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back in her lab.
If he was being honest
about
his background, however, she realized, he'd be even more distrustful of
her if he discovered the extent of the extrasensory abilities she
possessed. She wondered whether it was her or Gabriel who really had
the upper hand.
"All right," he said after a moment "It's your
turn.
I already know your parents are the Co-Governors, you were born in
Innerworld, and you haven't ventured far from the cocoon."
"There's
nothing wrong with that," she said in a tone that let him know she was
ready to defend her way of life.
"I didn't say there was, but
you must admit you've had a fairly charmed existence so far." He
realized he was baiting her, but he couldn't seem to help himself.
She
stopped dead in her tracks, with her hands fisted on her hips.
"Charmed? Do you think you're the only child in the universe who had a
difficult time growing up? You don't understand anything about my life.
Yes, my parents are important people and wonderful to me. I love them
very much, but—as with you—because of what my parents wanted out of
life, I have had to live with the consequences."
Gabriel
stepped
closer, wanting to confirm the color her eyes took on in anger, even
though he didn't understand the cause. The hazel was now sparked with
yellow. He pushed a little harder. "I'm sure being the center of
attention all the time would make life simply unbearable."
Rather
than rage at him, her voice quieted as she turned away. "There is a
vast difference between being the center of loving attention and the
focus of hatred."
His hand raised and stroked her hair before
he
remembered his promise not to touch. When she didn't pull away, he did
it again. "I shared a confidence with you, Shara. I can't read your
thoughts, but I can tell I've said something to offend you again. Why
would you think you were the focus of hatred?" His fingers slipped
through the dark, silky strands at the nape of her neck, and the way
her head tilted suggested she liked what he was doing. "Why?" he
repeated.
She turned to meet his gaze, but his fingers
remained
tangled in her hair, gently kneading the back of her neck. If it hadn't
felt so good, she would have stopped him. "I assumed you knew all
important data about me, Professor. My mother is a Terran."
His
hand stilled. "And?"
Studying his face, she decided he was not
being obtuse on purpose. "And that makes me a mixed-breed, an oddity
... a freak."
He
was well aware of the prejudice she referred to, but had not connected
it with her. How could anyone call this exquisite creature a freak? "It
also makes you rare, like a black orchid-rose." With the slightest tug
on her hair, her head tipped back, and his free hand came up to caress
her cheek. He watched, totally fascinated, as her eye color softened to
the shade of rich, dark chocoberry. And, oh, how he did love the taste
of chocoberry.
Shara held her breath, knowing he was going to
kiss
her, knowing she shouldn't allow it, yet knowing she didn't have the
willpower to resist something she suddenly wanted so badly. As his lips
brushed hers, a tingling sensation caused her to gasp. She inhaled his
Caress-tinged breath, her eyes closed, and her arms snaked their way
around his neck.
His tongue teased hers until she shivered
with the
pleasure he was giving all her senses at one time. Taste, touch, and
smell blended together in his kiss. The sound of need coming from deep
in his chest spurred her passion in return. In her mind she pictured
his gorgeous face and the muscular body that her fingers were suddenly
free to explore.
He deepened the kiss, and she felt his hands
easing
down her back, bringing her closer. The pressure of his splayed fingers
on her bottom held her firmly against him and she gave in to the
temptation to rise on tiptoes to better fit their bodies together. Her
hands roamed impatiently over his back, relaying her own wish for more.
Tearing
his mouth away from
If he was being honest
about
his background, however, she realized, he'd be even more distrustful of
her if he discovered the extent of the extrasensory abilities she
possessed. She wondered whether it was her or Gabriel who really had
the upper hand.
"All right," he said after a moment "It's your
turn.
I already know your parents are the Co-Governors, you were born in
Innerworld, and you haven't ventured far from the cocoon."
"There's
nothing wrong with that," she said in a tone that let him know she was
ready to defend her way of life.
"I didn't say there was, but
you must admit you've had a fairly charmed existence so far." He
realized he was baiting her, but he couldn't seem to help himself.
She
stopped dead in her tracks, with her hands fisted on her hips.
"Charmed? Do you think you're the only child in the universe who had a
difficult time growing up? You don't understand anything about my life.
Yes, my parents are important people and wonderful to me. I love them
very much, but—as with you—because of what my parents wanted out of
life, I have had to live with the consequences."
Gabriel
stepped
closer, wanting to confirm the color her eyes took on in anger, even
though he didn't understand the cause. The hazel was now sparked with
yellow. He pushed a little harder. "I'm sure being the center of
attention all the time would make life simply unbearable."
Rather
than rage at him, her voice quieted as she turned away. "There is a
vast difference between being the center of loving attention and the
focus of hatred."
His hand raised and stroked her hair before
he
remembered his promise not to touch. When she didn't pull away, he did
it again. "I shared a confidence with you, Shara. I can't read your
thoughts, but I can tell I've said something to offend you again. Why
would you think you were the focus of hatred?" His fingers slipped
through the dark, silky strands at the nape of her neck, and the way
her head tilted suggested she liked what he was doing. "Why?" he
repeated.
She turned to meet his gaze, but his fingers
remained
tangled in her hair, gently kneading the back of her neck. If it hadn't
felt so good, she would have stopped him. "I assumed you knew all
important data about me, Professor. My mother is a Terran."
His
hand stilled. "And?"
Studying his face, she decided he was not
being obtuse on purpose. "And that makes me a mixed-breed, an oddity
... a freak."
He
was well aware of the prejudice she referred to, but had not connected
it with her. How could anyone call this exquisite creature a freak? "It
also makes you rare, like a black orchid-rose." With the slightest tug
on her hair, her head tipped back, and his free hand came up to caress
her cheek. He watched, totally fascinated, as her eye color softened to
the shade of rich, dark chocoberry. And, oh, how he did love the taste
of chocoberry.
Shara held her breath, knowing he was going to
kiss
her, knowing she shouldn't allow it, yet knowing she didn't have the
willpower to resist something she suddenly wanted so badly. As his lips
brushed hers, a tingling sensation caused her to gasp. She inhaled his
Caress-tinged breath, her eyes closed, and her arms snaked their way
around his neck.
His tongue teased hers until she shivered
with the
pleasure he was giving all her senses at one time. Taste, touch, and
smell blended together in his kiss. The sound of need coming from deep
in his chest spurred her passion in return. In her mind she pictured
his gorgeous face and the muscular body that her fingers were suddenly
free to explore.
He deepened the kiss, and she felt his hands
easing
down her back, bringing her closer. The pressure of his splayed fingers
on her bottom held her firmly against him and she gave in to the
temptation to rise on tiptoes to better fit their bodies together. Her
hands roamed impatiently over his back, relaying her own wish for more.
Tearing
his mouth away from
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