His breath hitches when the warm moisture of Beckett's mouth hits his skin and the touch makes the flesh tingle and burn.

When she draws back to turn attention to Kate, he drops his head and presses his lips to Beckett's collarbone, then her shoulder; grazing the skin genty with his teeth then sucking lightly with his lips.

Kate's voice rings in his ears and he pulls back to look at her, then Beckett, and then the bed. Moving closer to the bed until his leg bumps the edge, he smiles, more than willing at this point, but looks to them to see how this is going to work.

Fantasies aside, he's never done this.