More Than Famous (Famous #2) (52 page)

"Well... very introspective, thoughtful and responsive. He's sensitive, not afraid to show his feelings, he knows me better than anyone in the world. Um, he's
incredibly
good looking with dark blue eyes that can look greenish when he's confused or worried. He has the most beautiful, strong features and amazing sex hair that I love to pull and tug on when he makes love to me. I love the way it gets him all worked up."

I raised my eyebrows at her.
Did she know that?

She nodded as if she'd heard the question in my mind. "He's tender, very passionate, and talented. He has the most gorgeous mouth and the things he can do with it? Wow. He can bring me to my knees. He makes love to me with his words, his beautiful voice so full of velvet and sex; just the sound of it can make my panties damp."

My heart was thumping in my chest and my dick was completely paining me again. Her eyes and words were serious as she continued.

"And he has a huge di.."

I put my fingers to her mouth. "Okay, I get the picture..." I couldn't stop smiling even if I'd wanted to, the fact that she loved me that much left me breathless and completely aroused. "Let's not give these people the same picture, hmmm?"

A throaty laugh burst from her and I loved it.

"Oh, well...," she said dryly, raising her brows at me as she crossed her arms in front of her, "I'd bet money of them already have that same picture taped up on their bedroom walls, on their computer screens, and in their dreams. In fact, I'm sure of it."

"Irrelevant, anyway.  I'm sure he only has eyes for you," I said as I drew little circles on her back with the fingers of one hand. "Doesn't this mystery man need to be in love with you or is that of no consequence?"

She chewed on her lower lip as her face sobered and her eyes met mine, "I know he is. I feel him all around me. He's in my heart, on my skin, in my mind, inside my body. Even when he's not with me, I feel him as if he were standing right next to me."

I curled my arm around her waist and drew her closer to me.

"I feel you too. So much, Brook." My throat thickened as I spoke, "Please remember that when I'm gone."

She swallowed hard and her eyes glassed over momentarily, as she gave me a little nod. “You mean,
don’t forget to remember you
?”

My heart dropped. One thought; one split second, and we went from laughing, to sadness.

"Yes. Exactly. Want to get out of here? I'm suddenly feeling the urge to
rehearse
a whole lot more," I said as my hand moved up and down her back.

"Won't Daniel be disappointed if you leave now?"

"I did promise we'd get together for a little while after he's finished, but right now I don't care. I just want to be alone with you, love."

"We can be, but I don't want you to blow off your friends because of me. Let's just hang for a while. I don't have to be onset until late afternoon tomorrow."

I nodded reluctantly. I almost felt guilty on this film. She had a lot more retakes with Noah because they were both new actors. Retakes marked the end of production in Vancouver. One more reminder that this was winding down, and so soon, I'd be leaving my beautiful girl for New York.

My hand lifted to the back of Brook's head and my hand wrapped around her hair. She read my mind once again, and her arm tightened around my waist. She rested her head on my chest for a brief second as she blinked back the tears.

Oh, baby. I'm going to miss you so damn much.

IT WAS STILL
dark and utterly quiet as my hands searched for Cade next to me in the big bed. But only his scent lingered in the empty space. The sheets were cool which meant he'd been gone for a while. I pushed into a sitting position and ran my hands through my hair as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

I was in Cade's suite, in his bed; but where was he? The bedroom door was closed but there was a small beam of light streaming in beneath it. The light was faint, but I decided to follow it and I searched for something to cover my nakedness. Cade's grey T-shirt lay discarded on the floor and I picked it up, bringing it to my nose to inhale his scent. A mixture of cologne, salt and distinctly Cade flooded around me as I pulled it over my head and shoved my arms in the sleeves. My ears picked up some soft strains of his guitar coming from the other room.

We’d stayed until the end of the concert and invited the band back to Cade’s hotel room. Daniel and his girlfriend, Sarah, were the last to leave in the early morning hours, and afterward, Cade picked me up and carried me to the bedroom without a word. His lovemaking was clinging and desperate, and the passionate way his hands held me, and his deep kisses echoed some unspoken pain. Unspoken; but not unknown.

We still had a month together and while I was trying so hard not to think about it, and to concentrate on finishing
Don’t Forget to Remember Me
and our upcoming trip to Italy, the two and a half months we’d be apart was already hanging over us like a hurricane threatening to drown us. If we weren't careful, it could ruin what remaining time we had left to be together. I’d become so used to his presence; how would I get through it?

My fingers rolled up the sleeves on Cade's T-shirt as I reminded myself that the month remaining also included a five day separation right before Italy when Pinnacle would send Cade off to Cannes to pimp his upcoming film
, Only Us
.

Joy. I could hardly wait.

I opened the bedroom door and followed the music and soft light into the sitting room of the suite. Cade moved one of the upholstered chairs over to the sliding glass doors off the balcony so he could look out over the city lights as he strummed and plucked his guitar. Only the light over the bar cast him in shadows, his features unreadable as he faced the windows.

He wore flannel pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt; his feet were bare. His hair was a sexy mess and his jaw clenched and worked as a bevy of emotions crossed his features. He didn't hear me approach as I walked up behind him softly and went to my knees. He was slightly startled when my arms slid around his neck and my chin settled on his shoulder. I turned my face into the side of his neck and kissed it softly four or five times.

"I love you," I whispered against his skin. "I love you, Cade."

He'd stopped playing and one hand came up to cover mine on his chest. He lifted it to his mouth and brushed his warm lips across my knuckles. "I know. I love you, too," he said softly, obviously still lost in his thoughts.

"Are you okay? Do you want to talk?" My heart constricted and I closed my eyes.

He shrugged.

"What are you playing?"

His thumb moved back and forth on my hand that he still held to his lips. He spoke and the hot breath rushed over my skin. "You know me. I choose songs that echo my emotions in the moment."

I trembled as the heaviness of his words settled on me. Obviously, he was feeling our impending separation as heavily as I was. "Do you want to share with me? I'd love to hear it."

He sighed, "I'm just feeling..."

I turned my face into his neck again. "I know," I breathed into his ear, "me too."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. This is real. Your feelings are why I love you. Don’t try to hide them."

Cade sighed deeply and kissed my hand again. "Why are you so amazing? I still don't know where you came from.” The sound of his breath rushing out of his lungs accompanied its warmth on my skin. “Humph.”

I moved around to the front of his chair and settled down on the floor beside him, leaning up against his leg. My hand slid into the opening at the bottom of one leg in his pajamas as I rubbed his calf. "Play it for me?"

"It might make you cry..."

"So? If that happens it only means I understand what you're trying to say... as always, okay?" I felt my throat tighten even before he started to play. "You know I love listening to you."

"Yes," he said as his fingers began to strum the guitar, "I'm so thankful for you, Brook. You're like a balm to my soul."

I squeezed my eyes shut as I recognized the introduction strains of
I Could Not Ask For More
. It was perfect. His voice was soft and soulful as he began to sing. I could hear my emotions flooding through the notes and his voice.

Tears already stung at the back of my eyes as I moved so I could look up into Cade’s face while he sang to me. He was so sad and beautiful. My heart ached, breaking in my chest, at the pain that echoed through his voice. His eyes were liquid and his throat muscles worked as he sang, the song made more beautiful because he was the one singing it. My arms hugged my knees in front of me and I rested my chin on my hands to stop it from trembling. It took all the strength I could muster not to burst into tears as I listened to the lyrics until he finished.

He set down the guitar and I immediately scrambled up onto his lap, curling into him like a little child. My hands slid around his neck at the same time Cade’s strong arms closed around me and held me tight. He turned his face into my shoulder as we both held each other tight and tried not to cry.

"That was so beautiful." I could hardly get the words out.

"Brook, leaving you—“ He paused and I slammed my eyes shut. “It just hurts so bloody much."

"I know, I feel like I'm dying. But if we didn't love each other so much, it wouldn't hurt like this. So I'll take it, Cade, okay? I'll take all the pain that comes with loving you like this. It means so much."

"You're everything. All I want in the world is to be with you. I don’t want to go."

I looked up and brought my hand to his face before placing a soft kiss on his trembling mouth.

"Let's try to be happy these last weeks. I can't bare to waste one second being sad." Even as I said the words, I knew it would be impossible not to think about it, but I would concentrate on making him happy and putting a smile on his face as long as I could. I was filled with love and resolve as my mind and heart mirrored the words of the song he’d just sung.

It's impossible to love me more than I love you, Cade.  If you loved me only half as much... I couldn't ask for more.

Please join Cade & Brooklyn

when their story continues in…

Late Fall 2015

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Kahlen Aymes is a USA Today best selling author who writes steamy romance novels that cross genre lines between New Adult, Adult Contemporary and Erotica.

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