Lydia didn't hesitate. A sharp, triumphant gasp escaped her lips as she did exactly what she was told, planting both of her palms flat against the cold, smooth plaster of the entryway wall. She arched her back, presenting herself completely, her breathing already loud and shallow in the quiet penthouse.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, anticipation curling low in her stomach as she waited for him to close the distance between them. She'd wanted this since the moment they'd left the gala, since the moment his hand had settled possessively on her thigh beneath the table and refused to move.
"Adrian," she whimpered, turning her head back just enough to look at him over her shoulder. "Don't make me wait. You were so loud in the car, now do something about it."
"Shut up and keep your hands on the wall, Lydia," Adrian growled, his voice rough with a hunger he made no effort to disguise.
