“It was.”
I waited.
He leaned in.
I did too, when he didn’t close the gap between us.
“A full batch of homemade cherry chocolate chip cookies.” His lips brushed my ear,
The scent of something burning had me jerking away again. “You can barely stand, Mav. Don’t burn yourself.”
“Your ears areirresistible.”
I smacked him on the shoulder. “Don’t even think about making stupid jokes right now. You’re telling me you risked your life for a batch of cookies?”
“It wasn’t a risk. I’ve healed from a lot worse. And they’recherrycookies.”
“You’re ridiculous. I would’ve made you cookies without you risking your life. You told me you might have to fight someone in Erren—you need to be on top of your game for that.”
“Not really.” He studied me. “Do you know how to make cookies?”
“Yes. It’s not hard. Why?” I paused. “Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t think I want to know. What does an Omega do?”
“They’re basically the pack’s therapist. They can read and connect with emotions the way an Alpha can minds. Mine’s a riot. And ifyoumade the cookies, they would taste even better.”
“Undoubtedly. Maybe if you’re still obsessed with me after I fix your company, I’ll make them for you.”
“I will be. What time is it?”
I looked at the clock. His thumbs dragged lightly over my hipbone, making me warmer. “11:10.”
“You need to drink that in the next five minutes. My vampire expert said bagged blood functions similarly to drinking from the vein if you have it within thirty minutes.”
“How do you have a vampire expert? Who is it?”
“Where are your straws?” Maverick set me down beside him on the couch. I blocked him with a hand to his abs before he could stand up to get it for me, like he clearly intended to. Somehow, they felt even better than I expected.
“Sit.”
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a straw.
He tried to make it look like he was relaxing when I sat back down a few feet away from him, but his grimace gave him away. He felt like shit, and we both knew it.
“You dodged my question,” I said.
“Did I?”
“Do you have a secret, Mav?” I eyed him.
“Open the bag.” He gestured toward it.
I did, and stuck the straw in it. His gaze was locked with mine when I shuddered as his scent hit me.
I was sucking on the straw moments later.
His taste hit my tongue, and the groan that escaped me was pure, carnal need. My eyes closed, and I drained the bag too quickly.
With every swallow, I grew warmer… and wetter.
