«What is it?» he asked again.
Then he listened to the splintering of Eve’s voice as his teeth closed with more force on her smooth skin.
«I can’t…I don’t…» she gasped.
He caught her nipples in his fingers once more and tugged. Her breath came out in a hoarse sound as she arched like a bow. The motion made him settle more deeply onto her legs, yet still not where she wanted him. Her hands clenched in unbearable frustration. She twisted up against him in unknowing demand.
«Open your legs,» he whispered.
As Reno spoke, he moved his hips just enough to brush against Eve’s fire. The caress drew a ragged cry and a rush of heat from her. She shifted, wanting more of the sweet violence he had teased from her.
«More,» he said thickly. «Let me see that you want me.»
Eve shifted again.
«More, gata. You know you’ll like it. Draw your knees up on either side of me.»
She did as Reno asked, opening her legs until he lay easily between her thighs. Slowly he began teasing her nipples, watching her as he plucked the sensitive, rosy peaks.
«Yes,» Reno said when Eve lifted her hips blindly toward him. «Like that. Tell me you want me.»
The sensual torment of his hands on her breasts was no longer enough. Eve’s head moved as restlessly as her hips, seeking release from the vise of need that was closing around her.
«Reno, I…» Eve bit her lip and shivered.
«I know. I can see it.»
The pantalets had no center seam, allowing Reno’s fingertips to flick over her unprotected secrets, touching all but one.
«And I can feel it,» he said in a low voice.
Eve gasped in a combination of fear and passion as she realized that she lay undefended before Reno.
Deliberately he plucked the tender bud that had swelled with desire. The rush of pleasure Eve felt was so intense she cried out sharply and melted over him.
«Again,» Reno said, rubbing his thumb all around her, teasing her with what he was once again withholding.
She made a broken sound.
«Let me feel your pleasure,» he whispered. «Now.»
Then he touched her and she gave him what he had demanded. The hoarse sound of his satisfaction was another light caress, another delicate flick of passion’s whip across her intensely sensitive flesh.
«You’re like a spring welling up at my touch,» Reno said in a low voice.
His fingertip caressed again, drawing forth another rush of pleasure.
«I like that, gata. I like it the way I like to breathe.»
His fingers moved, barely brushing her slick, hot flesh.
Eve wept and writhed with the honeyed teasing that sent savage streamers of fire through her. She didn’t know when Reno’s fingertips were replaced by blunt, satin flesh. She knew only that he wasn’t touching her the one place she must be touched. Her nails raked down his back in a demand she couldn’t help making.
Reno regretted that his shirt kept him from feeling the sharp edges of his cat’s passionate claws. He smiled and teased Eve some more, circling the tender nub without quite touching it. Her hands raked again, and he laughed deep in his throat despite his own unanswered need.
The twisting motion of Eve’s hips beneath Reno made a fine sweat break all over his body. He had never had a woman want him so completely, her whole body crying her need. The slightest brush of his fingers sent her response spilling over again. He enjoyed it with savage intensity, bathing himself in her passionate heat, wanting to take her so much that his body shook with his need.
Yet no matter how hard she twisted and fought to make him touch the hungry bud he had drawn from her softness, he eluded her.
«Why?» Eve asked finally.
«I want to hear you ask for more.»
She made a frustrated sound and twisted again, and again Reno left her barely touched, wholly aching.
«More,» Eve said, trembling.
Reno brushed against her swollen, sultry flesh.
«Harder,» she said raggedly.
Her fist struck his shoulder as she strained toward the unattainable fire that withdrew just as she reached for it.
«That’s not enough,» she said urgently.
«What if I say that’s all there is?»
«No! There has to be more!»
Reno touched her again, drawing his nails with exquisite care over the swollen bud. She gasped and liquid fire overflowed.
Teeth clenched against the need shaking him, Reno took a deep breath, seeking the self-control that was sliding away. The primal scent of Eve’s passion swept through him. It was like breathing fire.
«Reno,» she whispered. «I —»
Her voice broke as she twisted.
«This?» he asked.
Flesh that was both smooth and hard pressed sensually against her, parting her even as she melted over him.
«Yes,» she said brokenly. «Yes.»
With a smooth, powerful motion, Reno drove into Eve, expecting a sleek, seamless ease to the coupling, for there was no doubt of her arousal.
What he found was a barrier that was breached almost the instant it was discovered. Almost, but not quite. The difference was a tearing of flesh and a moisture that owed nothing to passion.
Eve’s eyes flew open as pain rather than pleasure stabbed through her whole body.
«You’re hurting me!» she said hoarsely.
The motions of Eve’s body as she tried to dislodge Reno stripped away his control. He tried to hold her still, but it was too late, he was far too aroused to deny himself the tight satin paradise he had entered. Release swept through him, burning him with pulses of pure fire.
The wild shuddering of Reno’s body moved him within Eve, but there was no pain for her this time. Instead, tongues of fire licked up from the place where their bodies were joined.
The sharp ripples of passion surprised Eve, as did Reno’s hoarse groans and the rhythmic pulses of his flesh deep within her. She closed her eyes, let out a broken breath, and waited for him to release her.
Yet Reno made no move to do so, even when his breathing slowed. The rise and fall of his chest was enough to move him within Eve. Each small motion sent more currents of unwelcome fire through her body. She no longer enjoyed the sensation, for she knew now where it led — to a feeling of pain and edgy despair.
She had been one of those foolish women Donna talked about, the kind who spread their legs in the name of love. But Reno didn’t want a saloon girl’s love. He wanted only her body.
And he had taken it.
«Get off me,» Eve said finally.
The flatness of her voice angered Reno. She had been so hot, so willing, and now she couldn’t wait to be rid of him. She couldn’t have told him more clearly how little she had enjoyed coupling with him.
Yet he had enjoyed it so much he had lost control too quickly. That had never happened to him before. The knowledge that he had wanted her much more than she wanted him made him furious.
Then Reno remembered the fragile barrier, the tearing an instant before he could take Eve completely. He remembered, but he could not believe it. He could not believe a saloon girl was a virgin.
It must have been a long time since her last man.
That would explain the sleek constriction of her body, a sensual pressure that still caressed him every time either one of them breathed.
Reno realized anew how slender Eve was, how delicately made. He wasn’t either slender or small. He was an unusually large, potent man. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, but he must have. The knowledge simultaneously shamed and angered him, for it underlined the difference in their level of mutual desire.
«Don’t tell me you didn’t want it,» Reno said harshly. «Hell, you asked for it as plain as day.»
Color stained Eve’s cheeks as she remembered her own wanton behavior. He was quite right. She had asked for it.