life and lavish vacations in someplace called Boca. Somehow, I think that’s exactly what she will be more than happy to offer.”
Katelyn reached forward, intent on removing his hand from the top of the display case—but leaning closer only brought those sensual lips way too close to allow her to think clearly.
When her hand made contact with his arm, she gasped. Her sight grayed, and the familiar disorientation that accompanied her visions assaulted her.
She tumbled into a lush wilderness—no, it was too manicured to be wilderness…a park or garden perhaps. Fragrant plants of every type surrounded her while a massive white stone mountain that glittered almost pink in the distance rose off to her right.
Mist from the waterfall made the air heavy with moisture, but the air was sweet with the scent of gardenias, lavender, and all manner of growing things. Thick grass rose under her bare feet, and she realized she wore only a skimpy cotton half top and some boy shorts that sat low on her hips.
Katelyn searched the clearing, and joy suffused her as Grayson walked toward her. She enjoyed watching the play of his muscles as he moved. His gaze was predatory and hungry, and her skin tingled in anticipation.
When he reached her, he folded her into his arms. She melted against him, their mouths fused together as if they’d done this a thousand times. His tongue delved inside her mouth, and those wonderfully large hands slipped under her half top to cup her aching breasts. She moaned against his lips as her body screamed for more.
She clawed at his clothes as each touch of his hands spread electricity and mindless need through her entire body. When they’d bared each other, she moaned as he guided her gently down to lie in the sun-warmed grass.
Katelyn sighed as the grass tickled her sensitive skin and the scent of lush vegetation, lavender, and a fragrance uniquely Grayson filled her senses. He swallowed the sound as his weight settled over her, his body cradled in the vee of her open thighs. He braced himself on his forearms and continued to explore her mouth while his thumbs stroked her cheeks and neck.
His crisp chest hairs teased her engorged nipples with every movement, and she writhed under him as her arousal spiraled higher.
He pulled back enough to look into her eyes. “Katelyn…”
Her name on his lips sounded exotic, forbidden, and a sudden orgasm slammed into her. She dug her nails into the muscles of his back as her world spiraled.
Katelyn blinked as blood slowly returned to her brain and she realized she still stood inside her shop with a death grip on Grayson’s arm. Her legs wobbled, and she held on tighter to keep from collapsing.
He gently pried her fingers off his bare arm, wincing at the deep indents her nails had left. “Katelyn, are you all right?”
She nodded, amazed she didn’t have another spontaneous orgasm when he uttered her name. As if a large weight pressed down on her, Katelyn leaned heavily on the counter and concentrated on slowing her ragged breathing and pounding heart.
“A vision?”
She closed her eyes against the sensual assault of his deep voice as she continued to concentrate on bringing air into her lungs while her body screamed at her to throw him to the floor and ride him until neither of them could move.
What the hell is wrong with me? Something isn’t right.
When she looked up, expecting to see a calculating gleam in his eyes or, even worse, distrust and pity, she was stunned to see genuine concern. His reaction both shocked and warmed her. Most people didn’t understand her visions, so, therefore, they feared them and reacted accordingly.
Without a word, Grayson walked around the counter and steadied her. She recoiled, afraid she’d have a repeat vision and become a puddle of goo on the floor at his feet. But when his warm hand closed over her shoulder, nothing happened except for the enticing scent of man and chai that filled her senses.
He led her from behind the counter to the overstuffed chair he’d spent the last few days in and gently helped her sit.
In no condition to object, Katelyn sank into the cushions.
Grayson cupped her cheek and ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’ll try to find you some bread or sugar. Stay here.”
Her skin still tingled where he’d touched her, which did nothing to help her shake the effects of the vision. Katelyn fisted her hands in her lap, resisting the urge to bring her fingers to her lips.
Grayson slid behind the café counter and rummaged through the fridge and cold case. He returned moments later and pressed a cold bottle of water into her hands.
Her hands shook as she gripped the bottle to twist off the cap—and realized he’d already done it for her. A small surge of gratitude warmed her.
Maybe chivalry isn’t quite dead—just severely crippled.
When she’d taken a large drink and swallowed, he pressed a muffin into her hands. Katelyn stared down at the pastry, surprised he knew how to counter the effects of a particularly strong vision. And even more surprised that she appreciated the gesture.
Okay, possibly men were useful for more than sex. Maybe she’d start slow and find a male friend first, and then work up to the rest.
She’d already determined Grayson was either a practitioner or a very old soul, but even with that, he continued to intrigue her.
“Eat, Katelyn. You’ll feel better.” He knelt in front of her, those liquid amethyst eyes concerned and watchful. “Then we can discuss that drink you mentioned before Ethel intruded on our conversation.”
Embarrassed, she took a bite of muffin and chewed. The carbs should equalize her system. She kept a drawer full of Milky Way candy bars for just this reason, but she was too embarrassed to ask him to go raid her stash. The muffin would have to do. She swallowed and chased it down with a swig of water before meeting his gaze. “I was asking you out for a drink, but I’m not sure I’m up for it after that vision.”
The sensation of her nipples grazing against his muscular chest while they lay on the fragrant grass surged through her, and she resisted the urge to whimper as her body screamed for a repeat performance.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” Katelyn closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the chair. She had fantasized about men before, but somehow her body was stuck on overdrive with this one. Even stranger was the fact that he felt like a future déjà vu waiting to happen.
The few times she’d had visions that gave her this same impression, those moments had always come to pass—even if they weren’t exactly what she’d thought when she’d first seen them. Though how she could misinterpret the steamy sex in a lush park, she didn’t know. Yet a big part of her couldn’t wait.
“What did you see in the vision?” Grayson’s hand engulfed hers, and everywhere his skin touched hers, sexual awareness burned. Apparently, her palm had turned into a large erogenous zone while she hadn’t been paying attention.
“Katelyn?” His thumb feathered over the back of her hand. “Can you tell me what you saw?”
Heat rose from her gut to suffuse her neck and cheeks.
Goddess!
