Silent Fall

So you and I are going to go to bed together in the future, right? You said your visions always come true. If you saw us in bed, then --"
    "I could have just been imagining it, not seeing a vision from the future." She thought she’d grabbed a great explanation, but as the words came out of her mouth she realized neither scenario worked out well for her. Because she shouldn’t have been thinking about him in that way at all.
    "You don’t have to imagine, you know."
    She swallowed hard at the look in his eyes. "Dylan," she said, not sure what else she wanted to say. Should she tell him to stop, to let go, or to pull her closer, to kiss her like he’d kissed her in her vision?
    Dylan didn’t give her a chance to decide, his mouth descending on hers with passion and purpose. The real thing was so much better than her dream. She opened her mouth to his, their tongues tangling in a dance of heat and desire. The spark that had been smoldering since their first meeting burst into a full blaze as she went fully into his arms. She slipped her hands under his shirt. She wanted to touch him, to taste him, to strip off his clothes. There was nothing else in her mind but him, and she relished the pure focus of her thoughts.
    She banished the rolling edges of reason trying to make their way back into her brain, the tiny voice saying this wasn’t the right place or the right time. It felt right, dammit. It felt like what she’d been waiting for her whole life. She wanted him. He wanted her.
    So why was he pulling away? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
    "Catherine, God, we have to stop." Dylan forced her from him, his chest heaving with rough, ragged breaths.
    She stared at him in shock, still dazed from his kiss, unable to comprehend why they were no longer touching.
    Dylan dug his hands into his pockets. "We can’t do this now."
    His words seeped slowly into her brain. Embarrassment came with the realization that she’d completely lost her mind a moment earlier. Of course they couldn’t do this now. Erica was missing. Someone was setting Dylan up for murder. What on earth had she been thinking?
    She hadn’t been thinking. That was the problem. She’d thrown herself at him and made a huge fool of herself. "You’re right. I’m sorry."
    "Don’t apologize, Catherine, and get that damn look off your face. I wanted you, too."
    "But you remembered where we were, and I didn’t. I got lost in the dream."
    "It wasn’t a dream. It was real. And it’s going to happen between us." He drew in a deep breath. "But not here. Not now."
    "No," she agreed. She took a step back. She needed space, air. She needed a new brain. Having sex with Dylan was not on the agenda; nor should it be, not now, not ever, despite the promise he’d just made. He was too much for her. She’d get lost in him, and she’d never find her way out. She tucked her hair behind her ears and shifted her feet. "We should go."
    "This isn’t over," he said.
    "Yes, it is, Dylan. That was a moment of temporary insanity. I won’t let it happen again."
    "You won’t be able to resist, Catherine." He gave her a wicked smile. "Let’s just say I had a vision, too."
    She was still trying to think of a good reply when Dylan brushed past her. After a moment she followed him into the living room, her heart finally settling into a more normal rhythm, although she was still warm and flushed. She’d never had dream sex in the middle of the day while standing in a man’s bedroom, and it disturbed her that she was so connected to Dylan that she could lose track of herself and her surroundings so easily. If Dylan hadn’t stopped, she certainly wouldn’t have.
    Of course, if he’d kept going she’d be feeling calm and satisfied instead of restless and on edge. It thoroughly annoyed her that Dylan was already moving on to the next task, as if what had happened between them were no big deal.
    "I found my keys," Dylan said. He stood next to the phone, holding up his key ring. "These were on the floor. I didn’t see them when we first came in. I guess that’s how Erica got in here. She must have taken them out of my pocket last night when she got my room key. I just wonder why she came. What did she want? What did she think she would find in my apartment? Or was it just a place for her to hide?"
    Catherine drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out, forcing her