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  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘Why the hatred?’

  ‘I don’t hate you.’

  He lifted an eyebrow. ‘No? Seems that way to me. You never pass up an opportunity to have a go at me. You judge me and find me lacking. Every time we meet. Every single time. So what I want to know is, what did I ever do to earn your disdain?’

  She frowned, then smiled faintly. ‘I’ve just told you about my father’s relentless philandering and the misery it caused,’ she said with a mildness that he didn’t believe for a second. ‘Can’t you work it out?’

  Ah, so it boiled down to the women he went out with. As he’d always suspected. But he wasn’t going to accept it. It simply wasn’t a good enough reason to justify her attitude towards him.

  ‘Yes, I date a lot of women,’ he said, keeping his voice steady and devoid of any of the annoyance he felt. ‘But so what? All of them are over the age of consent. I don’t break up marriages and I don’t hurt anyone. So is that really what it’s all been about? Because if it is, to be honest I find it pretty pathetic.’ He stopped. Frowned. ‘And frankly why do you even care what I do?’

  Celia stared at him, her mouth opening then closing. She ran a hand through her hair. Took a breath and blew it out slowly. Then she nodded, lifted her chin a little and said, ‘OK, you know what, you’re right,’ she said. ‘It’s not just that.’

  ‘Then what’s the problem?’

  ‘Do you really want to know?’

  ‘I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.’

  ‘Well, how about you trying to get me into bed for a bet?’ she said flatly. ‘Is that a reasonable enough excuse for you?’

  Marcus stared at her, the distant sounds of chatter and music over the wall fading further as all his focus zoomed in on the woman standing in front of him, looking at him in challenge, cross, all fired up and maybe a bit hurt.

  ‘What?’ he managed. What bet? What the hell was she talking about?

  ‘The bet, Marcus,’ she said witheringly, folding her arms beneath her breasts and drawing his attention to her chest for a second. ‘You set about seducing me for a bet.’

  As he dragged his gaze up to the flush on her face her words filtered through the haze of desire that filled his head and he began to reel. ‘That’s what’s been bothering you all these years?’ he said, barely able to believe it. ‘That’s what’s been behind the insults, the sarcastic comments and the endless judgement?’

  She nodded. Shrugged. ‘I know it sounds pathetic but that kind of thing can make an impression on a sixteen-year-old girl.’

  An impression that lasted quite a bit longer than adolescence by the looks of it, he thought, rubbing a hand along his jaw as he gave himself a quick mental shake to clear his head. ‘You should have told me.’

  ‘When exactly?’

  ‘Any point in the last fifteen years would have been good.’

  She let out a sharp laugh. ‘Right. Because that wouldn’t have been embarrassing.’ She tilted her head, her chin still up and her expression still challenging. ‘In any case, why should I have told you?’

  ‘Because I’d have told you that there wasn’t a bet.’

  She frowned. ‘What?’

  ‘There wasn’t a bet.’

  ‘Yeah, right.’

  ‘Really. I swear.’

  She stared at him and the seconds ticked by as she absorbed the truth of it. ‘Then why did you say there was?’

  Marcus inwardly winced at the memory of his arrogant, reckless, out-of-control and hurting teenage self. ‘Bravado.’

  ‘Bravado?’

  ‘I was eighteen. Thought I knew it all. When you pushed me away it stung. Battered my pride. It hadn’t happened before.’

  ‘I can imagine,’ she said dryly.

  ‘Your knock-back hit me hard.’

  ‘I find that difficult to believe.’

  ‘Believe it.’

  ‘You called me a prick-tease.’

  Marcus flinched. Had he? Not his finest moment, but then there hadn’t been many fine moments at that point in his life. ‘I’m sorry. I wanted you badly. You seemed to want me equally badly. And then you didn’t. One minute you were all over me, the next you basically told me to get off you and then shot out through the door.’

  ‘It wasn’t entirely like that.’

  ‘No? Then what was it like? Why did you stop me that night?’

  ‘I was a virgin. I got carried away. And then I suddenly realised I didn’t want to lose my virginity to someone who’d probably be in bed with someone else the following night.’

  ‘I might not have been.’

  Celia rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah, sure.’

  And actually, there was no point denying it, she might well be right. At eighteen, with the death of his father six months before and his mother’s all-consuming grief that had left no room for a son who’d been equally devastated, and ultimately no room for life, he’d been off the rails for a while. The night of Dan’s eighteenth birthday party, which had fallen on the anniversary of the date his father had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, he’d been on a mission to self-destruct, and he hadn’t cared who’d got caught up in the process. In retrospect Celia had had a lucky escape. ‘Well, I guess we’ll never know.’

  ‘I guess we won’t.’

  ‘I was pretty keen on you, though,’ he said reflectively.

  ‘Were you?’

  ‘Yup. Even though you were Dan’s sister and therefore strictly off-limits.’

  ‘Not that off-limits,’ she said tartly. ‘If I hadn’t put a stop to things we’d have ended up in bed.’

  ‘No, well, I didn’t have many scruples back then.’ As evinced by the fact that following Celia’s rejection he hadn’t wasted any time in finding someone else to keep him company that night.

  ‘And you do now?’

  ‘A few. And you know something else?’ he said, taking the fact that she was still standing there, listening, as an encouraging sign.

  ‘What?’

  ‘Despite everything that’s happened between us over the years it turns out I still am pretty keen on you.’

  FOUR

  Just when Celia didn’t think she could take any more shocks to the system, bam, there was another one.

  She was still trying to get her head around the fact that Marcus thought that what she’d achieved with her career was impressive. That she’d got quite a large part of him badly, badly wrong. That there’d never been a bet and the enormity of what that meant. That ever since that night her attitude towards him—and men in general—had been fuelled by one tiny misunderstanding and could have been so very different if teenage angst hadn’t got in the way.

  So, on top of all that, the news that he wanted her was too much for her poor overloaded brain to take.

  ‘What?’ she said, rubbing her temple with her free hand as if that might somehow remove the ache that was now hammering at her skull.

  ‘I want you,’ he said, taking a step towards her and battering her senses with his proximity. ‘A lot. I think I always have.’

  ‘You have an odd way of showing it,’ she said, edging back a little and feeling the pressure inside her ease a fraction.

  The look in his eyes, dark and glittering and entirely focused on her, made her stomach flip. ‘I don’t take rejection well,’ he said softly.

  ‘No, you don’t.’

  ‘And you haven’t exactly been encouraging.’

  ‘Why would I be?’

  ‘You wouldn’t. Yet despite that you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.’

  Celia swallowed hard and tried to keep things rational because this was Marcus and he had the patter nailed, but it was hard to think straight when she wanted to be anything but rational. �
��Has it occurred to you that I might simply be the one that got away?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘And?’

  ‘Does it matter?’

  Did it? She didn’t have a clue about anything right now except for the desire sweeping through her. ‘I guess that depends on what happens next.’

  ‘What do you want to happen next?’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  But she did. Because if she was honest it was what she’d wanted for years now, even though she’d done her best to bury it. Hadn’t she been wishing that the animosity between them would abate? Hadn’t she been wondering what would remain if it did? Hadn’t she had hot, steamy dreams about it?

  And now it seemed as if the ill will had gone, and she didn’t have to wonder what would remain any more because she could feel it. Right down to her marrow. Electricity. Excitement and want. Unfettered by the past. Unleashed by the present.

  He took a step towards her, then reached out and ran his hand from her shoulder slowly, so slowly down her arm, watching as he did so.

  ‘You really don’t know?’ he murmured and she shivered.

  ‘Still working on it,’ she said, because what with the speed this was going, what with the whiplash one-eighty their relationship had undergone, some kind of caution here seemed prudent.

  ‘Did you know your sister-in-law thinks we have chemistry?’ he said softly, his fingers circling her wrist and resting over her thundering pulse.

  ‘I didn’t.’ But it didn’t surprise her because Zoe was perceptive like that.

  ‘She thinks there’s tension.’

  ‘There’s certainly been that.’

  ‘Apparently she also thinks we’re in denial.’

  ‘Right,’ she said weakly because she could barely breathe with the lust slamming through her, let alone speak.

  ‘Although I’m not any more.’

  Celia swallowed and thought that, seeing as how Marcus was being brutally honest at the moment, what else could she do but return the courtesy? ‘I never have been,’ she murmured.

  ‘No?’

  ‘I’ve always been attracted to you. I haven’t wanted to be. It’s been driving me insane.’

  His jaw tightened. His eyes darkened. He twined his fingers through hers and tugged her closer and her heart began to thump wildly.

  ‘So what do you suggest we do about it?’ he said softly, so close that he dazzled her. Scrambled her thoughts. Melted her brain. Rendered her all soft and mushy inside.

  Nothing was one option. The sensible one probably and definitely the one that would cause her the least emotional upheaval.

  But Celia had been sensible all her life and look where it had got her. She had a great career and pots of cash in the bank, but while her friends were tripping over themselves to rush up the aisle, as her father had so thoughtfully pointed out, she hadn’t had a boyfriend in years.

  Which generally suited her fine. She didn’t want a serious relationship right now. With the prospect of partnership on the horizon she didn’t have the time or the energy needed to devote to one. Yet, this afternoon, for the first time in months, she’d been aware of how alone she was.

  A medley of images now spun through the fog in her head: Dan and Zoe smiling adoringly at each other as they cut the cake; the look she’d caught Lily and Kit exchange during the speeches, a look that held love, acceptance, hope and such heat; all those couples swaying to the music.

  And her. Standing alone moments before her father had sought her out, her chest squeezing with loneliness and envy.

  The irony was that if it hadn’t been for Marcus’ stupid bravado her relationship history for the past fifteen years could have been very different. She might not have been so wary of men. She might not have been so suspicious of their motives. She might not have scared off anyone who showed more than a passing interest in her. She might even have eased up a bit on her career in order to have a relationship. A marriage. A family.

  But what was the point of dwelling on that now? She couldn’t change the past. And she was happy with her life. Today’s stab of loneliness was nothing more than a blip. Tomorrow she’d be back in London, back at work, and she’d be fine.

  She was glad she and Marcus had the opportunity to clear the air. It gave her some sort of closure. Maybe once the deal she was working on was out of the way she might be able to start a whole new chapter of her life romance-wise. Maybe she’d stop pushing men away. Maybe she’d find someone who was as driven as she was, who held the same values she did. Someone as sensible and level-headed as she was.

  The problem was, right now, she wasn’t feeling in the slightest bit sensible or level-headed. She was feeling reckless. Wild. Weirdly out of control. Her body was behaving way beyond its remit. Emotions were churning through her and playing havoc with her common sense.

  All because of Marcus, because she wanted him. God, she wanted him. Had for years, but had always thought it one-sided. Now, though, she knew it wasn’t, and she could feel the attraction burning between them, fierce, mutual and utterly irresistible.

  It had been so long since she’d had sex. Even longer since she’d had good sex. And with the amount of practice he’d had he’d be very good at it, she was sure.

  She was under no illusions about what he was. She might have been wrong about some things, but she knew he enjoyed playing the field. She knew he didn’t do commitment, didn’t do long-term, which suited her fine because she didn’t want either from him. She just wanted to explore this sizzling chemistry because for one thing it would undoubtedly give her proper closure and for another who was she to fight with such a force of nature?

  Mind made up, Celia ignored the little voice inside her head telling her she was mad and dragged her gaze up from the expanse of his chest. She saw a muscle in his jaw begin to pound and his eyes darken, and desire flooded through her.

  ‘Well?’ he said, the tension radiating off him suggesting that he was finding it as hard to cling onto his self-control as she was.

  ‘You know those scruples of yours?’ she said, her voice weirdly low and husky.

  ‘What about them?’

  ‘Do they include anything concerning friends’ younger sisters now?’

  ‘Nope.’

  ‘Good,’ she said as fire licked through the blood in her veins and her heart thundered wildly. ‘Then how about we finish what we started?’

  * * *

  One quick tug was all it took and then Celia was flush against him, her eyes widening and her lips parting on a gasp, although what she thought she was surprised about Marcus had no idea.

  What did she think would happen when she’d basically just told him she wanted to have sex with him? He might not have acknowledged it before but he’d been waiting for this for fifteen years. He wasn’t going to wait one more second. Couldn’t anyway, because the heat and want now flaring in the depths of her eyes, so different from the disdain and disapproval he was used to, were seducing him so completely that everything faded but her.

  What did he care about the wisdom of this? The implications? The potential fallout? He couldn’t even think about any of that. Not when the soft, pliant feel of her against him and the thready sound of her breathing, altogether such a contrast to her usual smart-talking, insult-delivering toughness, were obliterating what remained of his self-control.

  All he cared about right now was the fact that her dislike of him had been largely based on a misunderstanding, and despite all the odds against such a thing happening she was in his arms. Gazing up at him. Waiting for him to kiss her.

  So he did. As anticipation thundered through him he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his. Tongues touched and at the bolt of electricity that shot the length of his body he nearly lost his mind.

  As instinct took over and wiped h
is brain he disentangled his fingers from hers and slipped his hand to the small of her back. He slid his other hand up her arm to the nape of her neck and then buried it in her hair, holding her head steady as he increased the pressure, deepened the kiss.

  Celia moaned and pressed herself closer, sort of sinking into him. He heard the thud of her shoes and her bag hitting the path, and then her arms were round his neck, threading through his hair, and her soft breasts pushed harder against his chest, as if she needed the pressure, was desperate for the friction.

  When he drew back after what felt like hours but could only have been a minute or two, she looked dazed, her eyes all unfocused, her face flushed and her breathing ragged. Which pretty much mirrored the way he was feeling.

  ‘You pack quite a punch,’ he murmured, thinking with the one brain cell that was working that if he’d known they’d generate this much heat he’d have ignored the sarcasm and put her mouth to better use long ago.

  ‘So do you,’ she said shakily. ‘But if someone had told me this morning that I’d be kissing you now I’d have had them sectioned.’

  ‘It’s not exactly the outcome to the afternoon I’d have predicted either,’ he said, his heart racing and the blood pounding through his veins.

  ‘You mean this wasn’t what you meant by a ceasefire in hostilities?’

  ‘Not exactly.’

  ‘An interesting turn of events, then.’

  And about to get even more interesting, if things went his way, which he intended them to because this kind of combustible compatibility shouldn’t be allowed to go to waste.

  ‘Very,’ he said, pulling her tighter and leaving her in no doubt of how much he desired her.

  He felt her tremble and it sent a reciprocal tremble shuddering through him. ‘What exactly do you want, Marcus?’ she breathed.

  ‘You. Here.’

  ‘Now?’ She shivered in his arms, the idea clearly appealing if the way her pupils were dilating was anything to go by.

  ‘Now.’ There’d be time for finesse later. They had all night for long and slow. He just wanted her and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.