Wolf Line: Granite Lake Wolves, Book 5 - Weebly

up. While he’d been impressive in his jeans, he
did naked even better. There was an incredible
look to a naked wolf—the cut of their muscles
slightly sharper than cat or bear shifters. And
my, oh my, she was appreciative of all his
muscles. Fixated on them, in fact. Engrossed in
the way his thigh muscles flexed as he stepped
into the room. Her gaze trickled upward, and
that damn tongue stuck in her throat got in the
way again as she attempted to swallow. He
was… more than sufficient above the thighs as
well.
A sharp cough sounded at the same
moment the door clicked shut.
She was mesmerized, staring at his groin.
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
Muscles flexed again as he knelt, his head
replacing the level her eyes were stuck at.
When his smile flashed into view, the
constriction around her throat eased slightly.
“Hi.” The word squeaked out. One word
seemed to be her maximum output right now.
His grin widened. “This is the kind of room