Adam was furious. He didn't like her saying this was their last time together and that he shouldn't see her again. Her soft, red lips approached for a kiss, but Adam pushed her away in irritation. Celine, however, simply moved her hands from his shoulders to wrap tightly around his neck.
“Adam, you aren’t allowed to push me away,” she said, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she glared at him. She enunciated each word clearly, in a coquettish voice. “The distance is the same as before. This is our secret; I won’t tell Carly.” Then, she kissed him again.
The corners of Adam's eyes grew bloodshot. He felt like a beast that had tasted blood, a delicious taste he would savor in his memory. Celine's initiative ignited a fire within him.
He gave up resisting. When she tried to initiate intimacy, he turned the tables, wrapping his large hands around her smooth shoulders and pulling her onto his lap.
Ding!
The sharp sound of a car horn pierced the air. The red light had turned green. The cars behind them had swerved to pass. Only their Rolls-Royce Phantom and distinctive license plate deterred more aggressive reactions; otherwise, they would have likely been subjected to heavy honking.
Adam and Celine immediately separated. Celine blushed, realizing they were still in the car. Adam accelerated, and the car resumed its journey.
They didn't speak. Adam drove with one hand on the wheel, the other, adorned with a luxury watch, resting beside him. A small hand reached over, a little finger lightly brushing his. A good partner knows how to engage in foreplay and understand unspoken intentions, he thought. He captured the finger, pinching it lovingly before taking her hand in his. His large hand enveloped hers.
Their earlier embarrassment vanished. Celine looked out the window. "Where are we going?"
Adam lazily hummed, "Hmmm?"
"Are we going to a hotel? Or your place?" Celine asked cautiously.
Adam didn't answer. Soon, Celine realized he wasn't taking her to a hotel or his home; he was driving onto the highway.
She moved closer, kissing his face and chin, her hands roaming his chest. Adam removed her hands. His voice was hoarse, his tone mocking. "Don't you know how to do anything else?"
A dark aura surrounded him. His gaze, direct and sensual, held his desire. It was the way a mature man would look at a woman. Celine realized Adam could be quite sexy.
Under his gaze, she raised a skeptical eyebrow, her clear eyes brimming with innocence and lust. "How can that be? I know many things."
His bedroom manner had a playful undertone. (The following sentences are difficult to understand and appear to be incomplete or from a different narrative. They are left unedited but need significant clarification to be included.)
Celine kept on kissing him. Celine performed to the plate, the Hailey pulled her out of bed up sleeping, Celine. What did you do, why are ined exhausted and slept for two days straight. ate you so tired?