Red hair was not the only thing that made Angelina wild, but she decided to ignore his comment. He would find out soon enough what made her wild. Deep down Angelina hated herself for wanting Adrian to know what made her wild, but it was far too deep to make an impact. Right now, all she could think about was snogging him, clawing him, and perhaps taking his swim trunks off and finally seeing what was underneath. Angelina had no idea where this sudden attraction came from, but she wasn't in any state to care. If she was thinking clearly, Ange may have realized something wasn't right. But when had she ever been one to slow down and think about things? Angelina ran off her emotions, and if her emotions wanted Pucey they were going to get him.
Ange felt how easily Adrian had lifted her on top of him. And without caring or much effort. It was hot, no matter what anyone said. Kissing him had been nice, but maybe she would like to play with him a little longer. Now that she knew he wanted it too, it would make things easier. With a smirk, Angelina bit her lip and placed her hands on his shoulders. "You're going to regret that," she teased. Digging as hard as she could, Angelina clawed her nails down Adrian's chest and stopped just before his swim trunks. Her one hand toyed with the waistline a bit before undoing them. She didn't tug them off though - not yet.
Leaning forwards, Angelina decided to go to work on his neck and chest. If he wanted her to prove she wanted him, she was going to make it hell for him. Angelina wasn't about to give him the satisfaction that easily, after all. As her mouth was occupied, one of her hands rested just underneath his waistband, threatening to go lower, but not doing much of anything.