That was an all together different kind of touch, and Ben drew in a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering at the first, tentative stroke. She watched him with rapt attention, touched him with single-minded curiosity, and he'd never felt so exposed or so wanted. It was an entirely new kind of power, the vulnerability of it startling and exhilarating in a way he never would've dreamed of.

While she touched him, he explored her in kind, one hand sliding up to cup one of her breasts, while the other dipped lower between her legs, his thumb finding the little bud of nerves that had made her gasp the night before.