Billionaire's Contract Engagement(16)

To her surprise, he was staring thoughtfully at her, his eyes warm with something she was afraid to analyze.

"I absolutely agree," Evan murmured. "I'm a very lucky man."

Evan kept a possessive arm wrapped around Celia's waist as they  navigated the small field of people in the ballroom where everyone had  gathered after the rehearsal dinner.

A band played, and already several couples were dancing, his mom and dad included.

He knew the closeness between him and Celia was all for show, but the  primitive part of him recognized his desire to publicly brand her as his  woman. She'd probably knee him right in the groin if she had any  inkling what his thoughts were. The image made him wince and chuckle all  at the same time.

Every time he looked at Bettina, he was gripped by such gratitude and  relief that it staggered him. How close he'd come to an unmitigated  disaster.

All the things he had thought he wanted were ludicrous in hindsight. A  woman like Bettina would never hold his attention for long. She didn't  challenge him.

He wanted someone intelligent, as driven as he was, someone he could consider a partner.

Someone like Celia.

His lips tightened. Thanks to his decision to go with Maddox-he hadn't  told Celia yet-a relationship between them was impossible. Not that he'd  give a rat's ass that she worked for him indirectly, but Celia would  never agree.

"If you hold me any tighter, someone's going to call the police on us," Celia murmured.

He loosened his hold on her waist and uttered a low apology.

"Let's dance," she suggested. "You're way too tense. No one's ever going  to believe we're newly engaged and head over heels in loooove with you  scowling like that."

"You're right. Sorry. Got distracted."

"I'll try not to take that personally," she teased.

He relaxed immediately and let her pull him onto the dance floor. The  music was slow and seductive and gave him the perfect opportunity to do  what he'd been wanting to do all damn day. Hold her flush against his  body so he could feel every one of her soft, delectable curves.

They fit perfectly and he tucked her as close as she would go. His cheek  rested against her temple as he slowly whirled her around the floor.  Her hips swayed, brushing her belly across his groin. He let one hand  trail down her spine and over the curve of one hip.         

     



 

She tensed a moment, and he wondered if she'd tell him to back off but  then she relaxed with a sigh and melted into his arms once more.

"You were fantastic at lunch today," he said against her ear. "I never  thought my father would become such a fan. He's typically a stodgy,  conservative chauvinist."

Her shoulders shook with laughter. "He'd fit in quite well with my  family then. My father and brothers think my sole ambition in life  should be to look pretty and let them take care of me."

"I'm going to admit something," he said gravely.

She turned her face up, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, do tell.  Is this where you divulge your deepest, darkest secrets?"

"You could try to express an appropriate amount of appreciation for my confiding in you," he huffed.

"Very well. Let me just bat my eyelashes in adoration, but be quick or I'll mess up my mascara."

He shook his head as helpless laughter escaped. "What I was going to  admit was that while I truly appreciate and agree with everything you  had to say, there is a caveman lurking underneath my civilized exterior.  I can see why your family wants to protect and take care of you. I  think if you were mine, I'd feel much the same way."

Her lips parted, and she stared at him with the oddest expression. There  was no anger or condemnation. Interest and something else gleamed in  her emerald eyes.

"And sometimes I think if you were mine, I just might let you," she said huskily.

His entire body tightened. His hand raced up her spine and he curled his  fingers gently at her nape. Their eyes were locked together and all he  had to do was lean down. Just a bit. He could taste her already.

His head lowered. Her eyes narrowed to slits and she let out a breathy, feminine sigh of anticipation.

"Evan, you've monopolized her long enough."

His father's voice boomed in his ears and Evan jumped, sending Celia away from him for a brief moment.

Marshall stood there expectantly. "Going to let me cut in?"

Evan slipped Celia's hand into his father's. "Of course. Just don't keep her for long."

Marshall chuckled as he spirited Celia away. "One dance won't kill you, son."

Evan watched his dad whirl Celia across the floor. In a word, she was  magnificent. She laughed at something he said and her smile lit up the  entire room. She sparkled.

"Quite a woman," Mitchell drawled.

Evan stiffened and turned to see his brother standing there, drink in hand.

"Where's the bride-to-be?" Evan asked. "Didn't figure she'd let you out of her sight until the vows are spoken."

Mitchell shrugged. "She's over with Mom, talking about the honeymoon  arrangements." He looked again at Celia and their father. "You're  marrying her for real?"

"Is there some reason I shouldn't?" Evan asked mildly.

"Doesn't seem your type."

Evan regarded his brother with curiosity. "And what is my type?"

"Someone like Bettina. You seemed pretty hung up on her."

"I think it's safe to say I'm not hung up on Bettina."

"I can see why you're attracted to her," Mitchell said.

"Who?" Evan demanded sharply.

"Celia."

Both men stared across the room to where Celia danced with Marshall.

"She's a beautiful woman. I bet she's awesome in bed."

Evan rounded furiously on his brother. "You shut the hell up. Don't even breathe her name again. You got it?"

Mitchell smiled and backed away, holding his hands up in surrender.  "Okay, okay, I get it. You're awfully touchy about her. Funny, you  weren't that pissed when you found out about Bettina."

Mitchell sauntered off and Evan turned away, angry that he'd let his brother goad him.

"Evan, there you are."

He sighed when his mom latched on to his arm and dragged him over to  introduce him to people he had zero interest in and would never see  again in his life. After several minutes of pleasantries, Evan grew  restless. The song ended, and he turned in search of Celia.

His father was making his way through the crowd toward Evan and Lucy,  but Celia was nowhere to be seen. Frowning, Evan scanned the room until  finally he found her.

She was dancing with Mitchell. She didn't look altogether thrilled, but Mitchell was smiling as he held Celia close.

Irrational anger exploded over Evan. All he could see was that it was  Bettina all over again, only this time it mattered. This was Celia. His  Celia.

His brother was a slimy predator. Never mind that Celia was perfectly  capable of fending off any advances. He didn't even imagine she'd ever  be receptive to an overture on Mitchell's part. But the fact that his  brother would behave this way at his own wedding celebration enraged  Evan.         

     



 

His woman. He let Bettina go because she was never his. Celia was his even if she hadn't recognized that little fact.

Not stopping to think how it would look to others, he cut a path through  the crowd that had people exclaiming on either side of him. When he got  to Mitchell and Celia, he reached for his brother's arm and spun him  around.

"What the-" Mitchell began.

His eyes narrowed angrily, but Evan stopped him with a look.

"You'll excuse us, Mitchell. I find I've spent entirely too much time away from my fiancée."

Celia stared at both brothers in shock but didn't utter a single protest  when Evan all but dragged her out of the ballroom and into the hallway.

The predator had been unleashed. No way he'd stand by and watch his brother move in on what he considered his.

He stalked toward the elevator, his only thought to get Celia as far  away from everyone else as possible. He punched the button and hauled  her inside. As soon as the door closed, he slammed her against the back  wall and angled his mouth over hers.

It was like a fuse igniting. Desire sizzled down his spine, frying every  nerve ending in its path. He wasn't gentle. He wasn't sure he had it in  him. He devoured her. Claimed her.

She gasped for breath, and he stole it as soon as she could gain it back.

"Evan, what on earth  … "

The question ended on a moan as his mouth slid down her jaw to her neck. He sucked hungrily at the soft skin just below her ear.

Behind him the doors opened and without taking his mouth from her skin, he maneuvered them down the hall toward their suite.

He was on fire. He had no rational thought. His only instinct was to  take her. To make her understand she belonged to him. Only to him.

Her eyes were dazed when he leaned her against the wall next to the  door. His hands shook as he rummaged in his pocket for the key. It took  two times before he inserted it correctly and as soon as the lock  released, he threw open the door, held it with his foot and reached for  her again.