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a sleek wild hunter he crouched over her, withholding his power. They were separate, but entwined so intimately that with one stroke his body would enter hers.
    The self-protective screens that Tara had built around her heart vaporized. They must be united. They belonged together, as one being. Tonight was the only moment that existed, or ever would.
    â€œYes,” she whispered.
    His shaft entered her slowly. As the rightness of their joining reverberated through her, Tara felt every centimeter of the man growing with excitement. Something beyond magic was about to happen.
    He plunged deep into her. A cry issued from his throat and his back arched.
    Pleasure shot through Tara. His rhythmic thrusting lifted her into another sphere, where time passed in tiny flicks of sensation. They were made not of flesh but of light, glimmering and flowing. All the colors of ecstasy merged as he drove into her.
    Her breasts registered the demanding pressure of his chest. Her mouth met his again, and then something new rose from the depths of her soul like a great shout of joy.
    THE MOON WAS FADING as Chance Powers walked back up the driveway to his house. He stared at the castle facade with distaste. Like his odd name, tonight’s set decorations had been bestowed upon him by his father, who had an ulterior motive.
    At the door, he ordered the computer to turn off the hologram guardians on the porch. Inside, the house lay silent, the guests gone from the courtyard and the tablesbare. The mess could wait until his cleaning staff arrived in the morning.
    There was a new sense of emptiness now, without his lady. She had fallen into a deep sleep, a side effect of the intensity of their experience. Her girlfriend, puzzled but good-humored, had hung around until Chance carried his lady downstairs and laid her gently in the back of the car.
    By now, they must have reached the street. He doubted they would be able to find their way back here again; people rarely could, unless he summoned them.
    Already, he missed her mobile face, alive with an intriguing mixture of naiveté and cynicism. And her rumpled, spiky hair, and the way her lips quirked with emotion. He even missed the sometimes abrupt movements as if she had grown six inches overnight and hadn’t yet adjusted to her body.
    He yearned to run after the car and bring her back. But it would be a terrible mistake.
    It had been his father’s idea to throw this Halloween party. Raymond Powers wanted his son to become a partner in the family’s multimillion-dollar special-effects business, in which Chance had worked part-time while earning his MBA.
    This lavish display, in the house Chance had purchased with his more than generous salary, had been an attempt to seduce him into the good life. If only his father valued his business acumen, instead of the hidden talents that could make them unimaginably rich and powerful.
    Their eccentric family had always possessed unusual talents, including the ability to levitate small objects. Raymond also had a touch of ESP with which he tried to second-guess business rivals. Fortunately, from Chance’s point of view, it had not proved very reliable.
    Raymond had deliberately married a distant cousin in the hope of concentrating their abilities in a child. However, when his abilities began to develop during his teen years, Chance had recognized that it would be wrong to use them for personal gain. For years, he had kept his gifts a secret, even from his parents.
    Sometimes he had wondered if he were being selfish. The ability to touch people’s minds offered great potential for helping others. Once, by taking some of a friend’s pain on himself, he had helped the man recover from the trauma of a motorcycle accident.
    He was able not only to read others’ thoughts but to influence them. That was the dangerous part. If such powers were misused, they could result in great evil.
    Chance might have gone on keeping his father in the