Regret? Ben chuckled and collided his nose into her cheek, nuzzling into her warm skin. "That's big talk for someone who couldn't get herself off the kitchen ceiling for a day." A fact that he would never let her live down. But he didn't want to discourage her from trying to wake him up. If anything, he would ask her to try and try and try as often as she liked.
They kissed until both of them had to remember to breathe. He dropped his head into her neck, trying to fit as much of her skin into his mouth as possible. Even with Rey pushing herself up into him as much as she could, he still had to lean down. But he smiled and peppered little kisses down to her shoulder.
He slipped his hand across her bare back and underneath the top of her pants. His fingers spread like a fire, fast and eager between the fabric and her skin. Every part of her was new and he was briefly distracted by the thought of being able to know every inch of her now. Intimately. The knowledge brought a thrill and he nearly giggled, somehow still nervous.
Nervous but not hindered.
He dropped to his knees then, suddenly but with purpose and started to kiss her stomach. One hand gave her ass a playful sqeeuze while the other tugged at her pants. Ben looked up, catching her eyes and gave her a saucy smile before nipping just above her pantsline.