When she sat up, Adrian took a step back in order to give her room to get down off the counter. He could have helped her, he supposed, but he was a little busy letting his eyes take a final stroll over her skin. Already, he could see faint marks on her his, which, strangely enough, pleased me to no end. He didn't know why he liked what he liked, he just knew where to find it and how fast to get it. It was a decent arrangement.
With it being his house, he wasn't all that worried about putting clothes back on. Instead, he spent the next few moments watching her as she gathered her knickers and put them back. It entertained him to no end that her clothes were literally all over his kitchen. He hadn't even been aware of them hitting the ground, let alone where he'd tossed them.