Vision of Seduction by Cassie Ryan Page A

anger. Maybe she really had imagined or dreamed that vision. Maybe,
    even now, she was firmly locked in some room with rubber walls, and only
    her mind was here in this beautiful place with a sexy, smiling man sitting
    across from her. Her irritation and unease caused her to lash out at

Grayson. "What the fuck is so funny?"
    It took several moments for Grayson's laughter to subside, and by the time
    it did, Katelyn's temper had neared boiling point.
    "I'm sorry." The mischief still glinted in his eyes and belied his words. "But
    I hadn't expected you to admit that our interlude this morning was real. I
    thought you would deny it and attempt to rationalize it away."
    He took a drink of his tea, and she became fascinated by the way his
    Adam's apple bobbed up and down with the motion. She wondered what
    the skin of his neck would taste like under her tongue. "You continue to
    surprise me in every way, Seer. I enjoy your surprises, and I enjoy you."
    Katelyn started again as she realized she had just admitted to being hot for
    him—no "gift" or magick of any kind involved. Just... him. She was afraid to
    ask if this pertained to her reaction to Alyssa as well.
    Mortification of openly admitting her vulnerable feelings roiled inside her
    stomach, and her breakfast threatened to inch its way up her throat. She
    dropped the muffin on the table and sank back against her chair, suddenly
    weak and spent.
    Katelyn gathered her tattered pride around her and raised her chin. "How
    did you get inside my vision this morning? I know that's what it was, but I
    also know it was real. But Seer's visions just don't work that way." She took
    a deep breath in hope that the oxygen would revive some of her quickly
    waning energy.
    It didn't.
    Where's a freaking Starbucks when you need a quick caffeine fix?

    He pinned her in place with a knowing look—the same look he'd had in his
    eye when he'd made her scream his name inside her morning vision.
    Katelyn shuddered as goose bumps marched over her skin in a burning
    rush.
    "This is a world where partners can communicate on psychic wavelengths.
    You and I are compatible enough for that communication to work. You let
    me in, or I wouldn't have been able to enter your thoughts or our 'shared'
    vision." Grayson's voice slid over her like liquid sex, and she had to admit
    that, "gift" or no, this man could singe women's panties at a thousand
    paces. "And you did enjoy it as much as I did, didn't you?"
    Irritation sparked her temper. Just because she had enjoyed it didn't mean
    he could be so fucking smug about it! "I'm no one's partner, Grayson. Let
    me make that very clear up front." She pinned him with the most serious
    stare she could muster. "I'll admit I'm very attracted to you, and we'd
    probably be very good together in bed, but I'm not looking for more than
    that. Understood?"
    The corners of Grayson's lips curved, and he seemed unconcerned about
    her warning. "My apologies for the poor word choice, Seer. I agree that we
    would be quite compatible sexually, and, here on Tador, that would also
    help us heal and recover faster—even from your lone visions." His smile
    widened, and amusement danced in his eyes. "Besides, I don't recall
    making overtures of love and marriage, unless you misunderstood
    something I said?"
    Katelyn gritted her teeth. She knew he was teasing her, and she hated it
    that he had neatly turned the tables on her. The men Katelyn dated, or even
    slept with, were always the ones receiving the "no commitment" lecture,
    not her.
    Somehow, Grayson made it seem like Katelyn had assumed too much,
    instead of the other way around.

    Fricking infuriating man!
    Her brow furrowed as she reminded herself that no commitment was
    exactly what she wanted. He was offering exactly that, so why was she
    pissed?
    "As long as we understand each other," she finally said grudgingly.
    Her limbs seemed almost too heavy to move, as though every bit of her
    energy was being slowly drained from her.