didn’t give her time to finish her sentence in case she blew their cover. Besides, he’d kissed dozens of women. All he had to do was plant a perfunctory kiss on her lips and step back. Everyone would be happy.
Easy.
He lifted the heavy veil from her face and planted his mouth on hers.
* * *
Angelique had spent years during her teens imagining this very moment—the first time Remy kissed her. She had imagined it when other dates were kissing her, closing her eyes and dreaming it was actually Remy’s mouth moving on hers, his hands touching her, his body wanting her. Quite frankly, those mind-wanderings of hers had made some of those kisses—not to mention some of her sexual encounters—a little more bearable.
But not one of her imaginings came anywhere near to the real deal.
Remy didn’t kiss sloppily or wetly or inexpertly.
He kissed with purpose and potency.
The firm warmth of his lips, the taste of him, the feel of him was so...so intensely male, so addictive, she couldn’t stop herself from pushing up on tiptoe to keep the connection going. His mouth hardened and then she felt his tongue push against her lips just as she opened them.
His tongue slid into her mouth and found hers.
She heard him smother a groan as her tongue tangled with his.
She felt his body stir against her as he gripped her by the hips and pulled her flush against him.
She heard the cleric clear his throat. ‘Ahem...’
Remy dropped his hands. He looked slightly stunned for a moment, but then he seemed to give himself a mental shake before he grinned charmingly and rather cheekily at the cleric. ‘Almost forgot where I was for a moment.’
The cleric gave him an understanding smile. ‘It is very good to see an enthusiastic couple. It bodes well for a happy and fulfilling marriage.’
Angelique ground her teeth. Remy was enjoying this much more than he should. She could see the glint in his eyes as they reconnected with hers. She gave him an ‘I’ll get you for this later’ look but he just grinned even wider and gave her a wink.
‘The Crown Prince and his wife have a put on a special banquet in honour of your marriage,’ the cleric said.
Oh no! Don’t tell me there’s going to be a reception with speeches.
But as it turned out it was more like a party. A dry party. Which was a crying shame, as right now Angelique needed a glass of something alcoholic—make that two glasses and to hell with the calories—because she was now officially a married woman.
Arrrggh!
The reception room was as big as a football field, or so it appeared to Angelique. How many friends did Remy have out here, or had someone rented a crowd? There were at least a thousand people. Who had a wedding that big? It was ridiculous! It was like a wedding extravaganza, a showpiece of what a celebrity wedding reception should be. The room was decked out in the most amazing array of satin ribbons, balloons and sparkly lights that hung from the high ceiling like diamonds. They probably were diamonds, she thought as she glanced up at the chandelier above her head. Yep, diamonds.
They were led to the top table where Angelique was finally introduced to the Crown Prince’s wife, Abby, a fellow Englishwoman who had met and fallen in love with Talib earlier that year. A royal baby was due in a few months, which Abby explained had given an extra boost to the celebrations. It seemed Dharbiri was in party mode and an event like this could on for days. Great.
Remy took her hand and led her out to the dance floor for the bridal waltz. ‘Loosen up, Angelique. You feel like a shop-window mannequin in my arms.’
Angelique suppressed a glare. ‘Get your hands off my butt.’
He smoothed his hand over her hip and then tugged her against him. ‘That better?’
She looked at him with slitted eyes. ‘We’re supposed to be dancing, not making out.’
‘I thought you’d be great at dancing.’
‘I am great at dancing.’
‘Then show me your footwork.’
Angelique moved in against him and let him take the lead. The music was romantic with a flowing rhythm so she let her body move in time with it. She started to feel like a princess at a ball, or a star contestant on one of those reality dance shows. They moved in perfect unison around the dance floor. The other couples—and there were hundreds—swarmed backwards to give them more room.
‘Nice work,’ Remy said once it was over. ‘Maybe we should do that again some time.’
‘You trod on my toe.’
‘Did not.’
‘Did so.’
He gave her a grin as he pinched her cheek. ‘Smile, ma chérie.’
She smiled through clenched teeth. ‘I want to scratch your eyes out.’
‘Did I tell you how beautiful you looked?’
‘I can’t breathe in this dress. And I have no idea how I’m going to fit in the bathroom. They’ll have to take the door off or something.’
He grinned again and tapped her gently on the end of the nose. ‘You’ll find a way.’
Angelique let out a breath as she watched him turn to speak to another guest. There were times when Remy took his charm into very dangerous territory...
* * *
‘You have to try this,’ Remy said as he came over with a loaded plate from the banquet a little while later.
Angelique breathed in the delicious smell of lamb with herbs and garlic. She couldn’t stop her gaze from devouring everything on his plate. Along with the juicy lamb pieces, there was a couscous salad and some sort of potato dish and flatbread. The carbs would be astronomical. ‘No.’ She gave him a tight smile for the sake of anyone watching. ‘I’m not hungry.’
‘Here.’ He forked a piece of lamb and held it in front of her mouth. ‘You have to try this. It’s amazing.’
‘I don’t want it.’
His eyes locked on hers, hard, determined. Implacable. ‘Open your mouth.’
Angelique’s belly shifted at his commanding tone but she was not going to let him win this. This was her battle, not his. She was the one who had to keep her body in top shape for her career. She had been counting calories and carbs since she had landed her first contract. Since before that, actually. It was the only thing she could control. She knew what she had to do to keep her body perfect. She was not going to allow anyone, and in particular Remy Caffarelli, to sabotage her efforts.
She gave him a flinty look. ‘I said I’m not hungry.’
‘You’re lying.’
