Kate's mouth briefly closes over the spot she just licked, and she shifts onto her knees to settle between Beckett's legs.

Looking down at Beckett and Bill tangled on the sheets, her heartbeat drowns the shaky breath she pulls in; her hands slide from Beckett's knees to her hips, palms mapping Beckett's long, lean thighs.

Bending, her blond hair spills onto Beckett's skin as she kisses the inside of Beckett's leg, the press of her lips almost too light to be anything but unfair; her fingertips smooth over the thin fabric of Beckett's underwear, painting light lines low on Beckett's flat stomach.