Thats why the bride shouldn't be seen by the groom.

He followed her arse as she bounced into the bathroom and he managed to bite back a groan. The woman was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of her. Khaat was his drug. Rob jumped up and ran into the bathroom. He opened the door of the shower and slipped in behind her. Rob wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. He placed tender kisses there and reached up to grab the soap from the tray on the wall. He held it under the shower nozzle for a few seconds before beginning to rub the soap across her back, lathering it up with bubbles. His hands were starting to wander again and Rob nipped the skin on her shoulder gently with his teeth.

"Don't you want to take advantage of this space, love? This closed, compact and tight space." he murmured in her ear. Rob playfully bit Khaat's earlobe and rubbed some of the soap across her breasts. He had a feeling he wouldn't get away with making love to her in the shower but he could get brownie points for trying.

"No. No, no, no. You are going to take me down that aisle, No more sex at all for you until I am Mrs. Robert Dent. Then you can have all you want. I promise. Come on. We have to get dressed. Daddy will be here any time now, and this scene here? Well, that just wouldn't be a good thing. Come help me get dressed. We have to hurry." She got out of the shower and dried off quickly, tossing him a large soft towel. She hurried out of the bathroom and began to dress in a hurry. She had the oddest feeling they were iin a time crunch now.