“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’s my job 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’m friendly with 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.

She continues to stare at me, giving nothing away, while my body heats up, blood pumping thick and fast and south.

“That depends.” My voice rasps like sandpaper on rough wood.

“On what?”

“If you want to sleep with me.”

“How is that a determining factor?”