, as I brought my mouth down on hers for a slow kiss. Her hands immediately went into my hair at the back of my head to pull me closer as her mouth opened fully to mine. Responding to me in the passionate way I adored, her mouth moving and sucking just as wildly as mine did on hers.

God, I love it when she does that. It's so hot.

"
Mmmm... . Oh, Cade. God, I miss you so much," she moaned her mouth coming back for more kisses as my arms around her slid down her body to her bum to pull tight against my arousal. I was so hard I thought I would burst.

"Brook, I'm starving for you, my love." My fingers gathered up the edge of her skirt so that I could touch her. I pulled my mouth from hers as my eyes widened.

"No panties? Mmm..." My hands squeezed the flesh of her bare ass.

"I have on panties, it's a thong, babe." She was breathing hard from our kisses as her mouth ghosted over mine, begging me for more.

My hands moved higher to find the lace and ribbon at the top of her butt cheeks that turned into the band around the top of her hips.

"You're so sexy. Stop it. You’re killing me." I licked and nipped at her lips before she crushed her mouth to mine for another deep kiss. “I want…”

Brook let out a soft, seductive laugh. "We can't. We have to go. I don't want to, but this is your town. Everyone wants to love and adore you."

"I only want you to love and adore
you
." I smiled against her mouth as I hugged her close.

"I do, but I have to share you for just a little while. We’ll get back to this later, Cade. I promise, okay?"

At that moment my phone vibrated in my pocket and I reluctantly let go of Brooklyn to pull it out of the inside breast pocket of my dark suit. It was a text from Martin.

"They're waiting downstairs."

Brook went to the mirror to check her hair, and replace the lipstick I'd just kissed off before grabbing her coat and coming back to place a hand on my chest.

"You look amazing." She opened the door to the hallway and dropped the bomb that only punctuated the erection I was trying to calm. "You make my mouth water just looking at you."

Well, it might be utter hell just getting through the next four or so hours until we could finally be alone, but one thing was certain, I was going to enjoy every second of the delicious torture up until then.

The carpet at the Vue Theater wasn't red, it was black, and there were even more screaming fans at the London premiere than there was at the one in L.A. How was that even bloody possible? The sound was deafening as we did our little song and dance, answering the same questions over and over, signing autographs and the endless photo calls. The flashes went off it was an endless succession of blinding light.

My hands itched to get a hold of Brook’s as I watched her talk to fans and reporters, longing for the end to this evening. I should have been so fucking happy, all of my friends and family were here to support me, but all I could think about was that socializing with them at the after party was going to postpone the time that I would be alone with Brook.

Once I touched her for our posed photos together, I was hard pressed to let go of her for the rest of the night, my hand always on the back of her waist, guiding her into the theater and later, to the party. Martin shot me some dirty looks when he saw me touching her, but I pretended not to notice.

It was a cold evening, but the party was in the courtyard of a nearby restaurant with radiant heaters put all around to keep us warm. Brook began to shiver, so I helped her into her suit jacket as we made our way to a railing overlooking the river. The lights were low, and the scene was set with twinkling candles, almost to excess. The hundreds of fans that still lined the streets outside were still screaming, which only increased when they saw the two of us wave in their direction.

"This is crazy." Brook smiled. “They all just want a glimpse of you.”

“Of us.” She was so beautiful with the breeze in her hair, I longed to reach out and touch the silky strands.

She was leaning on the brick ledge that was about waist high, and I was standing behind her and off to one side so that we could watch the goings on at the party without taking direct part. The problem was, all I wanted to do was look at her.

"Brook," I groaned her name, the longing I felt pouring through my words.

She leaned back into me just slightly and glanced up into my face. "Exactly."

I gasped when I felt her left hand that was hidden from everyone's view by my body, reach behind her and rub the already erect length of my dick. Her hand was moving in sensuous rhythm up and down as my knees got week and I was helpless underneath her ministrations.