In answer, Adrian took her hand and dipped her finger back into the chocolate. This time, though, he brought it to his own lips and slowly, steadily repeated her deliberate cleaning. His tongue swirled around it first before he hollowed his cheeks with suction and slowly drew the digit from his mouth. "When you did that earlier, it was like I could feel your lips wrapped around me instead of your finger," he told her, "and it took effort to not stalk over here, bend you over, and take you right here in the kitchen."