Rayne shifted uneasily on the sofa and picked up her glass. Hurriedly, she took a sip and then another. Suddenly her throat felt dry and seemed to be closing off. She didn’t want to do anything else stupid in front of this man. While his eyes had been devouring her last night, she had seen him clearly. His stone-chiseled features, warm hazel eyes and sun-streaked reddish brown hair had struck her immediately with intent, deep and overwhelming desire. The rush of emotion had left her feeling raw and vulnerable. Her reaction had been knee-jerk when she’d asked him a moment later to leave. If she’d been completely honest with herself, she would have admitted that was the last thing she wanted.

This morning, as she first heard Colleen’s dinner invitation, her gut reaction had been, “yes!” Then she’d be able to see the handsome man who had sent her normally logical and sensible brain into limbo while her body took over. Last night she’d slept barely one solid hour. Each time she awoke it was with the impression of this man’s face in her head. Her heart would be racing and she was completely aware of the fierce need she felt deep inside herself. The last time, at dawn, the erotic dream had still been alive in her mind and easily entered her consciousness.

In the dream, as the water coursed down over her head and shoulders, she had lifted her hands to rub sensually over her breasts. The hard nipples had jutted eagerly in her palms as she pressed and then massaged her big tits. She’d shivered and opened her eyes. Like slow motion, Rayne watched his eyes move down and back up her wet body, thinly veined by the scraps of cotton.

Walking toward her, the handsome man had jerked his shirt off and tossed it aside. Her heart jerked wildly as he stepped under the water with her. One of them took a step forward, or was it his hand touching her arm? A second later their wet bodies pressed tightly together. Wet mouths met and slid against each other. The meeting of their tongues was not a gentle, questing exploration. Hot, fierce and demanding, Sean’s tongue battled with Rayne’s. With Rayne caressing his shoulders and neck, Sean cupped his large hands beneath her breasts.

Her groans and her body pressing into his grasp had signaled her eagerness. She had barely noticed when his one hand dropped down and cupped her mound possessively. Rayne eagerly welcomed the fingers that eased under the cotton and massaged her clit. There was no stopping him nor did she want to, as first one, and then two fingers slid easily into her slippery pussy. The curling and pressing of his fingers denoted his level of experience as he had controlled and mastered her motions.

There had been no thought other than acceptance as her body jerked forward into his body the first time. And the contractions and spasms of her cunt around his fingers a few seconds later were unmistakable. Limp and clinging to his shoulders, she’d not said a word as he moved her toward the house. But he wasn’t taking her inside. Instead, he had pressed her flat against the side of the house. Standing almost immobile, Rayne had savored the feel of the shivers dancing along her nerve endings while his fingers were no longer resting dormant within her body. The stimulation of her clit had seemed almost too much as she heard dimly the sound of his zipper sliding down.

In her dream, Rayne had lifted her thigh to give him more access to her body. But he was already pushing her tiny panties aside. The thrust of his cock into her body had forced the air from her lungs. Gasping and feeling dizzy, Rayne had wrapped her arms around Sean’s neck and held on. Sean’s hands were lifting both her thighs as he impaled her with his staff. His last jab had sent another cycle of orgasms through her completely spent body. The only things keeping them upright were his strong, muscular thighs.

As the sky turned pink, Rayne knew the wetness between her thighs had only been her body’s juices. Sitting on the side of the bed, she’d reluctantly acknowledged that it quite easily could have been his cum leaking out of her right now. Never before had she felt such intense reactions, asleep or awake. The intensity frightened her more than the fact that even though it was only a dream, she’d not given any thought to the fact he was a stranger, unknown, and had totally forgotten about using a condom!

Rayne sipped her tea eagerly, needing to cool herself and calm her emotions. A flush stained her cheeks, though, as she recalled what was in the pocket of her dress right now. During the heat of the afternoon, she’d gone into town and purchased, for the first time ever…condoms! She’d been so embarrassed, not really knowing what kind to buy. Still, none of that had stopped her from completing the purchase and putting one in each pocket of her dress. Telling herself she was being foolish, Rayne had walked the one-mile path between their properties.

* * * * *

“I am sorry for last night.”

Rayne looked up into Sean’s hazel-colored eyes. The desire she’d felt last night, and all through the daylight hours today, came rushing through her once again. Her breath caught in her chest as she realized how strong it was with him so close. He had walked silently to stand less than three feet from the sofa, directly in front of her.

“My mother would wonder what happened to the little gentleman she raised.”

Rayne had to smile at his words. She didn’t doubt his sincerity. But this self-deprecating humor only heightened her attraction. A moment later, without warning, her body reacted to the image that popped into her consciousness. It was from her dreams. Sean had pushed her back against the wall. His hand curled around the leg she lifted, pulling it higher. Rayne wrapped her hands around his neck and then felt the thrust of his cock splitting her flesh.

It was crazy, but she jumped and her hand jerked, as she seemed to feel the thrust of his cock into her cunt. It was as if her body had truly felt the impact. Tea spilled and Sean acted immediately by offering her his napkin. Taking it, she wiped her hand and then blotted the spot on her dress.

Still looking at the spot, Sean’s finger entered her field of vision. She looked up, not sure what he was doing. “What?”

“You missed a spot. I’d offer to dab all you want…” his voice trailed away as he moved his finger a little closer.

Rayne glanced down and saw the large tea spot on the bodice of her dress. If she asked him to dab, his hand would be directly over her nipple. Immediately she regretted her last minute decision to skip underwear. Her nipples were definitely making their presence known, especially the one beneath the wet spot. Heat washed over her cheeks as she realized Sean must have been aware of their arousal when he first offered his napkin. Pulling the fabric away from her skin, she tried to press the wetness out. The napkin was too damp, making it worse.

“Let me,” Sean whispered a moment later.

Rayne looked up and saw that he had another napkin, this one pristine. Ignoring that conscientious and cautious voice in her head, she let her body’s desire act for her. She nodded her head and lowered her hands. It would have been better to let him take hold of the fabric and duplicate her motions. Instead, the fabric flattened once again across her full breast and peaked nipple. Pushing back the logic telling her to take the napkin, she nodded her head in agreement once more.

* * * * *

Sean had been watching Rayne closely. Her second nod fired his desire, which was barely held in check as it was. The thought of his sister returning was the only thing preventing him from seeking a kiss from her full lips. Each lick of her tongue sent his temperature a degree higher. But he did ignore his mother’s voice telling him to pick the fabric up and away from her skin. That would be the logical and smart way to do it. He held the napkin flat to his palm and pressed his hand lightly over her breast and nipple. Slipping his hand a little lower, his hand curved around the globe. It was impossible to resist the lure of lifting the breast and just holding it for a moment. The sound of her breath catching forced his eyes upward.

Rayne’s eyes were closed and her lips parted. A moment later, her tongue licked across her lower lip. Sean’s cock responded promptly and he couldn’t resist closing his hand in an unmistakable squeeze, followed by a gentle massage.

“Oh my God.”

Rayne’s cry told him her reactions to his touch were mirroring his. He shifted his hand, allowing the napkin to fall to the floor. This time as he cupped her breast he felt her hard nipple poking in his palm. Massaging her flesh, he wiggled his hand side to side. This still wasn’t enough. His hand moved lower and he stimulated her tender bud further by rubbing his fingers back and forth across the distended peak. His cry drowned out hers.

“Yes!” Rayne whispered.

“God! You feel so sweet, Rayne. I want to suck this nipple into my mouth. Can you feel me drawing the bud between my lips? Suckling you deep inside before I flick my tongue over and all around this sweet morsel. Damn it! I want to carry you upstairs and take you on my bed right now.”

Rayne slowly lifted her heavy eyelids. Desire and arousal were raging inside her, demanding attention and satiation. All she had to do was say, “yes.” Even a simple nod of her head would probably be enough. Just nod her head and she would experience what she was sure would be pure rapture in his embrace. Her head dipped downward, nodding her agreement.

“Dinner’s ready! You can pour the wine, Sean.”

Excerpt 2 from Rayne Dance

Rayne was dead tired as she made her way back toward her house. She still would have to make something to eat for her menagerie of pets. From the look of the dry earth, she might have to water during the night once again. Just the thought of that made her groan out loud.

“Good evening.”

Rayne would have jumped out of her skin if she could. The deep masculine voice shocked and surprised her, coming from her front porch as it had. Obviously a visitor had made himself comfortable waiting for her. Abruptly, she stopped a few feet from the steps.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Rayne snapped at the unseen stranger. It was pretty much unheard of for newcomers to move into the area. Therefore, newcomers—strangers—were usually viewed with suspicion. Almost everyone farmed land and some raised animals as well. A stranger in the area stuck out like a sore thumb and word spread quickly about them.

“When you saw no one was home you should have left!” she accused him with her next breath. Her heart was racing, especially since she couldn’t see him. It took several deep breaths before she calmed enough to “turn on” her psychic abilities. Despite the darkness, she had already guessed he was alone.

Suddenly there was the strike of a match and it flared brightly in the cooling darkness. Rayne blinked quickly, trying to focus on him in the small flicker of light. As she watched, he lit a pipe and took several long draws on it. The sweet redolent scent wafted through the air toward her. Smoking of any kind was pretty much wiped out these days. There were still kids who thought it was fun to smoke marijuana just to try it. But pipe smoking had become something only the very wealthy could afford. Tobacco had to be imported from South America, and since the war, prices had continued to skyrocket.

The flare from the match also served to momentarily highlight the stranger’s face. He glanced in her direction and the man’s startling hazel-colored eyes struck Rayne as quite unusual. His face looked sculpted and tanned. He came to his feet and was highlighted from the light behind him, inside the house. There was no missing his broad shoulders, tapering to narrow waist and hips. Something about this man was setting alarms off in her head, her psychic consciousness and her stomach. She couldn’t deny that butterflies were beating like crazy and she still had not yet seen the man clearly. In the light, he might be downright irresistible—

Rayne stumbled at the first step of her porch. When she could get a better look at her visitor, he would also be able to see her more clearly. Tonight she had seemed to be particularly klutzy. She felt like one big mud pie.

The stranger crossed towards her quickly, extending his hand to her. Rayne pulled her hand away from the wooden handle bar, not completely sure that touching him would be a wise idea. She wasn’t sure whether her reticence came from a desire not to get him muddy, or was it something deeper and more elemental that was sending warning signals to her brain. Her grandmother had told her once that some people could sense a psychic just by touching them. Maybe she could buy herself some thinking time by sending him into the small living room and she’d sneak around back, rinse off and then dart upstairs to do a decent clean up. Showing him her muddy hands, she spoke again.

“Sorry, I’m all muddy. If you want to go in…wait! Who are you and why are you here?” she added quickly, belatedly realizing that she was being much too accepting. Living in the small, easy-going rural area was definitely affecting her level of caution and usual alertness.

“I am Sean McDougal. I’ve heard nothing but compliments about your farming techniques and how you seem to be able to grow the healthiest plants in spite of the drought. I wanted to meet the lady with the green thumb.”

“My thumbs are normal and why are you interested?” Rayne asked him promptly. Everything he had said was true. All the farms around her had come to see what she was doing differently. Her neighbor, the Jackson’s oldest son, had even come several times to help her water since he’d first visited with his father.

“I just purchased the Scott farm.”

“Oh,” Rayne answered quickly. “My neighbor’s son had mentioned last month that the place had finally sold. If you want to go in and sit down, I’ll join you in a few minutes. And if you wouldn’t mind going into the kitchen first and flipping on the outdoor light I would appreciate it. Thanks,” she added before taking off around the side of the house.

* * * * *

Sean watched the woman scamper away into the darkness before he went inside to follow her instructions. Flipping on the outside light, he could hear water running. Unable to resist, he quietly moved out the back door, following the noise. As he came upon the pool of light, he felt like he had been gut punched. Standing under a running outdoor shower, a young woman clad only in a white, armless T-shirt and cotton panties stood, getting completely drenched to the skin. To the side he saw the outline of jeans and what looked to be another shirt tossed aside.

His eyes moved over her body slowly. He knew looking at her was only going to raise her barriers even more once she saw him. But there was no way in hell he could turn away from the soaking wet woman in front of him. As he stared, her arms lifted and her hands sleeked her long, waist-length hair back from her face. This lifted her breasts beneath the wet and clinging shirt, highlighting her hard nipples. Those breasts looked the perfect size for his hands. And her nipples promised to tease his tongue once he captured the taut bud in his mouth.

He could still leave silently. She had not yet seen him or sensed that he was even there. That did surprise him since she was supposed to be psychic—

It was too late a moment later. She was now facing him and her eyes had opened slowly. Taking a moment to focus, there was no effort on her part yet to cover her body. Sean, being male, took advantage and looked down at the apex of her thighs, concealed only by the thin, cotton fabric—now wet and nearly see-through. Expecting to see a lush, black forest or even a trimmed bushy garden, Sean was surprised to see flesh and the indentation of—

Abruptly Rayne turned away, turning off the water. She walked the few steps and picked up her clothes. Sean could see the tension in her face and opened his mouth to apologize.

“No, please, Mr. McDougal. Don’t say anything. I think you should leave, though.” Rayne took a step past him, not lifting her eyes to meet his.

“I apologize. I heard the water and I didn’t think—“

“It’s all right. Please, just go, though!”

Sean nodded slowly, reluctantly starting for his truck. “I’d like a chance to talk with you—“

Rayne shook her head. “Please go!”

Sean decided that retreat would be best at this point. He had obviously embarrassed her, and to continue might only serve to alienate her. The last thing he needed was anything that would hinder his final investigation for the Psychic Sensory Investigations Agency. Walking around her house to where he’d parked his vehicle, he admitted that he was grateful to finally be getting out. He was sick and tired of using his psychic ability to track innocent people down, and possibly destroy the life they and their families had made.

Driving back toward the large farming concern he’d purchased, Sean knew that he was possibly luckier than his fellow agents were. Thanks to his father’s foresight and cleverness with money and investments, he had money to purchase land and start a new life…completely divorced from the Agency. In the early years following the war, he believed that the Agency and its policing agents were needed to track remaining psychics still loyal to the Leyton legislature and its overlords.

There had been a couple of incidents quite a few years ago where a few zealous agents killed an innocent psychic, and another had involved the entire family along with the psychic. Sean had been called in on one particularly gruesome event, and had been forced to deal with the aftermath. If he had not been as skilled politically as he was, the publicity concerning the event would have brought down massive outcries from the general public.

Unfortunately, some of the agents Sean had run across during his time with the Agency didn’t quite agree with the views of the new government administration plan for tolerance. The goal, these days, was to identify and track psychics. The hope was to prevent the past from recurring and show that all people can live together peacefully.

One of the greatest problems was that some people still thought all psychics were evil and that they wanted to rule over all non-psychics. The pervading belief was that psychics could read anyone’s mind, which naturally leads to fear. Sean had been taught almost from his first conscious thought to master his powers so he had complete control, not the powers. After college he had been looking for some excitement and danger, and ended up crossing paths with a PSI agent, Trevor Thomas, who had then recruited him.

His recruiter was now a department head of the Agency and working hard to get programs to educate about psychics and what kinds of talents and abilities they can have. Trevor believed that only through education could society achieve healing as a people. With education would come understanding, acceptance and tolerance, and hopefully would lead to friendship. When Sean had told Trevor he was leaving, he’d been offered several interesting management-level positions. Sean refused because even though it had been the excitement that had drawn him in the first place, he was tired of the subterfuge and delving into people’s pasts. The last few years everyone he’d investigated had been harmless.

“Harmless” for psychics meant the individual was a level three or less. Tyre Leyton had been a five, and most of the overlords had been recorded, or speculated to be level four. Sean had tested to a level four when he joined the Agency, but since he was working with them he was perceived not to be a threat. And over the last few years, the remaining psychics from Leyton’s time were living peacefully with the new government in power and were closely monitored. Many were aging or their grandchildren suffered from a chemical dependency to the drugs some of the overlords had used to enhance their powers.

Sean had been instrumental in bringing down the largest known band of psychic holdouts to date. Several of the men he had become friends with over the years through the Agency had infiltrated the band until they could gather enough information to know the location of them all and finally arrest them for re-integration into society. If it appeared after several years of conditioning therapy the person could not be safely reintroduced into the public, a permanent incarceration would occur.