Beyond Famous (Famous #3) (52 page)

 "Will there be anything else, Ms. Halloway?" the man asked.  I didn't know him well; he was someone that Jeanne had the agency send last minute specifically for this trip.  His name was Steve or Sam or something.  I couldn't remember.

 "Um, not for an hour or two.  I'm going to shower and then I'd like to surprise Cade on set.  Do you have access?"

 "I can make some calls.  Denise can make it happen."

 "Thank you... uh..."

 "Steven." He smiled shyly at me.  He was huge, as they normally were, towering over me, with dark brown eyes and closely cut hair.

"Thank you, Steven." I smiled, silently praying he would leave quickly. 

When he did and the door closed loudly behind him, I turned into the room and looked around.  Cade's clothes were strewn everywhere, over the couch, the floor, in a pile at the bottom of the closet.  A pair of Adidas dropped on the floor in a haphazard manner near the coffee table and there were beer bottles, remnants of a sandwich, and an empty water bottle on top of it.

 "Hmmmph!"  I huffed.  He probably didn't let the maid in for fear she'd steal his underwear and sell it on Ebay.  I smiled, kicking off my shoes and letting them land next to his. I went into the bedroom and glanced over the bed.  His guitar was lying on the un-slept-in side, inside its open case, while the covers were pushed back on the other.  An impression of his head was clear on the pillow and I fell into it, face down and inhaled his scent, clutching at the sheet at the same time.  My heart was racing, his essence emanating from everything around me.  I was really
here
.  I was going to see my man in a matter of an hour or two and I couldn't freaking wait. 

 "Cade."

 I had to stay awake for at least seven more hours so I could lose the jet lag, but I didn't want to be dragging when I finally got to Cade.  I pushed off of the bed and walked to my purse, pulling out some Excedrin, picked up the phone and ordered coffee from room service.  Caffeine.  I needed caffeine.   I didn't know much French, but
cafe'
was a must know. 

Twenty minutes, two cups of coffee and a shower later, I applied a light layer of makeup, a little blush, and some gloss to my lips.  I couldn't stand waiting one more minute.  Dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and black hoodie, I pushed my feet back into my Chucks and texted Steven.

 Within five minutes, there was a knock at the door and he and one other dude were there to take me to the movie set.  In the car, my knee bounced up and down and I found myself biting my nails.  Ugh. I pulled my fingers from my lips and shoved both hands under my thighs.  It was only a ten-minute ride, but somehow it felt like ten hours.

 "Brook, Cade has just finished and has gone to his trailer.  Should we let him know you're here?" Steven asked casually, leaning one arm over the front seat so he could look at me.

 "I'd rather surprise him.  Is that possible?"

 He smiled.  "Sure, but I have to coordinate with Bill, Cade’s bodyguard.  I'll tell him to keep it quiet."

 My hands were shaking by the time the car pulled up into an array of white trailers, scattered closely together over a small lot.  I wondered how they knew which was Cade's, but they pulled up next to one near the center and stopped.

 "This is his trailer, and he's in there now.  You should knock.  He might be naked or something," Steve teased with a grin. 

I smiled brightly, my hand going for the door handle. 

 "Keep your hood up and crouch down. Never know where there are photographers.  We think it's clean, but it wouldn't hurt to be careful," he warned.

 "Okay.  Thanks, Steven.  I'll go back to the hotel with Cade and Bill.  You can take the night off."

 He smiled.  "Okay, but call me if you need me.  I should be with you if you decide to go out."

 "Sure.  I promise."  I was already scrambling out of the back of the big SUV and hurrying toward the trailer door.  My hand grabbed the silver knob and pulled it open.  There was music playing, but I didn't see Cade when I poked my head inside.  I quickly closed the door behind me with a loud bang, hoping to get him out in the open.

 "What the hell?" he mumbled in his delicious accent.  "Don't you bloody knock?"

 I could barely contain the happiness bubbling up inside me as he walked out of what must have been the bathroom.  He was still dressed in his costume, his hair gelled and pulling at the old fashioned tie around his neck, his long vest unbuttoned.

 "Uh, no, I didn't think I needed to knock," I said, tongue in cheek as his eyes fell upon me for the first time.

 Cade's face lit up and he rushed toward me and I was instantly swallowed up in his arms, my feet dangling off of the floor as we held each other as if we'd never let go.  "Oh my God!" Cade breathed into the hair at the side of my neck.  "I’m gonna kill Denise. Then I’m gonna kiss her!”

My hands stroked at the back of his head as we stood there, wrapped up tight. “I know. It never gets any easier, does it? Happy birthday
to me
.” I whispered, just before his mouth closed hungrily over mine.

Cade laughed softly before swooping down to claim my lips with his.

We kissed again and again, not able to get enough of each other, sucking and feasting on each other as if we were starving. We were. My hands wound in his hair and pulled him back after he managed to sit down on the couch and wrap me in his arms. Finally, his mouth lifted and he rested his forehead against mine. “You smell so bloody good. Just like my baby.”

Tears welled in my eyes at the overwhelming emotions. I would never get used to how much I loved this man. “I love you.” I pushed his hair back and he chuckled when the gel made a crinkling sound in my fingers. I smiled against his cheek and kissed it softly. “I didn’t know they had hair gel in seventeenth century France,” I giggled against him and he joined in.

“Probably something equally enchanting like afterbirth or lard,” he laughed happily and kissed me softly again. I turned into his arms and wound mine around his shoulders again. “I can’t believe you’re here. I’d resigned myself to not seeing you for your birthday. Do you have to leave?
Dystopia
…?”

“Will premiere without me.” I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “I’m where I want to be and I’m not budging.”

I turned so that I could face him, my knees beside his hips on the leather; I wiggled in his lap and grinned at him. My eyes locked on his, I pulled the tie completely free and threw it over his shoulder. “You don’t need this…” I said softly, making short work of the buttons on the shirt. I pushed it open and splayed my hands on his chest and it expanded as he sucked in his breath. “Or this…” I murmured.

Cade’s hands closed around my hips and he pulled me tighter against him. “I find I have an affinity for this position,” he said softly, his hands moving from my hips to my thighs.

I couldn’t help it; I moaned as my mouth settled back on his and my hips surged forward. It launched Cade into action and he stood up, holding me and turning to lay me down on my back. He followed me down, coming into the cradle of my body in one smooth motion. I welcomed him with open arms, my legs wrapping snuggly around his hips, as he pushed his hardness into my heat as we kissed hungrily. “God, Brook. I need you. I want you so much. I’ve been starving for you.”

We’d made love hundreds of times by now but he still made my heart race, his hands pushing up the front of my shirt so that the bare skin of his stomach was now infused with mine, and then cupping my breast, his thumbs teasing my nipples. He knew how to bring heat and wetness to throb at my center. Soon my hands were clawing at his clothes like his were clawing at mine, our mouths sucking and worshiping, dragging across each other’s skin and back, hunger for the other a nagging ache that couldn’t be sated.

The couch was too small, confining as he pushed my shirt up and away, his hands then moving to the button and zipper of my jeans. We tumbled to the floor, Cade landing beneath me with a thud, but completely shielding me from the hard floor. It was covered in carpet, but it offered little cushion.

“Baby, are you okay?” I groaned, trying to look in his face for traces of pain. There was only passion and desire. His eyes were hooded, and glowing, his full lips slightly open as his breath rushed in between them in rapid succession. He pulled my shoes off and then my jeans followed, soon I was lying naked beneath his heated gaze. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was so fucking beautiful as he shrugged out of his shirt and vest in one motion then he made short work of the opening of his pants.

“Brilliant. I’m about to make love to my wife,” it was a guttural groan as he raked his hands over my body, starting at my breasts, down over my ribs and hips until both thumbs worked in gentle prodding at my clit.

I arched into him and sighed. “Uhhh….”

“You
are
my wife, Brook. In my heart. There will never be anyone else but you. I love you more than anything on this earth. I wish the wedding on the set of
Don’t Forget to Remember Me
had been real.” Cade’s eyes darkened a deeper shade of blue as he looked at me. The sun was going down, and only a small light from the bathroom shone over us, casting shadows over the sharp planes of his face.

I closed my eyes against the pain of what his words did to my heart. I felt like I would burst and my eyes burned with tears. He was so perfect. “Cade…” my voice cracked on the word but it felt like a prayer. If I could only say one word for the rest of my life, it had to be his name. “I love you that much, too. No one else exists for me.”

He made love to me like it was the first time… and the last. His body pushed into mine over and over a mixture of urgency and tenderness until we were both breathless. Our hands worshiped with every touch, our lips tasting and savoring. We forgot about the bodyguards waiting for us on the other side of the thin walls, not caring if they heard the breathless sounds we elicited from each other as we made love.

Cade was my reality; on screen or off. In all the world; there was only us.

MY HAND STROKED
the bare skin of Brook’s back, my lips pressed to her forehead as we clung together, our breathing still labored. My heart ached with the ecstasy of her presence. She was here in my arms; real, loving me, right here and now.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you, Brook? I mean, really?”

“Mmm…” she moaned and turned her head to press a series of butterfly kisses to my chest. It felt like heaven. As much as I wanted her and how our passion consumed us, moments like this, when we were close, talking meant just as much. “I think so, yes. But it still amazes me.”

I pulled her up a little more on my body, so my arms could wrap more fully around her small form. “Have you lost weight? You seem thinner.”

“I wasn’t trying to, but maybe a little. Should we go? The guys are waiting to take us to dinner.”

I shook my head and tightened my arms. “Not yet. I’m not ready to let go of you. They know we’re shagging each other senseless, so why do we need to rush?”

Brook giggled, her shoulders shaking. “Cade, you have such a way of putting things. God,” she admonished.

“It’s the bloody truth. So what?” We both laughed together. “How long are you here for, love? Does Jeanne have you back in the States on a junket this weekend? I thought that was the plan?” The London premiere of her film was supposed to be Wednesday then the American premieres in New York and L.A. were slated for Friday and Saturday nights. The traveling for these things was horrendous.

“Well, I changed the plan,” she said casually and shrugged. “After our phone conversation, I just didn’t want to be away from you for my birthday. It felt wrong.” Her head tilted up, and her mouth brushed against mine.

“I know. This isn’t the life I want for us; we’re always on opposite sides of the world. I bloody hate it. I hate that sometimes nameless people know as much about what’s going on with you as I do.”

“The world isn’t dialed in like you. You can get to me anytime, babe.”

“No, I can’t. Today I couldn’t reach you and it drove me crazy.”