Chapter 48

But Tristan shook his head. “Leave it on.”

Rain tilted his head and smiled. “Okay…”

“Do you want me to get some wine or—”

“No.” Rain moved closer to him, his eyes blazing with lust. He touched the edge of Tristan’s shirt and then popped open the first button. “I want you out of this shirt,” he said, in a thick voice.