Adam Jones felt his throat was parched and burning, the pressure below was intense, while Elly Campbell’s face turned even darker.
"Adam Jones, get out!!"
She bit down on her back teeth, her eyes shooting daggers.
Pushing down the restlessness in his heart, he stepped towards her, lifted his hand, and presented a pair of panties in front of her with a teasing curve at the corner of his lips, "You dropped this, I’ve brought it in for you."
His voice carried a husky tone that incited imagination, and his brazen hold of her panties twisted Elly’s facial expression into a contortion.
Awkwardly snatching the panties from Adam’s hand, she averted her gaze and said, "You... you can go out now."
Adam chuckled twice, not immediately turning to leave but instead deliberately leaning towards her, lightly brushing the tip of her nose with his hand.
The gesture was affectionately teasing, making Elly involuntarily break out in goosebumps.
"Why do you still like to be ungrateful after crossing the river? I specially brought your panties here, and you don’t even have a thank you for me," he said.
He emphasized the word "panties," making such a private object turn into an implication so embarrassing that Elly could almost feel her face flush and her heart race.
Adam’s warm breath unintentionally brushed her face, his lips moving up and down, barely grazing hers with their proximity, causing a surge of heat to race through Elly’s body.
Her legs weakened, losing their strength.
Being naked, she had been holding clothes in front of her, but under such a heated and provocative atmosphere, such a shield seemed to lose its function, turning into something superfluous. With a light tug from Adam, the clothes fell to the floor.
Elly instinctively reached out to pick them up, but Adam stopped her.
He leaned in, his long arm casually bracing against the wall behind Elly, effortlessly trapping her in the middle.
The already cramped changing room seemed even smaller with Adam’s tall frame added to it.
Without any clothes to cover her body, Elly stood stark before Adam, her entire face flushed crimson.
Pushing against Adam’s chest with her hand, the warmth of her palm could feel his solid muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt.
Adam involuntarily let out a muffled groan, his breathing heavier than before.
Just as her lips parted, Adam lifted her chin and bent down to block them with his own.
As their lips met, Elly’s eyes widened with anger glaring at Adam, all the while using what little strength she had to push him away.
The three words she barely squeezed out were once again silenced by Adam, "Elly, I’ve missed you."
Adam’s kiss was clumsy, evidently not from someone experienced, but this man seemed to be a natural at learning fast. As he deepened the kiss bit by bit, Elly lost all her strength, succumbing to his desires.
Until his calloused palm lightly brushed across her chest, sending a shiver through her, and all of Elly’s rational thoughts swiftly returned.
Her eyes widened, and from some newfound strength, she pushed Adam away, her eyes tinged with irritation. She was unsure if she was more annoyed with Adam or with herself for nearly losing her composure in front of him.