His dick was still hard and jutting out like a compass needle in my direction.
“Uh.” What else was I supposed to say? He stood me up to fuck himself, something I was ready to help with, but wasn’t included.
“You need to go.” He wrapped himself with a towel, his lustful gaze following the lines of my body. He didn’t look like he wanted me to go at all.
“Rylan, what’s—” I didn’t get to ask what was going on because his lips slammed against mine. His hard body pinned me against the wall. He bit my lower lip, and I gasped. Taking the opportunity, his tongue darted into my mouth while his hands pulled me against his cock.
“I was on the way. Then Imogene gave me cookies, and I’ve been so…” He groaned, his hips flexed into me like he’d fuck me right here.
“Rylan, slow down. Tell me what happened.” I pushed him back and he growled then stomped into the bedroom. My heart raced in my chest as I stood there, lips swollen, and soaked panties.
“Fuck!” He cursed and I found the will to search for him.
His hand was against his cock again then he saw me, eyes widened and stopped.
“Stay over there. I’m not in control of myself right now,” he warned, and I narrowed my eyes. Something was off, I just didn’t know what.
Then I saw them.
A tray of heart shaped pink cookies on the coffee table.
I didn’t doubt that Rylan had a sweet tooth, but something about those cookies had my red flag radar going off. Then I put together what he said and that sneaky old woman’s thumbs up.
Ignoring the waftingcome fuck meenergy radiating off Rylan, I strode to those cookies and sniffed.
These weren’t normal cookies. They were made with the aphrodisiac tonic I created for Imogene’s “friend.”
Unbelievable.
Chapter Thirty-Five
I’m going to enjoy this
It took a minute, and three hot kisses before I got Rylan to tell me how many cookies he ate.
Four out of the ten.
He’d consumed way more than the recommended teaspoon.
Which was both a relief and a little nerve wrecking. Why? Because Rylan was okay, but he was just really fucking horny.
The sweetest part was him pushing me away. He didn’t want to be rough with me, not for our first time at least. He didn’t want me to worry about him and had tried to take care of it himself. The trouble was, he couldn’t.
“Temperance, what the fuck?” He ran his hands down his face as I tossed a cookie into my mouth, then another, and two more.
“I really like you, Rylan.” I finished chewing and swallowed. In a few minutes I’d be as ravenous as him, a match in sexual appetite.
I walked to his fridge and washed down the sweet vanilla cookies with a bottle of water.
“We were heading in this direction anyways,” I told him, “and I’m not gonna let you suffer alone. Not when I can do somethingto help.” The tonic only worked when both parties wanted to get their freak on, otherwise the magic would have repelled me, and allowed him to take care of himself.
But his magic knew I was the match and waited for me.
“You didn’t have to.”
A minute later, a rush of heat blossomed within me. The throbbing, the tingles, and the sheer need were already growing. With surprisingly steady steps, I stopped inches away from Rylan and gripped the edge of his towel.
“Your problems are my problems.” Slowly, I unwrapped him and let the material drop to the floor. His chest heaved as I watched all his muscles flex beneath my gaze.
