Wolf Tracks (Granite Lake Wolves, #4)

Deep satisfaction stole over her as she cautiously made her way to his side. “Hey, yourself. You got up here pretty damn quick.”


His shit-eating grin grew larger. “And it took you oh-so-long to find me, didn’t it?”

Holy crap, he was right. In the midst of the hunt, she’d lost grasp of the fact she had found him. Had known where he was. “Wow.”

TJ patted the blanket. “How did you do it?”

Pam settled next to him, nestling into his arms. “I’m not completely sure. It’s like I knew. But, it’s not possible…”

He nuzzled at her temple. “Hmm, you just proved it is.” His lips descended slowly to press, warm and soft, against her jawbone. He snuck his fingers into her hair and brought their mouths together, and she couldn’t be bothered to try to figure out why she’d known where he was. She’d known. Score one for the mating list. Bring on the sex.

She rolled him and crawled on top, keeping their mouths together. His tongue was doing this intricate dance inside her mouth that made the hair on the back of her neck stand upright. She took her revenge by lowering her hips onto his groin. TJ countered with a move that slid both his hands up her torso to cup her breasts and suddenly she hated Wonderbra with a passion.

One motion stripped off her T-shirt. Another released her from the confining bra and TJ growled.

“Oh yes.” He pulled her closer, catching hold of one nipple between his teeth. His fingers stroked her ribs, making her skin come alive as he sucked, switching from side to side. The slight breeze whispered past her wet nipples and they tightened even more. All around the gentle noises of nature carried on—birds chirping, the leaves rustling in an uneven beat. The slurps and moans and small cries of passion escaping their lips fit perfectly in the mix, and Pam thought she’d never been in a more beautiful place.

She pulled away to gaze at him, his ever-present smile warming her heart, the lust and passion on his face heating her soul. “As fun as this is, I don’t think the roof is a good place to make love.”

His eyes widened and he lunged upward to mesh their bodies together once more, and suddenly she found herself flat on her back under him. The blanket protected her from the ridges of the roof shingles and the sun broke out in full glory.

The light in his eyes outshone it.

“I think anywhere is a fabulous place to make love to you.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Then she couldn’t see his face anymore as he dropped toward her, his lips doing wicked things to her torso, his fingers playing her body as skillfully as he played his guitar. Oh yeah, he was talented. The simmer of desire in her belly bloomed, and oddly the roof of the cabin seemed a lovely place for a little sexual jaunt. Only…

“Did you bring a condom?” Even the question came out sounding like fuck me now. Breathless, needy. Lustful.

He rose over her. “We don’t need one, you know. I won’t carry any STDs since shifting to my wolf heals almost everything germ or virus related.”

“Almost?”

The heavy weight of his groin pressed against her center as he nestled between her thighs, and it felt so good a little bit of her brain melted.

“The common cold still sucks.”

Oh Lord, he kissed her again—kisses that were far too distracting. Far too enticing as he rocked their hips together intimately. The fabric separating them was a lifesaver and she wiggled under him. Sex was out unless they crawled off each other for long enough to gain the cabin. Still, there was no reason they couldn’t still find satisfaction.

“Let me up.”

He rolled off, disappointment written all over him. Until she stripped off her shorts and reached for his zipper.

“Are we going to…?”

“No.” She manhandled him to his back and yanked off his pants. “We’re not having sex without a condom. I’m sorry, what you said makes sense, but I can’t just accept your word on something as big as that.”

He lay back and threw an arm across his eyes, his chest heaving. His erection stood rampart straight from his groin. Hmm. The sexual hum in her body hit deafening levels so she reached out and grasped him firmly.

“Holy fuck.” He thrust into her hand and she laughed.

“I’m no tease. We can go inside and grab a condom for round two. Right now…” Pam stroked him, her fingers passing lightly over the head of his erection to gather the moisture leaking from the tip. With her palm wet, it was easy to slide along his length, each pass drawing a groan of pleasure from his lips. The sunlight shone on them and she drew in a deep breath of the crisp air. The scent of their bodies rose around them and it made her happy inside.

Everything about TJ made her happy inside, if she was honest.