Adrian had to admit that there was something attractive about a head of red hair. Granted that attractive quality hadn't extended to some of the Weasley's that horrid keeper one and of course Percival. Granted he didn't know the whole brood but still... variety was the spice of life. One could not fuck one hair colour and one hair colour alone. "I certainly hope that's not the only thing that makes you wild." He threw back with a curl of his hand into the taunt skin of her side.
It was starting to get to him. The taunting. Ordinarily he could keep this up for as long as he damn well pleased. Until the other person was ready to jump out of their own skin. But he found himself having trouble keeping the urge to just grab her and ravage every inch of skin he could find at bay. He was doing his best though, lifting his other hand to curl around the length of her neck, rubbing lightly.
Not as good as it could be... oh he could think of many ways it could be better and Angelina had one of those ideas in hand. Her hand closed over his cheek and her lips pressed against his. He could taste the saltwater on her lips and before he could think otherwise, his hand was tightening on the back of her neck and his tongue was tracing the seam of her lips.
He moved quickly, gone with the pretense of teasing and lifted her up, straddling her across his lap. His teeth nipped at her lower lip before yanking back. "I think you can do better. Come on Johnson, show me how good you want it." He taunted as his hand squeezed her hip. Was there any other way for an encounter between the two of them to go, competitive and rash. His hand slide up and under the edge of her swimsuit, rounding over the curve of her ass. She always had a nice arse.