Before Ben was suddenly thrust into her life, Rey had no idea how it felt to be the center of someone’s attention. Now she knows, and sometimes it almost feels like too much, like she doesn’t know what to do with it all, even if she never wants it to stop.

Now, with the liquor coursing through her and Ben’s mouth on her skin, there is nowhere else in the universe she would rather be. The touch of his tongue draws a quiet whimper from her throat, and she lets her hands glide along his flanks and up under his arms, dipping into his shirt to touch the hair there with her thumbs before her hands curve around his broad shoulders.

Her thighs clench at his proximity, but Ben isn’t in a rush and neither is she. Her eyes fall closed as she tips her head back, sliding her hands down his back to hook her fingers in his shirt and drag it up so she can get her hands on bare skin. “Will you take this off? Your skin is so soft.”