Her tongue flicked out quickly as she just barely caught a drop on its way down to her thigh. Ben licked his lips. He found himself wishing she would let it fall. He’d be right there, ready to lick it up.
He shifted slightly on the couch as she glanced up at him. Was that a smirk? Her eyes drifted over him and he found himself tensing under her gaze. What could she be thinking? Yes, she was definitely smirking now. Her hand, which was previously resting on the pillow across from him, inched its way to her neck, eyes closed and lips slightly parted.
As he watched, a drop did fall. The red bead of sticky sweetness rolled slowly down her neck and to her ample breasts.
“Oops,” she murmured, giving a throaty chuckle. He withheld a moan. This wasn’t going to be as easy as he had thought. Using her index finger, she caught the drop just as it was about to disappear down her shirt. Watching him with smoky green eyes all the more beautiful because of the dim light, she closed her lips over her finger.
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