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first two fingers.
    The innocent caress sent gooseflesh marching over Katelyn's entire body,
    followed by a tingling wave of heat just under her skin. A low moan
    escaped before she could stop it.
    She nearly let her head fall back in surrender, but then his words and not
    his actions filtered to the front of her awareness. "Are you a healer?" she
    asked. "Your energy is very powerful, but it doesn't feel quite right for a
    healer."
    Grayson laughed, and once again, the beguiling sound roamed over her
    like a verbal caress. "No, my beautiful Seer. I'm no healer." He traced a
    single calloused finger over her bottom lip, and she clenched her fists to
    keep from leaning into the light friction of his touch. "I'm a Klatch witch, an
    ancient line of otherworldly witches whose life force is sexual energy."
    It was Katelyn's turn to laugh. "Wow, I'll be happy to lend any help in that
    arena you might need. Although, unfortunately, I'm only human, and
    while sex is nice—stellar, if I'm lucky—I need rest and time to heal. That is,
    if I was sick or injured, which I'm not."
    He brushed his lips over hers, which left a pleasant buzzing sensation on
    her skin.
    "You're wrong, Seer. Healing doesn't follow human rules here. And you're
    still injured from the energy blast. Trust me."
    She stepped back.
    "I don't trust anyone." She surprised herself by blurting out something she
    had said only to herself countless times before. Grayson only smiled. "I
    know, my beautiful Seer. Then let me show you instead." Before she could
    argue the point, he pulled her tight against him. He plunged his fingers
    into her hair while he captured her mouth with his.

    Her hands found his chest, and her frantic mind sent her arms a signal to
    push him away, but her body betrayed her, and her fingers fisted in the
    soft cloth of his T-shirt. Heat sizzled between them, and she felt as if she
    would drown in the overwhelming sensations. Finally, his lips gentled
    against hers, and she was able to step away from him. She swayed slightly,
    but locked her knees and stared him down. "What are you doing to me?"
    Grayson didn't state the obvious, but seemed to instinctively understand
    her real question. "Every Klatch has a special gift, and mine is to cause
    arousal in others. I can control it, but it comes very naturally, and most of
    the time I don't even realize I'm doing it."
    "It's bad enough you're a walking wet dream, but now you think you can
    magickally cause arousal?" She slapped her hand over her mouth as she
    realized she'd said the words out loud.
    Arousal? Hell, so far he's some sort of truth serum!
    A pleased expression lit Grayson's already too-handsome features. "Not
    only have you shown more resistance to my inherent gift than any Klatch
    woman ever has, but you seem to have the same effect on me. No woman
    has ever affected me like this. Until you."
    Inside her mind, Katelyn laughed at the ridiculousness of his statement. He
    thought she'd shown resistance? Hell, if Ethel hadn't interrupted, Katelyn
    might've backed him up against her display case and taken advantage of
    him right there.
    Besides, he was delusional. He had to be. She'd never encountered any
    type of magick or energy that would do what he described. It sounded
    more like a case of male ego and less like an "inherent gift." Katelyn held
    up her hand stop-sign fashion. "On-demand arousal. Right. I don't buy it."
    She fisted her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Hit me with your best
    shot, Mr. Goddess's Gift to Womankind. Show me this 'inherent gift.' "

    Grayson sighed as though disappointed in her lack of belief. "You're a very
    stubborn woman, Seer. Please remember that you specifically asked for this
    demonstration." He shrugged. "Although, it will help you heal, so I
    suppose it can't hurt."
    Katelyn snorted. "You have no idea how stubborn I can be." She held out
    her arms wide, making herself a bigger target. "Bring it on, stud."
    Grayson never moved, but a wave of his