When the thought occurred to her that maybe that was why they’d always fit together so well—because neither of them behaved as they should—she fought to shove it away.
His hand didn’t still on her skin. The same slow stroke of heat warmed her more with every pass he made over her curves as he said, “I don’t want you to go,” in a low voice that thrummed up and down her spine and over her skin.
“You know what we agreed last night,” she reminded him.
“I know what we agreed,” he said, “but that was before.”
That one word—before—and all the memories of the after that had included his mouth, his hands, his body over hers, forced her to silently acknowledge her own foolishness.
Had she really thought she could get what she needed from him in one short night to fill her well, scratch her itch, and purge the desire from her system? And hadn’t she known all along that his kisses, his hands warming her skin, his body pressing down hard and perfect over hers, would be akin to a trap?
One she’d never, ever want to get out of.
She wouldn’t deny that somewhere between working together on set and a moonlit dinner on the rocks at Alcatraz, they had become friends. And, oh, to be Smith’s lover was truly an extraordinary thing.
But giving her body and laughter and companionship to him was one thing. Giving her heart to him would be another entirely.
Because no matter how much she enjoyed being with him, regardless of how wonderful he’d been thus far, at the end of the day, he was still in the one profession in which forever truly meant nothing. Valentina’s mother had wanted to believe in that false forever so many times. But wanting to believe in the fairytale hadn’t ever been enough to actually make it come true.
Even worse, the whole thing would end up captured on film, by photographers and cameramen who worked for a public that couldn’t get enough of their stars’ private lives.
“Last night was amazing.” There was less than no point in acting like it wasn’t. “But that doesn’t change who you are. Or who I am.” Only, when her crystal-clear logic didn’t convince him to lift his limbs from where he still had her pressed to the bed beside him, frustration at just how badly she wanted to stay with him had her saying, “You should have let me go during your interview. It wasn’t fair that you kept me here.”
Smith had her all the way on her back with her hands held above her head so quickly that the air squeaked out of her lungs.
“Fair? Do you think any of this is fair?” His eyes went nearly to black right before his mouth took hers in a hard kiss, one that had lost any veneer of gentleness. “Do you think it’s fair that I’m falling for a woman who wants nothing to do with me just because of my job?”
He nipped at her lower lip this time, before taking her mouth again in a kiss that had her own mouth responding to the heady mix of pleasure and pain. And as his free hand cupped her breast, even though somewhere in the back of her head the thought came that she should be frightened of a man who had just lost his control and was now letting loose his frustration on her, she arched into Smith’s touch instead.
How could she ever be afraid of him? He’d been so gentle, so sweet with her from the very beginning. He’d held her in his arms when she’d talked about her father. He’d treated her sister like the precious jewel she was. And she also knew that what they’d shared together the previous night could never be misconstrued as just sex...because it had been making love, from the first kiss to the last gasp of pleasure.
Her tongue was tangling with his now as his hand moved lower, over her stomach, then lower still, before he lifted his mouth from hers, his eyes blazing with heat and frustration and boundless desire as he stared down at her.
“Is it fair that I can’t stop thinking about you for one second when I’m working on the biggest film of my life and shouldn’t be thinking about another goddamned thing?”
If he hadn’t been holding her hands so firmly above her head, she would have reached for his face to comfort him. Instead, all she could do was shake her head.
“No.” She swallowed hard at the raw emotion on his shockingly beautiful face, and at the powerful emotions pushing through her insides, too. “It isn’t fair.”
She couldn’t make things fair for him, couldn’t give him whatever it was he seemed to want, couldn’t promise him a future where it didn’t matter who he was or how complicated his life and career were.
All she could do was give him herself, and pleasure, one more time.
Smith was so much bigger, so much stronger than she was, but passion—and the pain of knowing how badly she had hurt him this morning by wanting to leave so soon after waking—gave her the strength to tumble them over so that he was on his back and she was straddling him. Her wrists were still in his hand, but now her palms rested flat over his chest, right where his heart was beating fast.
With her thighs opened wide above him, she found his hard length and began to move over him, not taking him inside, but gliding up and down his thick length again and again until they were both panting. All the while, he held her hands over his heart as her belly tightened down and she rocked harder into him. With his other hand, he gripped her hips hard to help her all the way over the edge of pleasure she hadn’t realized she’d already approached. She cried out his name as her climax took her over, head to toe, Smith’s hard body steady beneath hers as she rode out wave after wave of sweet sensation.
It wasn’t until she finally came back to earth that she realized he had reversed their positions again so that she was lying back on the bed. Her body was still vibrating from the incredible strength of her unexpected release when she felt him shift slightly to the side, heard a drawer opening and paper tearing, her entire body clenching tight, then opening again for him, in anticipation of even more intense and heady pleasure.
* * *
Smith was a heartbeat from roughly thrusting into Valentina when sanity punched him hard across the jaw.
What had he just done? And what the hell was he about to do to her?
“Valentina, forgive me.”
“Forgive you?” The words were soft, and sounded so damned sexy, from lips swollen from his rough kisses. “What have you done?”
Did she really not realize he’d all but tackled her just minutes ago when frustration—and a helplessness he had no idea how to deal with—had finally gotten the best of him?