Page 87 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

The warning in her voice would be more convincing if a purr weren’t vibrating beneath it.

“Yes?”

She glares at me.

“You called?” I ask.

She tries to answer, but Wes slides two fingers inside her. Her words vanish. His fingers move slowly, opening her with a careful curl.

Scarlet’s head falls back against the cushions.

Wes strokes his fingers along her pussy before he slips them back in, then looks at her face. The omega who watches for every shift in the room has closed her eyes.

I kiss her temple. “You can let go,” I whisper.

Her lashes lift. For one breath, she looks almost frightened by how much she wants to. Then she sighs. It’s barely a movement, but it feels enormous.

I kneel between her thighs.

Wes keeps his fingers busy while I kiss the inside of one knee. Scarlet watches me work lower. There is no hurry in my path. I kiss her calf and the inside of her thigh, where her muscles jump beneath my mouth. I want her to feel every second of being adored, to know that learning her isn’t a race.

By the time I kiss the soft skin beside her pussy, her fingers are tight in my hair.

“Roman.” There is less warning in her voice now, and more need.

I look up. “Yes? Is there something you want?”

Her eyes narrow and her hips lift.

“Thought so.” I run my tongue through her slick.

Her purr catches.

Wes curls his fingers inside her while I circle her clit with my tongue. Scarlet’s thighs close around my shoulders, and soft moans escape her as I tease her with my tongue.

The privilege of the moment settles over me with enough weight to make me careful. She has spent years making herself untouchable. Now she lies open beneath us, allowing herself to be held, touched, and adored. I want her to remember that we took our time.

Her fingers tighten.

I stop teasing and suck her clit while Wes strokes inside her. Scarlet comes with my name breaking from her mouth. The sound goes through me like a vow.

I ease her through it, gentling my tongue when the scent of her pleasure turns sharp. Her thighs tremble around my shoulders. I finish with a soft kiss against her swollen pussy because she deserves tenderness at the end of every undoing.

She reaches for me before I can move away. I come up over her, and she kisses her taste from my mouth while one hand slips between us.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she says. I help her with the belt buckle and strip down with comedic speed. It’s worth it the moment her fingers wrap around my cock.

I cover her hand with mine and guide her thumb over the precum gathered at the head. She circles it slowly, watching my face as she spreads it down my shaft. Her first stroke down my shaft glides, and her smile turns wicked. She does it again, slow enough that my hips follow her hand. She pays attention to every reaction, visibly storing the information with the same focus she gives an old map. Being studied by Scarlet will be my undoing.

I let her learn me until pleasure gathers too quickly, then I catch her wrist. “If you keep that up, I’m going to make a mess of your quilts.”

“They’ve survived worse.”

“Not yet, they haven’t.”

She laughs. The sound warms every place in me. I kiss her until her laughter melts into a softer sound. She squirms beneath me, her hips chasing.

“Roman,” she says, breathless. “I need you.”