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of those tight, skinny butts that made her feel huge.
    Unable to stop her gaze, she stared at Rain’s ass. It was tight and hard, not tiny. She probably couldn’t wear his jeans, but she wouldn’t feel as though she was crushing him if she was on top.
    The tugging on her bodice intensified, drawing the dress lower. She glanced down and saw the darker-pink of one nipple. Oh damn. Spinning to make sure her back was firmly directed to Rain, she grabbed the material and yanked it up. The dress once again in place, Cait turned her attention to the hangers. She counted, mentally tracking the tally in her head.
    The elastic loosened once again, but she ignored it. She had work to do and it wasn’t as if the dress could slide to the ground.
    Even as she counted, she was aware of Rain moving behind her. He was silent, but impossible to ignore. The delicious scent of his aftershave filled her head. Unable to stop her imagination from running wild, she pictured him naked, stretched out on her bed, strong fingers wrapped around his hard cock, watching her, calling to her.
    Heat gushed into her pussy. Her nipples tightened painfully. This time, she glanced down and, sure enough, they were making distinct little mounds through the silk bodice.
    Ignore it. Count hangers. Focus. Focus on the hangers, not on the sexy male behind you. Sexy, strong. Yummy. She licked her lips, imagining how he would taste. Unlike many women she knew, she loved giving blowjobs, liked to feel her lover’s cock against her tongue and to hold so much heat in her mouth. The warmth that had started between her legs had expanded through her body as if it was a lava flow . Air brushed her skin, cooling her, tempting her.
    Temptation . That was Rain. His body, hard and strong. She knew the months of recovery had strengthened his damaged muscles and everything she could see looked in prime condition.
    Damn, she could practically feel it—a long, thick cock inside her, pumping up into her pussy as she rode him.
    Her knees wobbled and Cait clutched the coat rack, using the weak metal to keep herself upright. Heat and need filled the center of her body. Even as she acknowledged the insanity of it all, she wanted him, inside her, above her, his cock filling her, over and over again. The bright-green eyes staring at her as he fucked her, as she rose up and down on that hard, delicious cock.
    She licked her lips and imagined him fucking her mouth.
    Slowly thrusting deep, his hands in her hair, holding her in place as he worked his shaft in and out of her mouth. Another moan gripped her throat, begging for release. Maybe if she turned away, she could secretly rub her pussy against one of the metal posts to ease the ache.
    Focus. Focus. She tried to command her mind, but the warmth of Rain’s body was so close and she was so cold. Shivering.
    She looked down and saw her breasts. Naked. Nipples hard and tight. In fact, everything except the red scrap of silk she’d put on for panties was gone. The white wedding dress was pooled around her ankles.
    How the hell had she become naked?
     
    Concentrate. Concentrate.
    Rain repeated the word over and over in his brain. Despite Tanner’s dare, he had no intention of fucking Cait tonight. Or trying to seduce her.
    Hell, a woman hadn’t seen him naked since before the shooting and fire. He wasn’t going to start now. Not with the woman who put his porn star fantasies to shame.
    He slipped the tab over the end of the hanger and shoved it to the side, fighting to keep a firm grip on his desires, trying to ignore the woman behind him.
    Cait. Cool, controlled. Almost brittle at work. So crisp in her uniform. On a normal day, it was enough to make any man want to muss her up a bit, fuck her until she lost the sleek lines of her hair bun, until she forgot to stay in control.
    But tonight, she’d walked in, and damn, he’d almost come. Thank God he’d worn a tux and the jacket was long enough to cover his hard-on.
    Cait wore a