Page 75 of Desperate Pucker
My breath catches in my throat. “That’s my favorite.”
Warmth flashes in his bourbon eyes. “I know.”
I think back to New Year’s Eve, when we bickered at Spanky’s and I randomly mentioned it. I can’t believe he remembered.
There’s a squeeze in my chest. He remembers the things I say even when he didn’t like me.
I tuck that thought away for later, and tip-toe up to kiss his cheek.
“This is way better than takeout,” I say. “I’m so glad you were in the mood to cook. And bake.”
I check out the tray of chocolate chip cookies that are cooling next to the stove. I grab a cookie and take a bite.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. “Oh my god…”
An amused smile plays on Ryker’s face as he looks at me. “Good?”
“So freaking good.” I take another bite. “Did you put sea salt on these?”
“Yup. It goes well with the richness of the chocolate. It’s my grandma’s recipe.”
“Best cookies ever.”
I take a long sip of tea from my mug and eye the other cookies on the rack.
“Have another one,” Ryker says.
I shake my head. “I shouldn’t.”
He tilts his head at me. “Says who?”
I look at him and let out a breath. Fair point. “I’m so used to denying myself.”
“I bet that’s hard,” he says. “But it’s okay to let yourself have another cookie, Maddy. One more cookie isn’t going to make or break your fitness. You’re still gonna kick my ass on the ice when we meet for our lesson.”
I chuckle. “Very true.”
He grabs me by the waist and pulls me against him. He grabs a cookie from the tray and holds it up to my mouth.
“Open,” he growls.
Goosebumps scatter across my body.
“So bossy,” I rasp.
“Open, Maddy.”
I open my mouth, and he moves the cookie closer.
“Bite.”
My breath catches, and I bite down.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a satisfied smile. “Good girl.”
I moan as I chew, both for this delicious cookie and at how hot Ryker’s growled commands are.
He takes a bite too, then presses a kiss to my mouth.
