More Than Famous (Famous #2) Read Online Free PDF

slowing their movement, and then sliding them up my body around my ribs to cup my breasts.
    His face buried in my neck, he kissed me and told me over and over how much he loved me. 
    As my breathing slowed back down, I turned in his arms and took his mouth with mine.  I was starving for his kisses and I wanted his tongue in my mouth, as I fisted my hands in his hair to bring him closer, deeper.  We kissed over and over again, wanting more and more of each other. 
    God, I loved this man so much.  I couldn't even breathe without him.
    He pulled his mouth from mine to suck on my lower lip and I felt his hot breath fan out on my face. "I want you, Brook.  I want you, now. Right now."  His sexy voice filled me with new rush of desire, as his arms slid around my body and he went to lift me up on to his lap so we could make love.  He was flushed and urgent, almost frantic in his movements.
    "Uuuhhhh." I flinched against him, and he stilled instantly.
    "Brook, what is it?  Did I hurt you, honey?"  His eyes searched my face; his pupils were dilated, his lips swollen from our passionate kisses, and a slight flush to his cheeks. His hands moved to both sides of my face as he brushed my wet hair back.
    I felt a sharp pain when he lifted me, and I had no idea what it was from.  My eyes were half-lidded with desire as I bent to take his mouth with mine again.  His arms went around my hips to pull me to him, and I winced again.
    "Brooklyn, what the hell?  What's wrong?"
    "Nothing.” I shook my head.  “Just hold me, Cade.  Love me, please."
    He drew back to look at me his eyes skating across my breasts and then like lightning he leaned forward to look over my body.  Before I knew what he was doing he was standing up, lifting me out of the tub to stand me up in front of him.  I shivered from the removal of the hot water and his body from mine as he turned me to look over the left side of my body.
    His face turned to stone, the color draining from his features, then flushing red. 
    " What the fuck? How did you get these bruises, Brook? Tell me, fucking now!"
    I saw my reflection in the mirror and was shocked to see that I had a bruise on my rib cage and one on my thigh, but I wasn't sure how they got there.  Maybe during the rush through the airport, but I couldn't say for sure.
    Cade's breathing was coming in short bursts as he grabbed his pants and threw them on.
    "Brook, I'm not going to ask you again.  Tell me or I'll draw my own bloody conclusions. Tell me!" he yelled at me.
    He saw me flinch, and his face softened slightly as he brought a towel around me.  His hands were so gentle but he was so upset that he was visibly shaking.
    I put my hand on his bare chest.  "Cade.  Look at me," his hand came up to cover mine and I saw there were tears in his eyes that began to spill softly to his cheeks.
    "Did that motherfucker do this to you?  I will fucking kill him for touching you!" His voice was fierce, and I could see the muscle in his jaw working as he struggled to get a hold of himself.
    I felt my own tears overflow as I tried to put my arms around him... I started to sob. "Cade, please listen to me.  Don't. Don't shut me out right now." Suddenly his arms closed around me and he cried into my shoulder. My eyes closed as we quietly held each other for a few minutes.
    "Brooklyn.  You need to tell me what happened.  Now.  I mean it. Everything." He pulled back and looked in my face; my heart exploded into a million pieces at his hurt expression.
    I took his hand, and pulled him into the other room, to the sofa to sit beside me. I reached up to touch the side of his face as I looked in his eyes. I let my thumb brush back and forth on his jaw.
    "I told you what happened." He stiffened before I could continue. "Wait," I tried to control my emotions but my voice trembled as I held him.  "Please, let me finish. I don't know how I got these bruises.  Honestly. I mean, maybe rushing through the airport.  Things