Chapter 177

"Clang-" The showerhead slipped from Conrad's hand, hitting the tiles with a loud crash. A sudden burst of cold water sprayed across them, soaking them to the bone. Just as his control began to snap, Calliope broke the kiss, breathless, cheeks flushed, and whispered against his lips- "Bed." His pupils narrowed instantly. The thin silk nightgown was now completely drenched, clinging to her curves like a second skin. And beneath it... she wore nothing. The fabric left very little to imagination. Actually, nothing at all. Conrad's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist, yanking her against his chest. His voice was low and rough, barely human. "You're handing yourself over... Just don't regret it." Before the warning could fully leave his lips, he claimed her mouth again-deep, possessive, and all-consuming. His palm cradled the back of her head, the other flicked off the water. A sharp motion-and the soaked fabric gave way. Their lips never parted.