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    After she’d promptly relegated him to friend territory, he’d learned to appreciate her other attributes. The sharp wit, the contagious laughter, even the damn visions. Oh, he knew al about the visions, and he was wel aware that those psychic images were responsible for her determination to fight the attraction between them. She thought her gift scared men away. Maybe it did. But he wasn’t some men .
    He was the man.
    And tonight he intended to show Mackenzie exactly what he had to offer.
    Never taking his eyes off her, he lowered his body onto the mattress and pressed it to hers. When he noticed she stil wore her thin gray nightshirt, he snatched the hem in his hands and pul ed the garment off her. His mouth watered at the sight of her tits. Ful , perky, with smal rosy nipples that stood to attention the moment his gaze dropped to them.
    Mackenzie shivered.

    He smiled faintly and reached out to stroke the swel of one breast. “What did you see tonight?” he asked roughly.
    She blinked, surprised by the question. “What?” He massaged one tantalizing breast, enjoying the way her skin flushed under his gentle caress. “The vision in the living room. What did you see?”
    “Nothing. There was no vision.”
    She was lying. He always knew when she was being dishonest, saw it in the way her forehead creased, the way she averted her eyes.
    “Tel me what you saw.”
    “No.”
    He removed his hand from her breast. Obvious disappointment shone in her blue eyes. She tried to guide his hand back to her tits, but he set his mouth in a firm line. “Tel me.”
    A long silence stretched between them. The sound of rain hitting the windowpane fil ed the dark bedroom, a rhythmic pounding that echoed the thudding of his pulse. Mac shifted her head, and her hair tickled the bottom of his chin. He inhaled the scent of lilac and vanil a. The flowery aroma mingled with the sweet scent of sex lingering between them, flooding his senses and making his cock twitch. He wanted to fuck her again, but quickly reined in the desire. Not yet. Not until she told him what she’d seen, what had freaked her out so badly in the living room.
    “I saw…” She sucked in a breath, then released it slowly, the warm stream of air heating his col arbone.
    “I saw you.”
    He raised one brow. “Me.”
    “Yes.”
    “What else?”
    “This.”
    “Be more specific.”
    She let out a strangled groan. “I saw you fucking me, okay? I felt your cock inside me, your tongue al over my skin, your fingers dragging over every inch of my body. Satisfied?”
    “Oh yeah.” He touched her chin and forced her to look at him. “Did it scare you?”
    “What do you think?”
    Her voice sounded so forlorn that he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Are you scared now?”
    “No.”
    “Good,” he said with a nod. Shifting over, he propped himself up on one elbow and eyed her curiously. “I want to know more.”
    “I already told you everything. I had a vision of the two of us having sex. What more could you want?”
    “I want you to tel me exactly what you saw.” He cupped one breast again and squeezed. “And while you tel me, I’m going to make every last detail come true.” He saw the hesitation in her sexy eyes and frowned. “Too late to back out, remember? So start talking, Mac.”
    Her delicate throat bobbed as she swal owed. “In the vision your mouth was on my breasts.” He moved over so that he straddled her smooth, firm thighs. His cock nestled against her slick pussy, but he resisted the urge to slide inside that tight paradise. His mouth hovered over her breasts as he murmured, “What was I doing?”
    “Kissing. Licking.”
    He dipped his head and trailed open-mouth kisses along her skin. Fuck, he loved the taste of this woman.
    Sweet, spicy, deliciously feminine. His tongue darted out, traced the swel of one breast, then the other.
    “What else?”
    “You were sucking my nipples.”
    “Hard? Gentle?”
    “Hard,” she wheezed out.