It went straight to Derek’s dick.
Trying not to squirm at the sudden tightness in his pants, Derek smiled. “That’s a very nice thing to say.”
Blake shrugged. “It’s the truth. Answer.”
“Soup then. If I make it. For you.” Derek made his tone suggestive on purpose, and Blake’s gaze darkened further as he darted his tongue out to lick his bottom lip. Derek’s gaze was drawn there, and he didn’t even try to hide his leer. Going slow was one thing, but Derek wouldn’t hide what he wanted. He made his interest clear. He didn’t want it to be a surprise when he broached the subject with Blake.
And from the way Blake was staring at him, wide-eyed and a little breathless, Blake knew exactly what Derek wanted.
“Uh…umm.” Blake couldn’t seem to tear his gaze from Derek’s, and Derek held it, knowing his eyes were filled with all the heat, lust, and affection he felt. “Uh. Mac or PC?”