He moans as Beckett sinks down onto him and his hand at her side rests on her thigh, squeezing gently when she's settled.

She's hot and tight, and when she starts to move his heart, already racing, beats even harder against his chest. He lets her and Kate set the rythym, watching them between moments when his eyes slip shut and he focuses on the sensations coursing through him.

With the place slow and steady, he arches into Beckett when he feels her moving forward, and leans in to brush her mouth with his.