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Tight lips and a busy tongue teased his swollen tip as invisible hands cupped and stroked him.

    He broke himself away from the sensations long enough to realize someone else’s psychic output affected him.

    Must focus .

    He reached out mental tendrils around him.   He stopped short as he touched a familiar mind—Cassidy’s.

    “How the hell is she strong enough to tie me into her dreams?” he demanded of the empty room.   Concentrating, he nudged her mentally, just enough to wake her and then pulled back.

    Damn .

    He tried to adjust his jeans into a comfortable position with a now throbbing erection.

    Not only is she more powerful half opened than anyone I’ve ever met, but she’s damn good at fantasizing, too .   He blew out a long breath.   Better get your shit together fast, Zach .

     

Chapter Three

     

    Cassidy stepped into her kitchen and immediately saw the man of her late night dreams arranging steaming biscuits on a platter.   His perfectly muscled derriere brought her up short and she pinched herself.

    Ouch!   Yup, I’m definitely awake.

    She’d woken with the insides of her skull sore and bruised, and immediately recalled the highly erotic dream she thought she’d been having.   It shocked her now to see him baking biscuits and humming in her kitchen.   Maybe the last part was just a dream—she hoped.   She could still feel him hard and eager inside her mouth.   She shook her head to try to dislodge the sensation.

    He still wore the jeans from last night and had added a comfortable looking T-shirt.   Neither garment did anything to disguise the fact he was one of the most well built men she’d ever seen up close.   He moved around her kitchen with an ease and grace that made her envious.   She always imagined she looked like some slapstick comedienne bumbling around when she attempted to cook—which was almost never.

    The kitchen looked smaller somehow with him in it, as if the vaulted ceilings had been lowered a few feet.   Add the broad shoulders and the well defined muscles of his arms, and her spacious kitchen began to look small and cozy.

    Cassidy studied the angles of his face and the sexy little dent in his chin she remembered tracing last night as he carried her.   She looked up into his intense gaze and jumped as she realized he stood watching her inspect him like a tasty dessert.

    “I…I’m sorry.”   Heat crept up her neck and into her cheeks.   “I’m not used to finding strange men in my kitchen.”

    He only smiled and placed a platter laden with eggs, sausage, bacon, and French toast in the middle of the table.   “So I gathered.”   His amused gaze met hers.. “Would you like some breakfast?”   He pulled out a chair for her, and gestured for her to sit.   “You must be starving.”

    It took Cassidy a minute to recover from the effect of the boyish grin.   It transformed his face into something more approachable, but definitely just as masculine.   Not to mention the great dimple off to the left side of his mouth.   She controlled the urge to reach out and trace it with her fingertip.

    The entire situation felt very surreal, but she couldn’t think of any reason to refuse, so she sat as he set a mug of coffee in front of her.   “Let’s start over.”   She breathed deep and enjoyed the healing aroma of the coffee before looking up to meet his gaze.   Attempting to gain some measure of control over the situation, she cleared her throat before she spoke.   “I’m Cassidy James.”   She held out her hand to shake.   “And you are?”

    He finished chewing a mouthful of bacon, swallowed, and then reached out to shake her hand.   “Special Agent Zachary Hatcher, but please, call me Zach.”   He took his badge and ID out of his back pocket and laid it on the table for her to inspect.   “I just moved in across the street yesterday.”   He chucked his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the direction of his house.

    “I