Only You

by Elizabeth Lowell

  Delicately Reno tested the satin nub he had found hidden within her petals.

  Eve’s breath came in with a husky sound that could have been pleasure or pain.

  “Talk to me,” Reno said. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

  He circled the sensitive knot with his fingertips before he caught it and plucked gently.

  Eve stiffened as though he had taken a whip to her.

  “Eve?”

  She couldn’t answer. Pleasure raced through her body from Reno’s touch, making it impossible to think or speak. A broken breath, a stifled moan, and a scented rain were the only answer she could give him.

  It was enough. It told Reno that Eve wanted him as profoundly as he wanted her.

  He pressed lightly into her again for the sheer pleasure of feeling how much she hungered for what he could give her. The hot rush of her response clung to him, shimmering in the vague light, making him dizzy with the answering surge of his own blood. He shifted, bringing his aroused flesh very close to her, pushing lightly, testing her ability to take him.

  The testing was also a caress. Eve made a sound of wonder as pleasure rippled through her. Sensual heat licked over Reno’s violently aroused flesh, dragging a ragged groan from him. His hips moved reflexively, pushing between hot petals, seeking an even deeper joining.

  Eve’s eyes opened as the pressure between her legs intensified, Reno’s body slowly stretching her with a gentle, measured movement that was at odds with the harsh lines of his face.

  “Tell me,” he said hoarsely.

  Reno wanted to say more, but he couldn’t. He was feeling Eve too intensely, sleek heat and sultry rain and a loving glide of flesh over flesh. She was feeling him in the same way, her eyes heavy-lidded, watching him as he took her and gave himself to her in the same deliberate movement.

  Never had Reno known such a sensual merging of body with body, heat with heat, breath with breath. There was no barrier, no cry of pain, no sudden attempt by Eve’s body to reject him.

  She gave way before him like a summer storm, luring and surrounding him as he pressed into her hot center. No matter how deeply he probed, there was only liquid heat and a satin constriction caressing him in secret, teaching him what it meant to be fully, passionately joined with a woman.

  The hot perfection of sheathing himself so slowly within her nearly undid him. Blood hammered through his veins, filling him until thought he must burst or die.

  “Eve…”

  Reno’s voice was ragged, all but throttled by the wild race of his blood.

  Eve heard him and knew that he was trying to ask if he was hurting her. She would have answered, but the slow, heavy penetration was transforming her.

  Rings of fire pulsed up from the point where her body joined his. The tiny, secret convulsions brought a pleasure so great she could only give herself to it and to the man who was so deeply a part of her that he felt each silky pulse distinctly. And with each pulse came a sensual rain that eased his way even more, luring and welcoming and caressing him profoundly.

  Reno felt his control being stripped away by the sweet rhythms of Eve’s pleasure. He measured himself once within her, then twice, before the firestorm within him burst. He arched into her welcoming heat and gave himself to her in a shuddering rush that left him spent.

  The weight of Reno’s body against Eve’s sent another wave of passion through her. She made a sound deep in her throat and twisted against him as her body was impaled by a shaft of ecstasy.

  The sinuous, gliding pressure of Eve over his buried flesh sent tongues of fire licking sharply through Reno. He moved slowly within her and savored her shimmering response.

  Watching her, he moved again, enjoying her throaty cries and the melting of her body around him. He had never known a woman to enjoy so clearly his presence within her. He had never guessed how much satisfaction there could be in watching his smallest motion transformed into sensual feminine pulses and a silent, sinuous pleading for more of him.

  Nor had he known what his own body was capable of, the rushing transformation repeated, sweet needles of fire pricking delicately, deeply, until he was consumed by a need that was all the sweeter for having been ignited while he was fully sheathed within her.

  “I hope you’re right about having lots of lives, gata.”

  Eve’s lashes lifted, showing eyes that were still glazed with pleasure.

  “What?” she asked huskily.

  Her voice broke before the question was finished, for Reno was moving slowly within her, filling her.

  “Do you like this?” he asked, withdrawing and returning once more.

  “Dear Lord, yes.”

  “It doesn’t hurt?”

  Soft laughter was Eve’s answer. Her hands caressed the length of Reno’s spine. She paused to comb through the scattering of silky hair in the small of his back before she went on to his buttocks. The taut muscles intrigued her, as did the swift, ripping breath he took when her hand strayed between his thighs. She repeated the caress, drawing another shudder from him.

  “No more of that,” Reno said, dragging Eve’s hand back to his flank.

  “Don’t you like it?”

  “Too damn much,” he admitted. “Save it for next time.”

  “Next time?”

  “Yes, gata. Next time. I may need it then. I sure don’t need it now.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  Reno moved again within Eve, caressing and stretching her in the same motion.

  “If I get any harder,” he said, “it will be over too soon. I want this one to last a long, long time.”

  “Oh.”

  He bent down and put his cheek next to hers. The heat of her skin amazed him.

  “Are you blushing?” he asked.

  Eve buried her face in his neck and hit his shoulder lightly with her fist.

  “How anyone can be so abandoned and yet so shy…” Reno’s voice faded into a soft laugh. “Never mind. You’ll get over it.”

  A muffled comment told him that she doubted it.

  “Look at me, sugar girl.”

  When she shook her head, he gently pried her face from his neck.

  “Shy little night-blooming flower,” Reno said, dropping tiny kisses over Eve’s hot face. “If you knew how rare you were, you wouldn’t blush.”

  He saw the narrow gleam of Eve’s eyes as she peeked through her lashes at him.

  “And you are rare,” he breathed against her lips.

  “I’m just a…”

  Whatever Eve was going to say was lost in the slow penetration of his tongue until he filled her mouth just as he filled her body. The tiny, throaty cry she gave affected him the way a burning match affects dry straw. He retreated and returned with exquisite control from her body, measuring both of them simultaneously, intimately. Then he withdrew again.

  With a ragged sound that was Reno’s name, Eve moved her hips, trying to reclaim him.

  “You make me feel like the man who first discovered fire,” Reno said in a low voice, watching her.

  He rocked slowly against her, leaving none of her untouched, moving with the deliberate rhythms of a storm that has eternity to gather and break.

  “Hurt?” he asked softly.

  Her answer was a rippling sigh of pleasure.

  “Tell me if I hurt you,” Reno said.

  Smoothly he shifted, sliding his arms beneath her knees, bending and lifting her legs, pressing them gently back against her body, moving in slow motion, joining them more deeply than she would have believed possible.

  “Eve?” he whispered.

  “Dear God,” she said, shivering with pleasure.

  As Reno moved, a hot, gentle vise closed around Eve, a burning so soft she knew it only in after-thought. A long, sweet shimmering began to steal through her, making her want to laugh and cry at the same time.

  Reno withdrew, taking the sensual pressure with him.

  “No,” Eve said.

  “I thought I was hurting you.
”

  “Only when you left.”

  She made a low, ragged sound as Reno slowly returned, rocked against her, then retreated as deliberately as he had taken her. The ghostly shimmering returned, delicate currents of fire claiming her softly.

  “I think…” Eve whispered.

  He moved again, and flames licked gently, stealing her voice.

  “What do you think?” he asked.

  “I think…a woman…discovered fire,” Eve said. “With you…”

  Tender fire leaped, consuming her.

  Reno heard the echoes of ecstasy in Eve’s voice, felt it in the rhythmic shivering of her body, and wanted to shout his triumph at the stars.

  But he had no breath to shout, for the flames that he had nurtured in her were spreading outward, licking over him in the silken rhythms of her release. He held himself utterly still, fighting against the need to join her. He didn’t want that yet, not before he had plumbed the depths of her ability to respond to him.

  The lure of Eve’s body was too great to withstand. When she twisted slowly, repeatedly, against him, Reno felt the world unravel in a series of soft explosions. With her name breaking on his lips, he came undone a single heartbeat at a time, giving himself to her in a long, rippling current of fire.

  Eve’s breath caught and sighed out in wonder as she held Reno, savoring the gentle shuddering of his body. For long, sweet minutes, her slender fingers caressed his back and shoulders. The breadth and power of him were obvious even now, when he lay with his head between her breasts, breathing slowly, utterly relaxed.

  Smiling, Eve stroked Reno’s back with slow sweeps of her hands, savoring the strength of him and the knowledge that she had never been so close to anyone.

  It was more than the fact of their interlocked bodies. She loved Reno as she had never loved anyone in her life.

  Eve didn’t know she had spoken her thoughts aloud until Reno lifted his head and turned it from side to side, stroking her breasts with his cheek as he spoke.

  “Love is an illusion, sugar girl,” he said. “But passion isn’t.”

  She felt the slow drawing of Reno’s tongue over her nipples. With each delicious movement, his body stirred within her, redoubling the effect of his caresses. An answering heat splintered through her, making her breath break audibly.

  Reno heard Eve’s response and felt it in the swift rise of her breasts. His laughter was velvety, dark, exultant.

  “Passion is very real,” he said, biting delicately at Eve’s taut nipples. “We’re good together, you and I. Hell, we’re better than good. There’s no word for what we have when we’re like this.”

  “What do you mean?” she whispered.

  “Little innocent,” Reno murmured, drinking the tender shivering of her flesh as his teeth raked lightly. “You don’t even know, do you?”

  “What?”

  “This.”

  His hips moved and he drove into her as though he would fuse their bodies into a single seamless whole. A throttled cry and an urgent twisting of her hips answered him. Laughing with sheer pleasure, he twisted against her in turn and listened to his name come from her lips in a rush.

  “Yes,” Reno said. “It’s me. Again. But don’t blame me, gata. I’ve never been like this before in my life.”

  Another twist, another cry, another sultry wave melting through Eve to lick over Reno, fueling his passionate fire, driving him higher, urging him to drive her higher as well.

  Reno moved heavily, sparing Eve nothing of his power. Nor did she ask for less. She moved in urgent counterpoint, meeting strength with fluid grace, hunger with desire, fire with searing fire.

  When sweat misted her skin, he bent his head and licked salty drops, bit flesh that strained to become part of him. He seduced her breasts with his teeth and tongue, demanding and receiving a hard bud from each while his hips moved relentlessly, demanding a different kind of flowering.

  His hand slid down between their slick, hot bodies until he found the satin bud. He circled, pressed, raked with shattering delicacy.

  “What are you…” Eve said brokenly. “Dear God…Reno.”

  Pleasure burst in her with the force of a blow, arching her body as fierce currents swept through her, driving her even higher.

  Reno held Eve wild and shivering while he moved over and within her relentlessly, riding the fierce passion he had called from her. He punctuated each heavy thrust with a savagely restrained caress that demanded everything of her, plucking at the delicate bud until it began to flower one dark petal at a time.

  Eve cried out as her body experienced an ecstasy that had no beginning and no end, shattering her, transforming her. If there had been room in her for fear, she would have been terrified; but there was room only for Reno’s driving body and the dark words of desire and demand he poured over her.

  She cried out in abandon, sinking her nails heedlessly into his back as she arched like a drawn bow, succumbing to the sweet violence he had called from her.

  Reno’s smile was as untamed as Eve’s cries. He held himself utterly motionless, absorbing her violent trembling into his strength. When she was still once more, he bent his head, drew his teeth over her shoulder in a fierce caress, and began moving inside her again.

  Eve gasped as passion ravished her body once more.

  “Reno.”

  “I warned you,” he said in a low voice. “Until we can’t even lick our lips.”

  Reno moved powerfully, pulling the night down around them like a cloak of black fire.

  And like fire, they burned.

  18

  T HE jumbled waste of rock, sand, and tough shrubs looked like it went on forever in all directions, but Reno knew it didn’t. It was simply another wide step down in the long descent from the Rockies to the place more than a hundred miles to the west, where the mysterious, powerful Rio Colorado coiled invisibly between stone banks.

  If it weren’t for Slater hovering on the horizon like a vulture, I’d be happy to camp by fresh water and not move for a few weeks.

  Or months.

  Reno smiled wryly at his own thoughts. For the first time in his life, he was in no real hurry to find Spanish treasure. He was having too much pleasure in other explorations, charting the undiscovered territory of a dual sensuality that was both savage and sublime, violent and tender, demanding and renewing. He didn’t want it to end until both of them had drunk the dark wine to the last heady drop.

  Until we find the mine, you’ll be my woman whenever I want you, however I want you.

  Eve had kept her end of the bargain with a generosity that was as unexpected and consuming as the sweet violence of their joined bodies. The thought of never again reaching for her in the darkness was unsettling to Reno. Whenever the thought came, he pushed it away.

  Sufficient unto each day the troubles thereof.

  The old advice echoed in the silence of Reno’s mind. He had no argument with it. He had enough troubles for this or any other day.

  By now, word of the presence of a man and a woman riding along the edges of the stone maze would have gone out along the mysterious, efficient grapevine that existed throughout the West wherever strangers met at a water hole or crossroads, or shared a cup of coffee over a tiny campfire.

  Hope Rafe hasn’t forgotten all the old signs we used to leave each other when we hunted as boys.

  And I hope Wolfe hears I’m out here with a woman looking for gold. He knows the country. He’ll know I need a good man at my back if I find the mine.

  Damn Slater and his hawk-eyed half-breed tracker. Anybody else would have given up a week ago.

  By the end of the following day, Reno and Eve were camped at the base of a red sandstone formation that rose against the sky like a sail hewn from a single piece of stone. High up on the side of the cliff, rock had weathered away more quickly than in other parts of the formation. The result was a window set like a gem in the solid rock wall. A shaft of light from the setting sun speared through the openi
ng, gliding everything it touched with deepest gold.

  Yet even more astonishing than a window in stone was the muted murmur of fresh water nearby. They had climbed out of the stone maze and were riding once more through a landscape where mountains were close enough to make out individual peaks. The camp they made was between a series of sunny river bends.

  Reno had been right about Eve’s reaction to water after having ridden through a rock desert. The first time she saw a trickle of water twisting through the center of an arid valley, she talked excitedly about riding next to a “river” again. Reno had teased her about it, but he hadn’t objected when she asked to camp at the point where the small stream spread out into a series of sunwarmed pools bordered by whispering cottonwood trees.

  At sunset and dawn, the land looked like an illustration for a mythic tale from a book men had forgotten how to read. It made Eve wonder if she had stumbled into an enchanted land where time stood still.

  “It looks like it’s been here forever,” Eve said.

  Reno followed her glance to the golden window time had carved from stone.

  “Nothing lasts forever,” he said. “Not even rock.”

  Eve looked at Reno, then back to the sail of stone rising improbably against the endless sky.

  “It looks like it does,” she said softly.

  “Looks don’t count for much. That window gets a bit bigger each day as grain after grain of the sandstone is chiseled out by the wind,” Reno said.

  Eve listened, and sensed what lay beneath the words, change coming whether it was wanted or not.

  “Someday that little window could be a full-blown arch,” Reno said. “Then the arch will get worn thin over time until it collapses, leaving a notch behind in the rock wall. Then the notch will be cut deeper and wider by wind and rain, until finally nothing is left but red rubble and blue sky.”

  Eve shivered again. “I can’t imagine this land worn down like that.”

  “That’s where the sandstone came from in the first place,” Reno said, looking at the soaring red wall. “Mountains that were worn down a grain at a time and piled by the wind into ancient dunes or washed down to seas so old even God has forgotten them.”