“Help me,” Theo whispered. “I do not know this garment.”
Quin broke away at that point, his breath quick and hot. “She has the most beautiful breasts,” he said, though his gaze darted between her and Theo. “Let me.”
Theo stepped back far enough to pull the shirt from her shoulders, but it was the delicate attention of Quin’s fingers that made her knees tremble. He traced the line of her bra around her sides, finding the clasp in the rear. He released the hook, and the silken fabric slackened.
“Touch her,” he said to Theo, a repeat of the same instruction he’d issued to Annie earlier.
Annie didn’t move. She couldn’t. She could barely breathe as Theo took the same path Quin had in reverse, reaching around to palm her breast.
“So soft.” His breath fanned across her ear. “Quin spoke of yo
