Page 46 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

She relaxes. “Living room.”

We move together without rushing her. Scarlet sits on the couch. I lower myself beside her while Wes kneels in front of her, broad hands resting on his thighs.

The position puts him below her eyeline.

Her expression softens.

“You said both, but what does that mean to you?” I ask.

Her fingers twist together in her lap. “I don’t know how to answer that without sounding greedy.”

Wes looks up at her. “Try.”

“I want…” Her gaze moves between us. “I want to stop thinking for a while.”

“That isn’t greedy,” I tell her.

Wes’s hands settle atop her knees. “Can I touch you under the shorts?”

Heat rolls through her scent. “Yes.”

He slides his palms slowly up her thighs, giving her time to change her mind. Scarlet’s legs open by degrees, breath turning shallow as his thumbs pass beneath the loose hem.

I kiss her.

She turns toward me, one hand catching at my neck. Her mouth opens beneath mine.

She trembles.

“So wet,” he says, voice rough with pride.

Scarlet makes an embarrassed sound and pulls away from my mouth as she tries to close her thighs.

Wes holds them open gently. “Don’t hide from us.”

“You’re so beautiful and sexy.” My mouth moves along her jaw. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“You two are fully dressed.”

“That can be corrected,” I say.

Her laugh breaks into a gasp.

She grips my shirt.

Wes watches her face. “More?”

“Yes.”

He repeats the stroke.

Scarlet’s head falls against my shoulder, her purr starting low in her chest. The sound pulls every beta instinct I possess toward her. I slide one hand beneath the hem of her tank. “Can I?”

“Please.”

My palm moves along the warm skin of her stomach until my fingers cup her breast. Scarlet arches into the touch, and her nipple tightens against my palm while my thumb circles the sensitive peak.

Wes pulls her underwear aside. The first direct stroke across her clit makes her cry out. “Look at me,” Wes says.