The hitch in her breathing deepens a bit when she feels those slow kisses down along her shoulder. To the light nip on her collar bone. Which has her tilting her head back some, to give him better access. Almost like a submissive wolf giving themselves up to the alpha of their pack. Not that her mind was going to that at the moment.

So when those fingers slip underneath the top her jeans and caress against skin, she blushes. Hell, Scott would probably be able to smell the arousal that was coming off of her. Something that, at times, she forgets he can do. Though she's always wondered how intoxicating a smell like that can be to a werewolf.

Her own fingers move enough to unbutton the top of his jeans, since they were kind of in the way. Once they were open though, she lets her fingers trail back down inside of them. Slipping further to run lightly over him or damn near close enough.