Rain.
The wedding hall is a vision of white roses and crystal chandeliers, I spare only a quick glance. After a long search, I finally find Colt alone and corner him in a small, empty lounge.
Colt impatiently adjusts his tie, looking handsome and so smug in his suit. “What do you want?”
I soften my stance and close the distance between us, not about to waste time with words. The desperate need to reassert my dominance over his body is greater than his impatience.
I slide my hand down his chest and let my fingers brush the fabric covering his groin. My smile is knowing and innocent.
“What are you doing, Rain?” Colt stiffens, but he doesn’t push me away.
Good sign.
My hand loosens his belt and slides into the waistband of his pants. His breath hitches, a sound of surprise and rec
