Wolf Tracks (Granite Lake Wolves, #4)

His hands grasped her hips and lifted her. “Shit, what the hell are you doing?” She let go of his cock and threw out her hands to catch herself. A second later she was on hands and knees, palms resting on the blanket on either side of his hips. She followed the line of his body to where his head nestled between her knees. He licked his lips and her sex pulsed.

“You use your hands, but I get to use my mouth.”

Yee-ha.

He tugged her backward and suddenly the fact they were on a roof vanished. The need to discover if they were mates? Out the proverbial window because the guy had a magical tongue and he was using it to her utmost advantage. He licked—light teasing touches, followed by full-out forceful sweeps from the sensitive skin near her anus to the apex of her mound.

Nibbles on her labia. Sucking her clit. She rocked back in an attempt to get him closer but his grip on her hips held her fast. He was in control and there was nothing she could do to change that fact.

Except distract him. She glanced at his cock and planned her counterattack. One hand on the roof to balance, one hand to wrap around him and pump.

The reverberation of his groan against her nether lips sent an electric shock racing. Fireworks zapped past her nipples and looped back to ignite the fuse in her core. He gripped her ass tighter, massaging and squeezing her cheeks as he ground her down on his face. His hot wet tongue slid into her, and it was so incredible she stopped moving for a second. Let the sensations build until she trembled on the verge of release. The euphoria took her so high that when he thrust two fingers deep into her core and sucked her clit hard, it was all over. Blood pounded past her ears and her head spun. It took a while until the waves slowed enough she could think again.

TJ lapped slowly, his touch more and more gentle until she let him help her shift to snuggle against his side. His turgid cock pressed her hip and she took a deep breath, guilt haunting her.

“Fuck, that was selfish of me.”

TJ possessed her mouth for a long breathless kiss. The taste of her pleasure on his lips made her shiver.

He pulled away and touched their foreheads together. “Not selfish. Timing is everything. You needed to concentrate, and I wanted to give to you.” He tugged her fingers to his lips and kissed her knuckles, and something in her heart tightened a little. What had he said about a physical connection? She rarely came from oral sex if she was giving at the same time.

Her finger was surrounded by wet heat as he sucked the digit into his mouth. One by one he wet them before placing her hand on his erection and wrapping his fingers over hers. “Now it’s my turn, and you can give to me.”

Tip to root he guided her, increasing the pressure. His lips found hers again, and their tongues slid together sensually as the stroke-stroke continued. Not too fast, but solid. Firm. Pam dug her fingers into his hair and tugged his head back, exposing his throat. He let her kiss her way down. She paused, breathing deeply with her face buried in his neck before licking back up, the salty taste of him like a fine wine. He filled her senses—the touch of their skin so wicked and sensual. The sound of their joint hands an erotic contrast with the delicate sounds of nature. He tightened under her hand and with a groan he came. The hot fluid of his ejaculation coated their hands and sprayed out farther to land willy-nilly between their naked torsos.

They sat together until their hearts stopped thumping, warmth radiating out from TJ like a space heater. Pam nestled closer and pressed their chests together, heedless of the semen on their skin.

“That was pretty awesome, if I do say so.”

TJ grinned. “How about a shower before a little more awesome? I think we can work it into the schedule.”

The schedule was getting better all the time. “Deal.”

She grabbed their clothes into a pile and he protested mildly. “You want us to crawl down naked?”

Pam reached out a hand toward him, dragging a finger through the moisture clinging to his firm abdomen. “I’m not putting clothes on a sticky body for five minutes when they have to last us a week.”

TJ shrugged, then picked up the blanket. She made her way cautiously to the edge of the roof and threw the clothes to the ground. TJ held her hand as she slipped a foot over to find the precarious top of the woodpile. Heading down wasn’t as easy as she remembered the upward journey had been.

“I can’t believe I actually raced up here.”