Silent Fall

on the bed, naked from the waist up, fine golden hairs across his tanned chest.
    He was waiting for someone. His warm brown eyes sparkled with desire. He waved a beckoning hand and then patted the mattress next to him.
    She felt herself drawn to him, the power of his confident smile, his gaze, so intense, so filled with want and need, the same emotions tumbling around inside of her. She didn’t want to fight it, yet as she felt herself moving closer, she wondered if she was making a terrible mistake. He wouldn’t want her forever, just for tonight.
    Maybe that was enough.
    It couldn’t be wrong, not the way she felt. She would take whatever she could get. She would have no regrets. Nothing in her life had ever lasted forever. Why should this be any different?
    She sat down on the bed, placing her palm on his abdomen, the warmth of his skin charging the heat already running through her. He was a beautifully made man with tight, supple, and powerful muscles, a man who could tear her heart apart with one kiss.
    He put his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer until his breath caressed her cheek. Her heart skipped in anticipation. But he suddenly seemed in no hurry. His fingers curled in her hair; then his lips touched her cheek, setting off a firestorm of emotion, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.
    Sliding her arms around his back, she turned her head, shamelessly seeking a full on kiss. As her mouth settled against his, her stomach clenched at the sweet, hot taste. She went back for more, kissing him until she couldn’t breathe, her hands moving restlessly down his spine.
    Dylan groaned, taking the lead as he tossed her on her back in one quick movement. Her legs tangled in the sheets as he straddled her body. He cupped her face with his hands, then swooped in for another kiss, his tongue sliding inside her mouth, demanding everything she had to give. One of his hands dropped to her breast, kneading the soft flesh, his thumb running across her nipple, making her crazy with desire and very impatient. She’d never felt this way about any one.
    But he was pulling away, his gaze meeting hers. She was afraid he was leaving, but then she saw the seductive smile. "Catherine," he murmured.
    The sound of her name sent her reeling. She wasn’t seeing Erica and Dylan together. She was seeing --
    "Catherine."
    Dylan’s voice rang out again, and she started in surprise. He wasn’t half-naked in bed anymore. He was standing right next to her, fully clothed, his gaze narrowing as he took in her expression. "What did you see? You had another vision, didn’t you?"
    Her breath came quickly, and she struggled to slow down her racing heart. How on earth was she going to answer that question? She certainly couldn’t tell him the truth.
    "You saw someone in my bed. Was it Erica?" he persisted. "Were you channeling her again?" His eyes narrowed as his gaze ran across her face. "I’m going to need an answer."
    "I thought it was Erica, but it wasn’t," she said finally, hoping he would leave it at that. "Did you find anything in the other room? Because if not, I think we should go." She turned to leave, but he caught her by the arm.
    "Hold on a second. Don’t clam up on me now, Catherine."
    "I didn’t see anything that will help you," she told him, desperate to get away, but he had a tight grip on her arm.
    "Let me be the judge of that. Come on, spill it."
    "I saw you in bed with a woman, okay? Are we done?"
    "I don’t think so." He tilted his head to one side, his gaze thoughtful. "I didn’t bring Erica here. I thought you were connected to her."
    "I thought I was, too."
    "What did the woman look like?"
    She stared at him for a long moment. There was a spark in his eyes that told her he was asking a loaded question, a question he already knew the answer to. She wanted to say nothing, but she knew Dylan wouldn’t let her go until he’d gotten everything out of her. "I saw us, you and me together. Are you satisfied?"
    "I don’t know -- was I satisfied?" A cocky smile spread across his lips.
    "It didn’t go that far. We just kissed and stuff." She tried to yank her arm away, but he hung on.
    "Stuff?" he echoed. "Like what?"
    Her breasts tingled as she remembered the heat of his touch. She cleared her throat, trying to get a grip on her emotions. "I can’t remember."
    "Liar."
    "Just leave it alone."
    "You know I never leave anything alone.