Only You o-3
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«Here,» she said.
«May I use your cloth, too?»
The husky darkness of Reno’s voice heightened Eve’s awareness of him until it was almost painful. Her skin tingled as though it had been stroked.
«Yes, of course,» she said.
«And your soap?»
She nodded.
The motion of her head set her carelessly bound hair free of its loose knot. Moonlight tangled in the tawny locks that fell below her waist.
«And your hands, gata. May I use them, too?»
Reno heard the break in Eve’s breathing and wished that he could see her eyes. He wanted to know whether curiosity or dread, sensuality or fear, had caused that soft, tearing intake of breath.
«I know that wasn’t part of our bargain,» he said, «but I would appreciate a shave. Heat makes beard stubble itch like the very devil.»
«Oh. Yes, of course,» she said hurriedly.
«Have you shaved a man before?»
Moonlight gleamed and ran like liquid silver through Eve’s hair as she nodded.
«And cut hair,» she said. «And gave manicures.»
«Another way you earned your keep, is that it?»
The edge in Reno’s voice made Eve flinch.
«Yes,» she said.
Then, knowing what he was thinking, she added, «And none of them touched me.»
«Why? Did it cost extra?»
«No. I had a razor at their throat,» Eve said succinctly.
Reno remembered how he had seen her a few minutes ago, naked in the moonlight, all glistening silver and black velvet, with curves that made a man ache. He wanted to believe that she was as pure as she looked.
But he couldn’t.
Even night and shadow didn’t conceal Reno’s skepticism. Eve saw it clearly. Her expression changed, becoming as cool and remote as the moon.
«I never sold myself, gunfighter.»
Reno smiled rather grimly. He wanted to believe Eve the way he wanted to take his next breath. He would have given up heaven and taken on hell if it would have made Eve half as innocent as she had seemed as she stood naked, shimmering with moonlight and water.
The depth of his desire to believe that Eve had never been bought and sold shocked Reno. Yet he could no more deny his futile wish than he could control his primal response to something as simple as watching her move around the campfire.
Nor could Reno understand his reaction to Eve. He had never fancied saloon girls. Nor had he ever used them. He had preferred to go without rather than to slake his thirst at a tainted water hole. Yet he wanted Eve like hell burning, no matter how many other men she might have had in her young life.
That was why he had taken cards in the Gold Dust Saloon. A single look at Eve’s steady eyes and trembling mouth had drawn him straight across the room. He hadn’t cared if the two outlaws at the table with her objected to having a stranger join them for a few rounds of draw poker. He would have fought just to sit near her. He would have killed.
And he had.
Abruptly Reno turned and went to the smooth, blunt shelf of sandstone that Eve had used as a table for her basin of water. He sat on the rock ledge, put the clean clothes aside, and started undoing his shirt with quick, angry motions of his hands.
«Do you have a razor with you?» Eve asked.
Reno reached back to his hip pocket and took out a folding straight-edge razor. Without a word he handed it to Eve, for he didn’t trust his voice not to reveal how much he disliked the idea of her hands moving over other men’s faces, their hair, their hands; and all the while the men would be looking at her lips and her breasts, breathing in the scent of lilacs from her skin, undressing her in their minds, opening her thighs….
Warily Eve came closer to the dangerous man who watched her with eyes made colorless by moonlight. Years of living in the Lyons’ Gypsy wagon had taught her how to wash herself and others with a minimum of fuss and water. She wet Reno’s hair and heavy beard stubble and began to work soap into both.
Normally she stood behind a man to do this, but Reno was sitting on a smooth stone outcropping rather than a chair. She had no choice except to stand in front of him.
And, Eve admitted silently to herself, no real desire to stand elsewhere. She liked watching Reno’s closed eyes and knowing that her touch was pleasing him.
Slowly, subtly, Reno shifted his position as Eve worked. Before she quite understood how it had happened, she found herself standing between his legs. She made a startled sound.
As though she had stumbled, Reno’s hands came up to steady her.
«Perdition,» she whispered.
His eyes opened. «I beg your pardon?»
«The manicure. I forgot your hands.»
Reno raised a single black eyebrow and flexed his hands, sinking his fingers into the lush flare of Eve’s hips. He felt the heat of her body dearly, for there was only one layer of cloth between his skin and hers. She was quite naked under the floursack dress.
Eve’s breath rushed in and stayed until she felt dizzy. She had never imagined that there would be pleasure in a man’s hands on her hips.
«Your hands,» she said.
Reno smiled and flexed his fingers again.
«My hands,» he agreed. Then he bent forward and whispered against Eve’s breasts, «Where else would you like them?»
«That wasn’t what I meant.»
She turned away quickly, stepping beyond Reno’s reach. Using the canteen he had brought, she poured just enough water in the basin to cover his hands.
«Here,» Eve said, putting the basin in Reno’s lap. «Soak your hands.»
Wryly Reno moved his knees together to make a platform for the basin. As he did, he wondered if Eve really thought putting his hands in a basin would keep them off her warm curves.
The feel of Eve’s fingers rubbing his scalp made gooseflesh ripple over Reno’s body. In the silence of his mind he cursed his unruly response to this one woman, but he said nothing aloud. If Eve chose to ignore his arousal, he wasn’t going to call attention to it.
He wanted to give her no more hold over him than he already had. The feel of her fingers buried in his hair and rubbing his scalp was arousing him to the point of pain.
«Are you cold?» Eve asked when she sensed a faint tremor in Reno.
«No.»
Reno’s voice was too husky, but he couldn’t change that any more than he could help watching the play of moonlight and shadow over Eve’s face as she bent and turned, working over him with hands that were surprisingly strong.
Belatedly Reno remembered the ragged sores he had seen on Eve’s hands from burying the Lyons in a trailside grave. He grabbed one of her hands and turned it over, holding it in the moonlight. Though nearly healed, the skin still showed the cruel marks of the shovel. So did her other palm.
«Does it hurt?» Reno asked.
«Not anymore.»
He released Eve’s hands without a word.
She gave him a wary look before she turned to the razor. The small sound the folding blade made as she opened it seemed almost loud in the hushed night. She tested the razor’s edge delicately. Despite her care, the razor sliced a shallow line in her skin.
«Perdition,» she muttered. «Don’t make any sudden movements. The razor is very sharp.»
Reno’s smile was like a thin slice of moonlight.
«Cal honed it for me,» Reno said. «That man could put an edge on a brick.»
Though nothing showed on Eve’s face, Reno sensed the inner tightening of her body.
«Now what’s wrong?» he asked.
She looked at him warily, wondering when he had learned to read her so well.
«Don’t do anything to, er, startle me,» Eve said finally.
«Such as?»
«Touch me.»
«I thought you’d never ask,» Reno drawled, lifting his hands from the water.
«That’s not what I meant,» Eve said hastily, stepping back out of his reach. «Well, it is
, but not that way.»
«Make up your mind.»
«I meant that you shouldn’t touch me.»
Reno’s whole body became still.
«We have a bargain, gata. Remember?»
Eve closed her eyes.
«Yes,» she said. «I remember. I think of little else.»
Table stakes. Five-card draw. A royal heart flush or a busted heart flush.
Ante up or get out of the game.
«I’m not trying to go back on our bargain,» she continued, «but if you start touching me, I’ll get nervous, and this blade is hellishly sharp.»
Cautiously Eve watched the man who was sitting so still, watching her with a hunger that even darkness couldn’t disguise.
«I’ll sit very still,» Reno said in a deep voice.
«All right.»
She drew a deep, steadying breath and let it out. Reno barely hid the shiver of response that went through him at the warm rush of her breath over his bare chest.
«Ready?» she asked.
He laughed. «You have no idea just how ready lam.»
Eve bent and began shaving Reno with deft, neat motions, wiping the blade on the washcloth every few strokes. As she worked, she tried to tell herself that this was just like a thousand other times when she had shaved Don Lyon. Don had sworn that her hands were his secret luck. They made him look sharp and prosperous before he talked his way into a card game with little more than his aristocratic good looks and a handful of silver coins that wouldn’t bear close examination.
«Be very still now,» Eve cautioned in a low voice.
«Like a rock,» Reno promised.
She pushed his chin up and ran the razor over his throat with light, even strokes. When she finished, she heard the long breath he let out. Gingerly he touched his neck.
«I didn’t cut you,» Eve said quickly.
«Just checking. That blade’s so damned sharp, I wouldn’t know I’d been killed until I saw the blood running down to my belt buckle.»
«If you’re that worried about my skill,» she said tartly, «why did you want me to shave you in the first place?»
«I’ve been asking myself the same question.»
Eve hid her smile as she rinsed the rag in cool water. She was still smiling when she turned back to him with the wet rag between her hands. His breathing hesitated, then resumed more deeply as she rinsed his face once, then again for good measure.
While Eve worked, small drops of water dripped onto Reno’s shoulders and tangled in the dark thicket on this chest. When he breathed, the drops trembled and gleamed like translucent pearls. The temptation to touch a drop was so great that it startled her.
«Something wrong?» Reno asked huskily.
Eve shook her head too hard. Her hair spilled over her shoulders and across Reno’s chest. His breath hissed in as though he had been burned.
«Sorry,» she said.
«I’m not.»
She gave him a startled look, then gathered up her hair and twisted it into another knot at the nape of her neck.
«I like it better when it’s free,» Reno said.
«It’s in the way.»
«Not for me, gata.»
«Lift your hands,» was all Eve said.
Reno moved his hands and waited while Eve poured more water into the basin and rinsed him thoroughly from crown to collarbones.
«Not a single cut,» she said with satisfaction. «While you finish your bath, I’ll get some witch hazel.»
Before Reno could object, Eve was hurrying back to camp.
The thought of stripping, bathing, and waiting naked for her to return tempted him. The thought of the deeply cut hoof marks by the water hole told him how foolish he was being even to consider it.
He could divide his attention long enough to taste Eve’s cool skin and hear her breath break with desire; but if he had his pants off when she came back, the next thing he would be wearing would be soft, sultry woman.
Cursing silently, Reno stripped, washed himself, pulled on the clean underwear he had brought with him, and yanked his pants back on. Only then did he begin on his chest. He was just reaching for his clean shirt when Eve’s voice came from the darkness.
«Reno?»
«Come ahead. I’m decent.»
She walked close enough to see the faint shine of his damp, naked shoulders and the dark silhouette of his jeans.
«Thank you,» she said.
«What for?»
«Not shaming me.»
«An odd choice of words for a…»
Reno found he couldn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t like thinking of Eve as a saloon girl. With an irritated sound he turned his attention back to straightening out his shirt so he could put it on. Then he had a better idea.
«Fix this, would you?» Reno asked, holding out his shirt.
When Eve hesitated, he said sarcastically, «Never mind. It wasn’t part of ourbargain, was it?»
She took the shirt and shook it vigorously. He watched with eyes moonlight had transformed to the color of hammered silver. It was obvious that men’s clothing was almost as familiar to her as her own.
«You’re real good at that,» Reno said.
«Toward the end, Don couldn’t get into his clothes, much less fasten them,» Eve said.
«Then you wouldn’t mind helping me out?»
Surprised, she said, «Of course not. Hold out your arms.»
He did, and she slipped the shirt on.
«Fasten it for me?» he asked blandly.
Eve gave him a wary look.
«You don’t have to,» he said. «It’s not part of —»
«Our bargain,» she muttered, reaching for the first button. «Perdition. I suppose you’ll want me to undress you, next.»
«Hell of an idea. Are you volunteering?»
«No,» she said instantly. «It’s not part of —»
«Our bargain.»
She looked up sharply. He smiled.
Eve concentrated on the buttons. As she worked, she tried not to notice how different his powerful body was from Don Lyon’s frail, agetwisted form.
It was impossible. Health and strength radiated from Reno’s big body.
«Why didn’t his wife take care of Lyon?» Reno asked.
«Donna did what she could, but a lot of the time her hands were worse than his.»
The smell of lilacs rose from Eve’s hair, infusing Reno with her fragrance more deeply than even the scented soap had.
The matter-of-fact skill with which Eve worked told Reno she had spent a lot of time caring intimately for a man who couldn’t — or wouldn’t — care for himself.
It’s just as well that cheating whoremaster is dead, Reno thought grimly. The temptation to kill him might have put my good sense in the shade.
«There. All finished,» Eve said.
«Not quite. It’s not tucked in.»
«You’ll manage.»
«What’s wrong? It’s not like I’m asking you to undress me.»
When she gave him a skeptical look, Reno smiled.
«Guess you’d rather I went back to touching you, huh?» he asked.
«Perdition.»
Before Eve could think better of it, she reached for Reno’s waist. As his belt was already undone, it was only an instant’s work to open the metal buttons. Moving quickly, she began tucking in his shirt as she had Don Lyon’s, starting at the back and working forward.
Moments later, Reno’s breath hissed in as he felt the pressure of Eve’s fingers slide across his aroused flesh. She made a startled sound and tried to jerk her hands out of his jeans.
Reno was faster. He caught Eve’s wrists and held her fingers where they were, where he had wanted them to be for so long he almost lost control at her mere touch.
«Let me go!»
«Easy, gata. There’s nothing down there that’s going to bite, and you’ve unfastened enough pants to know it as well as I do.»
The shocked look Eve gave Reno made him want to laugh,
but the ache of his hunger was too fierce.
«I’m tempted to have you pet me a little, but it would be too damned distracting. I’ll settle for a kiss or two….» Reno said.
Eve struggled against his grip. It only served to rub her fingers over his aroused flesh.
Reno couldn’t stifle a groan of pleasure and need. He looked hungrily at the soft lips that were only a few inches from his mouth.
«Be still —» he began roughly.
«Let go of —»
«— or else I’ll pull off my pants,» Reno continued in a hard voice, «and make you finish what you started, and to hell with anyone who might be following us.»
«What I started? You were the one who —»
«Be still!»
Eve froze.
Reno let out a strained breath. He started to ease her hands from his pants, then stopped, for her balled fists made it difficult.
«Open your hands,» he said.
«But you said not to mo —»
«Do it,» he interrupted. «Slowly, gata. Very slowly.»
Eve uncurled her hands. As she did, she found herself measuring Reno inch by hard inch.
A thread of sound came from Reno, as though he were being drawn on a rack. He eased her hands from his pants, but instead of releasing her wrists, he pulled them up and over his shoulders.
«Stop fighting me,» he said. «It’s time to show me how well you can keep your word.»
Fear and the memory of the pleasure she had found in his kisses fought for control of her body.
Maybe when he sees that I keep my word, he’ll look at me with more than desire. Maybe…
«You’ll keep your word, too?» she asked.
«I won’t take you unless you want it,» he said impatiently. «Is that what you mean?»
«Yes, I —»
Reno’s mouth closed over Eve’s. His tongue slid between her lips, cutting off the possibility of talking.
Other than a startled sound, she made no protest. Despite his obvious strength and hunger, he wasn’t being hard on her. Quite the opposite. Once he understood that she wasn’t going to struggle against him, he held her rather gently.
The sensitive edges of Eve’s lips were caressed by the silky thickness of Reno’s mustache. The tantalizing currents of awareness that had shimmered into life the instant she had first seen him became stronger as the kiss inevitably deepened. Warmth flared in the pit of her stomach, making her shiver with a delicious awareness. She had wanted this without knowing it.