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man downstairs went soft as fresh cow plop when I thrust these in his face.”
    â€œI told you next time I saw you, I’d kill you.”
    Chuckling, she leaned forward, her left hand nudging his pistol up into the deep crease between her breasts. The sheer chemise drew taut against the orbs, revealing their fullness and roundness, each separately defined, the nipples jutting against the fabric. She ran her fingertips along the gun’s barrel, then down along his hand and wrist, tickling him with her nails. “Why don’t you fire?”
    Hawk glared at her, his trigger finger tensing.
    He should shoot her. Her death would be no loss. She was a thief and a killer, her gang having wiped out nearly an entire detachment of an army payroll guard before Hawk had tracked her to Mexico last year. Everywhere she went, she piled up the bodies of men who fell prey to her charms.
    A priestess as dark and cunning as Lorelei, she was more depraved than she was beautiful.
    Hawk swallowed, eased the tension in his trigger finger.
    But there was no denying that she was beautiful . . . and the most alluring, sensuous creature he’d ever known. As much as he wanted to squeeze the Russian’s trigger, something stopped him.
    His heart drummed in his ears.
    He raised the barrel, depressed the hammer, set the revolver on the dresser beside the bed, and grabbed her arms, pulling her to him harshly. He kissed her. She drew back slightly, keeping her forehead pressed to his, stretching her lips back from her teeth, chuckling.
    â€œI knew you couldn’t do it!”
    He brought his right hand up and wrapped his fingers around her neck. He stared into her eyes, the pupils contracting slightly with fear as the color rose in her cheeks.
    He bunched his lips, his own cheeks flushing with anger, but then he loosened his grip and pulled her down toward him. She sucked a breath, closed her lips over her teeth, and, groaning, threw her arms around him, mashing her mouth down on his.
    He reached behind her, took the back of the chemise in his hands, and ripped it with one, passionate thrust. He flung the garment to the floor, rose up on his elbows, and rolled Saradee over onto her back.
    She cried out in ecstasy as he rose up on his hands and thrust himself between her legs. He stopped, stared bemusedly down at her. She moaned and wrapped her ankles around his back, bouncing her butt. “Please . . . please . . .”
    He squeezed her breast with his right hand, leaned down, and closed his mouth over hers, kissing her savagely as he rose up then thrust down once more.
    She convulsed and bucked beneath him, locking her ankles behind his back and sucking his tongue more deeply into her.
    He placed his fists on either side of her head, leaning on his arms and pummeling her with his hips until the bedsprings sounded like a steam engine on a fast downgrade.
    Later, he lay back on his pillow, one hand behind his head. Saradee lay naked beside him, resting her head on his shoulder, combing the auburn hair on his chest with her fingers, her breasts feeling soft and warm against his side.
    â€œYou got no cause to look so sour,” she said, glancing into his pensive green eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I have as much cause to kill you as you, me.”
    â€œHow the hell do you figure that?”
    She curled her lip and gave a couple of his chest hairs a tug. “You used me, you bastard. Pretended to throw in with me and my boys. You stole back the payroll money, foiled our attempt to take the Mexican gold, and . . . hmmm, hmmm, what else? Oh, yes, now I remember . . . you killed off my entire gang !”
    â€œButchers, all. Including you.”
    â€œDon’t be uppity. You’re not exactly an altar boy.” She snugged her cheek against his neck, ran her hand, fingers splayed, across his flat belly, stretching the tips of her fingers below his waist. “You and I could raise hob, if we threw in