"You've taken more than my hand," Ben pointed out, grinning crookedly at her, one hand settling against the curve of her neck, his thumb resting against the bolt of her jaw.
"You can have anything you want," he promised, his free hand moving to cup her breast, the rough pad of his thumb circling her nipple. "Anything. You already have it."
Leaning forward, he kissed the dampness collected at the corner of her eyes, nuzzling softly at her cheek.
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"You can have anything you want," he promised, his free hand moving to cup her breast, the rough pad of his thumb circling her nipple. "Anything. You already have it."
Leaning forward, he kissed the dampness collected at the corner of her eyes, nuzzling softly at her cheek.