“Fucking hell,” I mumble around a mouthful.After I swallow, I gaze at Zoey, sure my obsession with her is shining from my eyes.“What kind of grilled cheese is this?”
“The kind made with my preferred cheese,” she teases before taking her own bite and humming in appreciation at her work.
Unfortunately, my sandwich only lasts three more bites.I could eat half a dozen and still want more.
After collecting our dishes and washing them, I return to the couch in front of the fire, thankful for the continuous, loud pounding of the rain outside.Perfect excuse to stick around longer.
“Your clothes should be dry soon.”Zoey sits on her side of the couch, legs pulled into her chest, chin resting on her knees as she watches me move around.
“Don’t worry about me.I’m perfectly comfortable.”Showing off just a bit, I stretch my arms along the back of the couch, lounging in my terry-cloth skirt.
“I don’t know how.Even in this flannel tent, I’m still chilly.”She clutches the collar of her pajama top closed, and I notice the occasional quiver run through her body.Shiver aftershocks.
There’s a blanket folded over the back of the couch.Leaning forward, I pull it off and drape the quilt over her shoulders.But as I begin to move back to my spot, I notice how Zoey sways toward me.
Like she wants to follow where I lead.
“Can I help warm you up?”My voice comes out deeper, with more suggestiveness than I meant.The offer should be selfless, and part of my brain is full of concern for Zoey.But there’s still the animalistic section that can think of nothing other than touching her again.
“How do you plan on doing that?”Her eyes trace over me in the way I wish her fingers would.
I clear my throat and try to keep my tone lighthearted.“We could cuddle.I’m an expert cuddler.”
Zoey purses her lips, but there’s something in her gaze, a mixture of heat and humor, that gives me hope.
“I do love a good cuddle,” she admits.
“Then, by all means, use me as your body pillow.”I recline on the couch’s armrest, determined that if there’s any more contact between us this evening, it’ll be because Zoey wants it.
Zoey only hesitates for a second before crawling toward me.
I try not to smirk in triumph.
“You’re too muscly to be considered a pillow.”Zoey crosses her arms on my pecs and rests her chin on them, maintaining eye contact.“Ever considered developing a bit of a belly?”
We’re pressed together now, and I’ve never been more comfortable.
“That’s the next part of the plan.First, I use my sexy, muscly body to draw you in, and then I eat as many grilled cheeses as you’re willing to make me until I get to your desired level of cushiness.”
“So, it’smyjob to turn you into a pillow?”She raises one eyebrow.
I nod solemnly.“I’m here for your pleasure.Do whatever makes you happy.”
Zoey’s face shifts from humor to curiosity, her attention dropping to my lips.I keep still, holding on to my decision to let her make all the first moves.
But I should’ve known that Zoey doesn’t move without asking questions first.
“Are you this flirty with everyone?”
“No.”I shrug.“I’mfriendlywith everyone.”Breaking my rule, I reach out to finger a lock of her damp hair, twining the strands around my finger.“I only flirt with you, Zoey Gunner.”
Will admitting that I’m flirting scare her off?
She’s not running even though I’ve followed her into the woods multiple times.She’s got to know that I’m obsessed.
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
I jerk, her words electric.My wolf shifts, restless for me to take this woman as mine.To claim her.
