Come a Little Bit Closer: The Sullivans (23 page)

“Can I get you anything to drink?” Valentina asked him.

“Sure, water’s good.”

When she moved past him into the kitchen, it took every ounce of control he had not to pull her against him and breathe her in. She smelled exactly the way she had when he’d taken her on his desk, like lavender shampoo and sex and her own intoxicating scent that had always driven him crazy. He hadn’t come here for a friendly drink with two co-workers or to make more progress on the movie with her sister, but Valentina quickly cut off any advance he might have made.

“Thanks for coming to work with Tatiana tonight. I know how much she appreciates it. Especially,” she said in a low voice that only he could hear, “when you’re filming such a difficult scene tomorrow.”

Damn it, he couldn’t believe he’d forgotten what was coming tomorrow. The sex scene between Graham and Jo. More than ever, he needed to stay tonight and make sure Valentina understood that he and Tatiana were just going to be actors tomorrow when they had their hands and mouths on each other in front of the cameras.

“Valentina—”

She shoved a bottle of water from the fridge at him and said, “I’m going to turn in early,” to cut him off.

But before she could walk away from him yet one more time, he blocked her sister’s view with his body and took Valentina’s free hand in his. She sucked in her surprised gasp just before it left her lips, her eyes wide and full of the passion she never managed to conceal when she looked up at him.

He stroked his thumb along the inside of her wrist and felt her breath go in a soft
whoosh
. “Actually,” he said loud enough for Tatiana to hear, too, “with Nicola and Marcus crashing at my house tonight instead of heading back to Napa in the storm, would either of you have a problem with me staying here tonight so I can let the two lovebirds have some privacy?”

The flash of fire in Valentina’s eyes at how easily he’d trapped her had him grinning, even as Tatiana said, “You’re always welcome here, isn’t he, Val?”

Her “of course” came from between gritted teeth at the same time as she yanked her hand from his.

“Sweet dreams, Valentina.”

* * *

Valentina was nearly surly enough to lock her bedroom door. But she refused to give Smith the satisfaction of hearing her make a lame attempt to keep him out of her bed. How sad would it be if she needed a padlock to keep her legs shut around him?

If he dared come to her tonight, he’d find that she was strong enough to turn him away, to tell him that it simply wasn’t appropriate for the two of them to continue their secret tryst while her sister was only across the hall.

She decided to fight the chill of the rain pouring down outside by running a bath. Oh yes, she would very much enjoy the fact that Smith would have to listen to the water running and know she was naked and wet—with only her rubber ducky for company—while he sweated out the final mechanics of tomorrow’s scene with her sister.

Her gut clenched tight as she thought about what tomorrow would bring. Not just more of the gentle kisses Jo and Graham’s scene had ended on today, not just the adoring looks they’d had to give each other while in character during the photo shoot earlier in the week, but—

No.

She shouldn’t get all twisted up about it. She’d known all along this day would come where Smith and Tatiana would film a very intimate and sexy love scene, and that was one of the reasons why she’d been so careful not to let Smith get too close...so that what happened during filming wouldn’t end up destroying her.

Valentina put her fingertips into the water to test the temperature, sucking in a breath when she realized she’d made it too hot. She ran the cold tap for a few seconds, but when she tested the water again it was too cold.

She muttered a curse, the one harsh word echoing in the tiled room, as she pulled the plug to let some water out so that she could try to get it right again. But as she watched the water swirl and drain out of the tub, she suddenly saw herself in the water, pulled deeper, faster, down down down by the inescapable force of gravity.

It didn’t matter how hard she’d tried to fight her attraction to Smith, or how far away from the edge of the cliff she’d stood...she’d never succeeded at doing anything but falling straight into his wide-open arms.

What,
she suddenly found herself wondering,
if she didn’t fight it?

What if she let falling in love with him be as natural as gravity?

And what if she let Smith love her the way she’d always secretly dreamed of being loved? Was there a chance that they could work through all of the potential problems and issues that came from his career and her fear of being caught out by flashbulbs and cameras?

Kneeling by the side of the tub with the questions going around and around inside her head, she stared blindly at the water. Only when the last drops going down the drain made a loud sucking sound did it jolt her into standing up to finish getting ready for bed.

As she slid naked between her sheets, with the comforting sound of Smith and Tatiana talking out in the living room lulling her toward an exhausted sleep, she dreamed, not of broken hearts and raw disappointments...but of strong, warm arms that held her close until the storm outside stopped raging.

* * *

After Smith said goodnight to Tatiana, the seconds that he waited to hear her bedroom door close felt more like hours. Finally
,
he headed across the hallway to Valentina, silently opening, then closing her door.

In the dark, he could see, just barely, Valentina’s curled-up form under the covers. His heart skipped a beat as he watched her sleep. She was so beautiful, so peaceful as she breathed deeply and evenly. Her long hair was spread over the pillow and there was a small smile on her face, one that had him hoping she’d been dreaming of him.

He slid in behind her, her scent sweet and utterly intoxicating. He didn’t want to wake her when he knew how badly both of them needed the rest, but he had to hold her.

“You came.”

Valentina’s voice was sleepy, and so damned seductive it sent every last cell in his body that wasn’t already on fire up in flames.

Thanking God she wasn’t angry with him for sneaking uninvited into her bed, he couldn’t stop himself from slowly, softly, running one hand down her sleek curves. He wanted her, desperately, but just this chance to lie in bed with her was so precious that he would happily forgo making love if it meant getting to hold her.

Smith had always thought he had women under control, that they were a need he could turn on or off at will, that no woman could ever cause him pain.

Valentina had proved him wrong. So damned wrong.

It was how he knew for sure that he was in love with her. And love, as he’d seen first with his parents, and then with his siblings and their significant others, was worth the need, the hurt—worth absolutely everything.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then to the sensitive skin at the curve of her neck. She shivered against him, then turned to put her arms around him so that her breasts were pressed against his chest and her legs were sliding against his. She whispered his name, but he knew she was more asleep than awake.

“Shh,” he murmured against her lips before he pressed a soft kiss against them and felt her drop back into sleep just that quickly. “I’ve got you.”

Forever, if she’d have him.

Chapter Twenty-one

The storm had washed away in the middle of the night, leaving behind brilliant blue skies and crisp, clean San Francisco air as Valentina headed into her office on the set. She pulled her laptop out of her bag and put it down on her desk, her skin still tingling from Smith’s slow, sweet lovemaking that morning.

He hadn’t woken her when he’d come to her bed in the dark, just wrapped her up in his strong arms and held her. She couldn’t ever remember sleeping so deeply or so well. Nor could she remember ever waking up so needy, so hungry, so ready to be touched, kissed, stroked,
loved
by a man.

Their first night together—and all the quickies that had come after—had been about temptation, about discovery, and inescapable pleasure. But this morning, their need for each other had been a demand that neither of them could, or would, deny.

Even now as she thought back to it, their early morning lovemaking seemed more like a dream than flesh-and-blood reality. Perfectly silent, barely moving, they’d come together so naturally, so perfectly. Smith’s body fit against hers like he’d been made for her, and she’d been made for him.

She pressed her hand to the hollow of her throat where he’d pressed one kiss after another as she’d arched into him, and felt her heart beating the same rhythm it had beat beneath his lips. Not fast, but with a languid heat that rose more with every slow slide of his body into hers. She couldn’t remember what any other morning had been like without him there, could barely imagine a time when Smith hadn’t been hers.

The first rays of the sun had broken through the darkness as she’d given herself to him. His mouth had covered her sounds of pleasure, his tongue against hers driving her even higher still, before he’d given himself up to her, too.

All she’d wanted was to stay like that with him forever, to forget the rest of the world existed outside of their own private paradise.

But, she couldn’t forget that he had an early call. Knew, too, that she’d need to be on set soon to support Tatiana, on what was sure to be a difficult day. Quite possibly the most difficult one of the entire shoot.

Plus, if Tatiana had seen Smith coming out of her bedroom, the jig would officially be up...and Valentina would have some pretty big explaining to do to the one person from whom she’d vowed never to keep secrets.

She’d thought for sure when Smith had shown up at their house last night that he’d been looking for a showdown, but in the morning he hadn’t made her explain any of her swirling, conflicted thoughts. Instead, he’d said, “Today, when Tatiana and I are filming—”

She’d pressed her mouth to his to stop him from saying anything more. Filming sex scenes was part of his job. And since she hadn’t managed to keep her walls up around him these past weeks, then she was just going to have to find a way to deal with it, wasn’t she?

When she’d finally drawn back from his sinfully delicious mouth, he’d simply smiled his breath-stealing smile down at her, and said, “You make me very, very happy, Valentina.” He’d kissed her once more and then was gone a moment later, back to the guest room he hadn’t used for a quick shower, and then out the front door a short while after that.

Valentina finally realized she’d been daydreaming with her computer still in her hands for God knew how long, and gave herself a firm mental shove before briskly walking across the parking lot to her sister’s trailer. Pausing outside, she took a steadying breath and worked on her smile before knocking.

Her sister opened the door wearing a blue silk robe. Valentina’s breath caught in her throat. Tatiana had never looked lovelier, or more fresh and innocent at the same time that her sensuality had been played up with professional makeup and clothes and hair.

“You look beautiful, T.”

Her sister bit her lip. “Filming today is going to go okay, isn’t it?”

Oh God, what could she do but put her arm around Tatiana, smile as if it were no big deal, and say, “Of course it will. You’re two professionals doing your job. You know everyone always says that filming a love scene is not that different from filming a fight scene. One arm here. One leg there.”

“You’ll be there the whole time, right?”

The set was the very last place in the world Valentina wanted to be today. Just the thought of Smith’s mouth, his hands on her sister, had her stomach on the verge of emptying out the nothing she’d eaten. It was a closed set, and only the most essential members of the cast and crew would be there.

“Of course I will,” she promised. “And I won’t move an inch until you’re done.” But when she could see that her sister still wasn’t totally at ease, she said, “I’m sure it will be just like Smith said—you’ll probably feel like all you’re doing is playing Twister together.” Valentina made herself joke, “Little does he know how cutthroat us Landons are about our Twister games.”

When Tatiana laughed and grabbed her script to sit down with it for a few more minutes, Valentina breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Now all she needed to do was figure out a way to believe her Twister comment was true as well. Valentina had been trying to pretend this day wouldn’t come. But ignoring it hadn’t made it go away.

When Tatiana had first wanted to be an actress, Valentina had made her sister agree to one hard and fast rule: no matter how big the incentive from a studio or producer, she would never film any sex scenes as a minor. If she couldn’t legally drink, she wouldn’t take her clothes off in front of a set full of strangers and roll around naked on a huge screen for millions of viewers to salivate over.

Valentina didn’t expect—or even want—her sister to be a little girl forever. On the contrary, she celebrated what an incredibly lovely young woman she had become, despite the pressures from Hollywood to turn her into a carbon copy of every other actress out there.

The only problem with the fact that Tatiana could now order a glass of wine at a restaurant was the fact that sex scenes were no longer off the list.

Valentina also recognized that no one would ever call the sex scene in Smith’s movie gratuitous. Rather, it was a crucial part of the plot and character development for Jo and Graham as they moved from friends to lovers.

Still, she had no idea how she was going to deal with watching him make love to her sister. And worse still, considering it had to be one of the most terrifying moments of her sister’s career so far, how could Valentina ever forgive herself for caring more about her own feelings than Tatiana’s?

When the production assistant came to get Tatiana, thankfully, her sister looked as relaxed as if she were about to film a toothpaste commercial.