While he was pretty sure he could rise to both Angelina's demands, Adrian knew for a fact that if she didn't stop kissing his throat like that - if her lips didn't move away from the hollow where it met his chest - they weren't going anywhere quickly. His pulse beat heavy through his veins. "Got to stop distracting me if you want to move from this spot," he murmured, even as he tilted his head back to allow her easier access. His body wasn't exactly ready to cooperate. At least not with him. But then finally, finally, when he remembered he had a brain and cognitive reasoning, Adrian shifted so that he could lift Angelina in his arms - one behind her back and one at the crook of her knees. She wasn't heavy at all, thought that may have been adrenaline talking. It was easy enough after that to navigate away from the table, across the room, and into the bedroom. The candles would be safe enough, and the fire would die down when it was ready. Adrian kept his eyes on Angelina's, something that felt entirely natural since there wasn't any doubt about what either of them wanted.
Once he reached the side of the bed, he bent to set her on her feet. With the dress, it would be easier to have her standing. He took the opportunity to shrug out of his jacket, tossing it over the back of a chair that faced the windows. The tie came off next, his gaze not moving from Angelina's in the half-darkness. When he toed out of his shoes, it left him having to look up just a little, but for a change, it wasn't weird or off-putting. She'd said she liked all of him.
Adrian's eyes were then drawn to the cord criss-crossing Angelina's front. He did what he'd wanted to for half an hour already and took the ends in his hands, tugging gently so as not to tear or damage the thin material at either side. It took some finesse, though he didn't apologize as his fingers brushed her skin, to get the small knot loose. As soon as it was, he used both hands to loosen the lacing, watching as fabric shifted slowly. Adrian leaned in, capturing Angelina's mouth again. The dress needed a little more encouragement in the form of his fingers sliding under the straps at her shoulders and pushing. It made a sound that put him in mind of thick snow falling as it curtained down to pool at Angelina's feet.
Copying her earlier actions, Adrian trailed half-open kisses along her neck, taking it further when he moved across one collarbone to where his hand still rested. Merlin, he wanted his hands everywhere. They had all night, he told himself.
"Beautiful." And just to lighten the mood, he grinned against her skin suddenly, a soft chuckle leaving him as well. "Sure you don't want to hold out for someone taller?" Of course, as he asked the question, he cupped her sides in his hands again, marveling at the expanse of warm, soft skin exposed to him. If he woke in the morning to find it was all a dream, then it was a bloody good one. He was stalling like a blushing virgin and had no idea why. It wasn't like he hadn't done this before. The problem was that it hadn't meant quite the same thing in the past. He couldn't remember the need that was rising in him, to make sure it was as good as or better than it was for himself. This would leave them connected in a whole other way than laughter-filled conversations. Different even than just sleeping together, though he knew he would mark that as a point of importance in their relationship.