Adrian had spent two hours in the gym, lifting weights and hitting a punching bad, but he wasn't the slightest bit tired when he finally got home. Quitting smoking had given him a lot more energy, and this energy was made entirely of the aggressive variety. He was so on edge that the slightest things set him off, and he almost punched more than one person in the past week.
As soon as he walked through the door - making a point to avoid Jackpot outside, who was whining his need for attention - Adrian stripped off his sweaty clothes, dropping them onto the floor without care. He was sweaty, and smelled a bit, but he didn't care about that either. What he needed was an orgasm. That would be enough to distract him from the nagging need for nicotine for a while.
He was still in his underwear when he burst through the bedroom door, and to remove them he started ripping at them like a caveman. His underwear ended up ripping and as he made the final few steps to the bed, they dangled around his left ankle. He was already hard (and had been since their journal conversation) and Adrian quite literally jumped into the bed, next to her. A moment later, he was kissing her forcefully, his hand gripping her thigh.