Famous (Famous #1) (14 page)

I took his hand, and kissed the palm with my open mouth, letting him feel the heat of my tongue. I walked back into the bathroom, carrying one of the candles and pulling him behind me by one hand.

The candle flickered all over the room, reflecting off of the sunken tub that was now full of bubbles and the mirrors. I placed the candle on the counter, and took in his smoldering gaze.

He took my breath away; just gorgeous in the flickering candle light.

I slowly took off my stockings, my eyes never leaving his face. He looked like a starving man, his eyes devouring me from head to toe.

I felt powerful as I realized that he wanted me more at that moment than he’d probably ever wanted anything in his life.

“Will you unhook the back?” I whispered. His eyes flickered with desire and the candlelight dancing in reflection. The golden light and dark shadows off the planes of his perfect features left me completely speechless.

I turned around and offered him my back. He unhooked the bustier, his hands tracing lightly over my shoulders and down my spine. I held the front of it in place, over my breasts. He kissed the back of my neck with his open mouth, sucking ever so lightly, as he lifted his lips away.

“Huuuuhh,” my breath left in an unstoppable rush at the caress of his mouth. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

When I turned around to face him, I let the bustier fall away, my round breasts bare, my pink nipples taut and erect. I was standing only in my black lace string bikini panties. I waited, letting Cade look me over, my lips parted, my gaze wanton as it fell on him. Oh, God. This is finally going to happen, I thought.

“Brook… is this real? Are you really here with me now? You’re so perfect.” His voice was rough with emotion. “So beautiful and perfect.”

“Cade, in times to come when distance and work keep us apart, I want you to remember this moment. Know that no matter where I am, or what I’m doing, know that I’d rather be with you like this.”

He came forward and gathered me up in his arms. “I love you.” He breathed out my name before his lips brushed mine. Then, the pressure increased as our mouths parted, kissing over and over, more and more deeply, as if we couldn’t get enough of each other.

Cade left me breathless as I placed little kisses on his jaw, moved back up to claim his mouth and started to unbutton his shirt. His breathing was heavy as he pulled his mouth from mine.

His hands came up to cover mine. “Babe, I know how tired you are. I’m happy just to be with you. Get in the bath and I’ll wash your back.” He held both of my hands in one of his, as the knuckles of the other hand grazed the outside curve of my breast. I licked my lips and looked up at him with hooded eyes.

“For now,” I whispered as I stood on tiptoe to curl my hand around the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss. My mouth parted, and I ran my tongue along his. He groaned when I slid my tongue between his lips and teeth into the deep recesses of his mouth, his arms gathering me tight against him. His tongue came to meet mine and our lips were tasting, sucking, and savoring every movement.

Kiss after kiss after kiss, he was delicious.

Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.

Chapter 8

As If In Dreams

Cade finally trailed his lips down my neck and over the top of my shoulder. I lifted his hand to my breast. “I want you to touch me,” I breathed.

“I’m afraid you’ll evaporate into thin air if I do. This is what my dreams are made of and…” He tentatively reached out toward me. “I don’t want to wake up, love.” But his hand was warm as he cupped my breast, his thumb grazing over the erect nipple, and the other hand on my back, falling lower to the edge of my panties. His eyes, now dark and intense with desire followed the hand at my breast, until finally lifting to my face.

“Mmmmm…” I moaned. “I love it when you touch me. Your hands are the only ones that I want on my body. Only you,” I breathed into the skin of his chest.

“You have no idea what that does to me, Brooklyn. I’ve loved you from the minute our eyes met; and when we kissed… I was lost.”

His hands were running down the sides of my body and came to the edge of my panties, they slid over my butt underneath the fabric, kneading my flesh and he groaned.

I was kissing his chest when his fingers slid them down to fall at my feet. His words running like molten lava through my veins.

“You’re so romantic. You’re just what every woman dreams you are.”

“Shhh, babe,” he groaned against my mouth. “Get in your bath while I’m still able to let you.” His mouth ghosted mine, until he stepped back to let me get in the tub. I moved slowly in front of him, so he could see my body. His eyes were hungry as I slid down in the tub.

“This feels nice.”

Cade watched me for a minute. He shook his head slightly and let the air out in a small huff. I’d become familiar with that huff, and I loved what it meant.

“Hmmph…” he smiled softly at me. “I feel like I’m twelve years old.” The corners of his mouth twitched, “It’s like I’ve never been with a woman before. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Absolutely breathtaking.” Adoration radiated from his eyes.

I smiled as I remembered another time he told me that. “Better than the blue dress?” I teased with a seductive smile.

The corner of his mouth twitched and then broke into a grin. “Yeah, even better than the blue dress, although you were stunning in that as well, and tonight on stage, just so, so incredible. I loved watching you.”

He sat on the floor next to the tub, dangling his arm over the edge, he picked up the sponge and begin running it over my body. I watched every move he made. He was so lithe, like some sort of caged cat; his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest.

Something about him stopped my heart, but that was nothing new.

I absorbed how much I needed this beautiful, complicated man. I knew in that moment, that I’d never love anyone else this much for the rest of my life.

“You practiced your guitar.” His eyes were thoughtful, as he smiled softly. “You were amazing tonight.”

“It makes me feel closer to you when I play it. It was the only part of you I could touch on a daily basis,” I said of the birthday gift he gave me a few months earlier. It was also intended to remind me of him after filming ended. I knew him so well. “It’s beautiful. I really love it.”

“The song was perfect,” he said softly as his eyes rose to meet mine. “It was like you reached right into my chest and squeezed my heart with your hand.”

He moved the sponge down my body, his eyes following its progress; a small smile dancing around his mouth.

“Cade,” I whispered. He stopped running the sponge down my leg and looked at my face.

“Yeah, love?”

“You can touch me.” I softly removed the sponge from his hand. “You don’t need this. I don’t want anything between us anymore.” I watched his face as the realization of what I meant soaked in. His gaze darkened. My hand reached for his, and pulled it to my bare body. “I don’t want anything to come between us, ever again.”

He lifted the other hand to cup the side of my face, his intense eyes tenderly searching mine. “Brook, you kill me. Just looking at you…
hurts so much
.”

He leaned in to kiss me softly and my heart beat faster.

He’s absolutely perfect. Brilliant and talented, beautiful, sensitive, and so romantic. Everything I could ever dream of, and more
.
I couldn’t fathom how I could ever hope to deserve him. I was nothing compared to him.

His hands ran over my body under the water. The suds making them slip easily over my skin. He touched my arms, legs, shoulders, and then slid his hand over my breasts and down my stomach. I caught my breath as his hands brushed lower over the apex of my thighs, and then down the smooth skin of my leg. His eyes were greedy as they raked over every exposed inch of my body.

I could see him tense. I wanted to touch him too, and the heat in the pit of my stomach and between my legs started to burn and throb intensely. “Cade, take me to bed,” I requested softly.

“God…” Cade groaned as his arms went around me in the water, and he kissed me deeply on the mouth. He lifted me out of the tub and stood me on the rug. Water sloshed on the floor, and onto him, as well. When he brought the towel around behind my back, he used it to pull me closer. I could feel how excited he was when his erection pressed against my stomach. His breathing sped up when our bodies touched. I wasn’t sure how much of this I could take, but I let him take the lead.

He rubbed the towel gently over my skin, softly kissing the parts he’d just dried. When he got to my breasts, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it gently. I couldn’t help but arch toward him and let out a soft moan as pleasure raced through every cell.

“Oh, Cade, I love you,” I said so softly I wondered if he could hear me.

“Say it again, Brook. I can never get enough of hearing you say it.” He groaned against my breast, laving my nipple with his tongue, first one, then the other, bringing more gasps out of me as he ran small feather soft kisses down the side of my breast.

I put my arms around him and pulled him up so I could kiss him. “I love you more than anything. Always,” I whispered against his mouth.

My hands slid up around his neck and then my nails raked down his chest. He pulled my lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it gently. I wanted him to feel how much I needed him. I pressed against him, my hands touching anywhere I could reach. Feeling him, rock hard, big and straining against me, made my knees go weak.

He bent, and lifted me into his arms, carrying me to the bed, while never breaking the kiss. I dragged my mouth to his neck, sucking and nipping at it gently. He moaned at the feel of my teeth on his skin.

On the bed, I rose onto my knees and went to work on the remaining buttons of his shirt.

“Brook, we don’t have to…” But his eyes were on fire as he watched my naked body move in the candlelight.

Desire burned between us.

“You said you’d give me anything I wanted,” I reminded, my mouth against his skin. I ran my tongue from his collarbone down his chest to his left nipple, my mouth closed around it as I used my tongue and mouth to tease it.

His breathing and heartbeat sped up; I could feel it. I pushed the shirt from his shoulders, and Cade pulled the clip from my hair, allowing it to tumble over my shoulders and down my back. His long fingers threading through it felt amazing. He was so beautiful, and the light hair on his chest, getting heavier as it disappeared into his jeans, made me wet with anticipation. My hands ran down his hard chest, feathering over his flat stomach until I found the button on his jeans. I made short work of it and slid the zipper down. He was full and thick, as hard as steel, yet soft as silk.

My hand reached inside as I stared up into his blue eyes.

He gasped as my hand closed around his flesh. “Jesus, Brook. Fuck, you’re driving me insane. I don’t have the strength to resist you.”

I raised my head to look into his eyes again, my hand still moving on him. I loved the way he felt. I loved knowing I’d soon know what it felt like to have him inside of me. Finally, inside of me.

“Mmmm… I don’t want you to,” I said in a moaning whisper; the overwhelming love I felt making me bold.

Cade made a low growl deep in his chest, and I thought he’d throw me down on the bed and take me, but he was so gentle. He bent to lick my top lip, and then placed a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth.

The kisses, while still passionate, slowed and became more tender, his hands more gentle and light on my body. Worshiping with every pass.

I touched him, too; managing to start moving his jeans down his lean hips. My hands pushed down over his firm butt. I felt his naked desire press on my stomach and I swooned.

“Oh, God, Cade.” My heart was pounding, the wetness pooling between my thighs. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” I breathed into his mouth.

“For fucking eternity.” He took my mouth in a deep, soulful kiss. His arm tightened around my waist, my arms around his neck, hands in his hair, holding him, kissing him back deeply as he lowered me to the bed.

His knees pushed into the mattress on the sides of my legs, as he bent to slowly kiss my neck, shoulders and breasts. He had me panting with desire when his hands ran the length of my body and he bent to suckle my breasts again. He sucked the nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue on it as his right hand lowered to the spot between my legs that screamed for his touch. It was slow, sweet and exquisite torture.

“Uhh…” I panted as my hips surged to meet him.

“Bloody hell, Brook. You’re so beautiful. I never want this to end.” His mouth left my breast and moved down my body. He touched every inch of my flesh, softly kneading, as if he couldn’t get enough. His hands spread my legs, and I held my breath.

I felt his breath on my inner thigh and ran his tongue from my knee higher up my leg. Feather-light kisses followed up and down both of my legs, my hips and on my stomach just below my navel. He had me writhing in anticipation. Then, his hands were on the inside of my thighs and sliding below my bottom as he brought his hot mouth down the apex of my clitoris.

“Oh, my God,” I panted. I felt like I was dying.

“Mmmmm…” he groaned, sucking lightly. I was wound so tight that I was going to come too soon. The months of wanting, and fantasies about this very moment, coupled with the long slow build of the evening, made me so sensitive.

“Cade… Uhnggg, Cade…” I gasped out his name, my back arching, my head falling back and both hands clutching frantically at the sheets

“Just let it go, baby. I love you so much, Brooklyn. I want you to come under my mouth.” His words made me gasp and writhe at the intimacy of it. Cade returned his greedy mouth to me licking and sucking until I thought I couldn’t stand it, until finally, he lightened the pressure to bring my body back down. I didn’t know how long it lasted, but he kept up the ebb and flow until I couldn’t bear another second. It felt delicious and sensual and right. I lost myself in the sensations, until finally, my body tensed and shuddered as he brought me over the edge. My back arched, and I convulsed over and over again. His lips lightened on my body as the shutters wracked me. Oh, my God, he was so good. And he was all mine.

“Caaaddeeee…” I breathed his name. “Mmmmm….”

He moved up my body and kissed my mouth deeply. “Brook, you are incredible. You taste so sweet, and your scent; you drive me wild with wanting you.” He nuzzled my neck, and then moved to deeply kiss me again, and I could taste myself on his mouth.

This was the most intimate I’d ever been with anyone, the closest I’d ever let myself be emotionally, too. It was so incredible, he was so beautiful, his passion and tenderness overwhelmed my heart.

I reached for his erection. I wanted to touch him, to bring him pleasure, to feel him inside me. He groaned under my touch, as my hand slid around him, and up and down his length.

“Mmmm… this has to be a dream. It’s so perfect,” he groaned.

My hands lightly skimmed his body, and I kissed his chest and neck, with my open mouth… “Let’s not wake up,” I said against his skin. He was salty and sweet, savory and sour, and I loved his taste.

I tried to push him back so I could taste him, but he stopped me. “Brook. I can’t wait another minute to be inside you. I want to make love with you.” Then he kissed me so passionately that it took my breath away, his tongue deep in my mouth, sucking on my lower lip between kisses.

I felt his knee go between my legs, and I moaned in anticipation, letting my legs fall open. I wanted him… now.

“Yes,” I begged against his mouth as I arched up to him.

I felt the thick, roundhead of him press into my softness and begin to stretch me open. I was so wet that with a little push, he’d be deep inside. “My God, babe. You’re so hot, so tight.” He moaned as he pushed in all the way. I pushed up to meet him, stretching, feeling him fill me. Every sensation increased my desire.

“You feel so amazing,” I murmured through the passionate haze.

He started to move within me, his hands reaching out for mine, our fingers interlacing and locking overhead as he continued to kiss me deeply on the mouth. He moved slowly at first, savoring each long thrust. I couldn’t believe the wonder of it as my mind fought to memorize every touch of his mouth on mine, his body pushing into mine, the way he sounded and smelled, his hands so tightly entwined with mine. I’d dreamed about this moment for months, but this was even more than I imagined it could be; more than I’d ever felt. This was making love, and it would leave its mark on me forever.