If asked, she'd be unlikely to admit that she treasured the press of his forehead against hers and the feel of his breath warm against her skin, whether at the end of a long day, between kisses, in that moment when their breathing synchronized and orgasm was riding their heartbeats.

"I know." Her tongue touched her lips, catching a misplaced splash. "But I couldn't very well invite a wolf into my bedroll." Although she had thought about wandering away from the fire late just to have a minute with him, even just her hand in his fur.