The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 598

Chloe had just stepped out of the shower, brushing a bit of water off her face.

Lifting her head, she caught sight of Damon, also drenched. His pristine white shirt was soaked through, revealing the hue of his skin underneath. His hair was tousled from the water, falling across his forehead. Despite the disarray, he still looked stunning.

He was staring at her, his gaze intense.

Chloe flushed, lowering her head to avoid his gaze. Then she noticed that her white tee was also drenched, clinging to her body, her curves outlined sharply. Her ears turned red with embarrassment as she raised a hand to shield herself, the other hand pressing against his chest, gently trying to push him away. Not because of anything else, but just out of embarrassment.

Damon looked down at her, his arms tightening around her. Her body pressed against his chest, his white shirt soaked through, revealing his firm chest, exuding an irresistible allure.

Chloe bit her lip, her breath quickening with anxiety. Her eyes were locked onto his exposed chest through his wet shirt, her heart pounding in her chest. Her hand, resting on his chest, anxiously gripped his shirt.

"What are you going to do?" The words had barely left her mouth when Chloe bit her tongue. She was too easy a target for this man.

Damon slowly moved her arm away from her chest, his voice low and seductive, "I want to kiss you. I want you."

This kiss was unlike anything she had experienced before; it was intense and lingering, the hurried breaths and the intimacy between them slowly melting away her reasoning. Her grip on Damon's arm tightened, wanting more. As long as it was him, she was willing to accept more.

It seemed as though he couldn't bear the discomfort of his soaked shirt any longer. While still kissing her, Damon undid the remaining buttons of his shirt and swiftly shrugged it off.

His firm chest was partially visible through the fog, his arms wrapping even tighter around the woman who was about to topple over. His large hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, feeling the smoothness of her skin. He slid his hand over her slender waist, moving upwards and downwards.