"Do you want to carry on with this?" I asked her, referring to the telepathy.
She shook her head. "No."
I smiled and she smiled back weakly.
"What do you want to do then?" I asked. She shrugged. "How about we go upstairs?"
She got the message and stood up, her eyes glinting playfully, our previous conversation momentarily forgotten. I followed her out of the room but halfway up the stairs, she just stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"What about Riley and Darran?" she whispered.
I smiled and pulled her closer to me. "They left ages ago. Darran went off in a strop and Riley went after him."
"Well, in that case..."
She pressed her lips against mine. When she pulled away, she didn't move very far, her lips still tantalisingly close to mine. She bit her lip and grabbed my hand, pulling me up the stairs. She dragged me into a room and as she shut the door, I spun her round and pushed her against it.
I brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Zoe smiled and reached up to plant her lips on mine again. She curled her arms around my neck and pulled herself closer to me. My fingers played at the hem of her t-shirt. Her hands slid to my chest. She pushed me backwards but I pulled her with me.
I sat on the edge of the bed. Zoe grabbed my top and pulled it over my head. I laughed at her as she dropped it on the floor. I took her hands and lay down on the bed, pulling her with me. She kicked off her shoes and got up. She picked up one of the shopping bags from the corner of the room and moved into the en suite bathroom.
Before closing the door, she whispered, “I’ll be right back.”
I sat up and took my shoes off. Lying back down, I undressed Zoe in my mind and when the bathroom door opened, it turned out I wouldn’t have much to do in reality. She was wearing a red lace bra and a matching pair of pants.
“What do you think?” she asked, smirking.
I smiled at her as she walked towards me. I sat up as she sat on my lap. The tips of her fingers trailed across my skin before undoing the button of my jeans. She pulled them down and pushed me back down on the bed. Her lips skimmed mine and she whispered my name.
I pushed her off me and knelt over her. She took my hand and put it on her breast. Leaning down to kiss her, I absent-mindedly moved my thumb back and forth over the fabric of her bra. Sliding my other hand underneath her, I undid the catch of her bra. She ran her fingers along my side. I flinched in pain at something. I pulled back from her, kneeling.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
I touched my side. There were slashes in my skin that were starting to close. I was confused at first, but then I remembered my fight with the wolf pack. I smiled at Zoe and kissed her again. I pulled Zoe’s bra down her arms. She impatiently guided my fingers to the lace underwear she was wearing. I pulled back from the kiss again.
“Are you sure about this?” I murmured to her.
She nodded. “I’ve never been more sure about anything.”
Zoe pulled my lips down on hers as I pulled her underwear down her legs.