Vision of Seduction by Cassie Ryan Page B

She leaned her forearms on the
    table, half tempted to rest her head on the surface and close her eyes. "I
    can't believe I'm buying all this." When he reached out and captured her
    hand in his, Katelyn didn't resist.
    Grayson's roughened thumb stroked slowly over the back of her hand,
    causing a flood of blazing energy from the point of contact to every
    erogenous zone she possessed. Katelyn's breasts ached with need—
    especially when a vivid image of his mouth closing over her hard nipple
    flashed through her mind.
    Maybe he and Alyssa were correct about this whole sexual-energy thing.
    The carbs didn't seem to be helping at all.
    "I know you have lots of questions, and Holly said you've not had a chance
    to visit the baths yet. Why don't I give you a tour, and then I can leave you
    at the baths for your morning ablutions?" Grayson's thumb continued to
    feather over the sensitive skin on the back of her hand and scattered her
    thoughts.
    What normal person says "ablutions"?
    Katelyn pushed away her arousal as best she could. "I'm not sure I can
    stand, let alone take a tour. My—" She snapped her mouth shut as soon as
    she realized she'd been about to say her vision about killing the queen had
    wiped her out.

    "No problem. I'll send the maid up with a bath for you and prescribe the
    rest of the day for rest and recovery. There's time enough tomorrow to give
    you that tour." He didn't seem to notice her silence. He stood and started
    around the table toward her. "I think we can give you enough of an energy
    boost to recover more fully, if you'll trust me."
    Her eyes widened, and she stiffened, suddenly unsure of herself and what
    to expect.
    "Shhh." He walked behind her chair and laid his large hands on her
    shoulders. "Just relax, Katelyn. Our world may need sexual energy to
    thrive, but no one is forced to do anything they don't want to do."
    His words caused her independent streak to bristle. "Don't worry about
    me. I'm a big girl, and I can tell you if I don't want something." Then she bit
    down hard on her bottom lip to keep from telling him that what she was
    afraid of was finding out just how much she did want.
    His strong hands kneaded her shoulders, and she nearly moaned. The heat
    from his hands burned through her thin cotton top as his talented fingers
    chased away the knots of tension coiled inside her tight muscles.
    Her eyes drifted closed as pure pleasure seeped into her and dissolved her
    resistance. His thumbs massaged her shoulder blades, and she arched into
    his touch as soft sounds of approval spilled from her lips. Relaxed more
    than she'd been in a long time, her head fell back to lean against his
    muscled stomach.
    Her blood heated from the intimate contact, as Grayson's touch moved to
    her neck. Just the right amount of pressure chased away any discomfort or
    soreness and left in its place a growing awareness of the man who stood so
    close behind her.
    Afraid to break the spell, Katelyn kept her eyes closed and allowed the
    sensations to wash over her.

    Strong fingers moved to her scalp and spread tingling heat everywhere
    they touched. If he would only continue this for eternity, she'd sign over
    her soul and several other people's. "Mmm. I could definitely get used to
    this."
    Grayson's soft laughter vibrated through her head, which still rested
    against his stomach. His hands left her scalp. She opened her mouth to beg
    him not to stop, when he feathered rough fingertips over her cheeks and
    jaw, which drew a long sigh from her instead.
    He thoroughly explored her face as though memorizing her in minute
    detail. The exquisite soft friction over her temples, forehead, and lips
    remained tender and gentle. When he caressed her lower lip with his
    thumb, she sighed and couldn't resist pursing her lips to place a kiss
    against his skin.
    Her hands lay limp in her lap as her entire body turned into a noodle. She
    was surprised she didn't slither out of the chair and onto the balcony floor.
    Somehow,