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rush, spinning away.
    The small, frightened sound Eve made as she felt herself fainting did what none of her struggles had accomplished. Reno lifted his head and body just enough to allow her to breathe.
    “That’s your second lesson,” Reno said calmly when Eve’s dazed gold eyes focused on him once more.
    “What—what do—you mean?” she gasped.
    “I’m faster than you are. That was your first lesson. I’m stronger than you are. That was your second lesson. And the third lesson…”
    “W-What?”
    Reno smiled oddly, looked at Eve’s trembling lips, and said huskily, “The third lesson was mine to learn.”
    He saw her wide, confused eyes and smiled again.
    This time Eve understood why the smile seemed odd to her. It was much too gentle to belong to a man like Reno Moran.
    “I learned that you taste hotter than whiskey and sweeter than wine,” he said simply.
    Before Eve could say anything, Reno lowered his head once more.
    “This time give it back to me, gata. I like it hot and deep.”
    “What?” Eve asked, wondering if she had lost her mind.
    “Your tongue,” he said against her open mouth. “Take that quick little tongue and rub it over mine.”
    For an instant Eve thought she had heard wrong.
    Reno took her sudden stillness for agreement. He lowered his head and made a husky sound of pleasure as he tasted her once more.
    The sound Eve made was pure surprise at the gliding caress. For the space of a heartbeat she feltlike a pearl being delicately held by a powerful hand. Then she remembered where she was and who Reno was and all the warnings Donna had given her about the nature of men and what they wanted from women.
    Eve jerked her head aside, but not before she had felt the hot, textured surface of his tongue rubbing over her own.
    “No,” Eve said urgently, frightened again.
    But this time it was herself she feared, for a curious weakness had shot through her at the caressing touch of Reno’s tongue.
    Donna Lyon had warned her bond servant about what men wanted from women, but she had never warned Eve that women might want the same thing from men.
    “Why not?” Reno asked calmly. “You liked kissing me.”
    “No.”
    “Like hell, gata . I could feel it.”
    “You’re—you’re a gunfighter and a thief.”
    “You’re half-right. I’ve fought with my gun. But as for being a thief, I’m only taking what is rightfully mine—the pearls, the ring, the journal, and the girl with the golden eyes.”
    “It wasn’t a fair poker game,” Eve said desperately as Reno bent down to her once more.
    “Not my fault. I wasn’t the one dealing.”
    Reno brushed his mouth lazily over Eve’s and listened to the surprised rush of air between her lips.
    “But—” she began.
    “Hush,” Reno said, cutting off Eve’s protest by biting her lower lip gently. “I won you and I’m going to have you.”
    “No. Please, don’t.”
    “Don’t worry.” Slowly Reno released Eve’s lip.“You’ll like it. I’ll see to it.”
    “Let me go,” Eve said urgently.
    “Not a chance. You’re mine until I say otherwise.”
    He smiled and kissed the frantic pulse in her throat.
    “If you’re real nice,” he said in a low voice, “I’ll let you go after a few nights.”
    “Mr. Moran, please, I didn’t mean to lose the bet. It’s just that Mr. Slater was watching too closely.”
    “So was I.”
    Reno lifted his head and lookéd down at Eve curiously.
    “You dealt every card of mine off the bottom of the deck,” he said. “Why?”
    Eve spoke quickly, trying to keep Reno’s attention on anything but the sultry, sexual heat that made his eyes burn like gems.
    “I knew Raleigh King and Jericho Slater,” she said. “I didn’t know you.”
    “So you set me up to be killed while you ran off with the pot.”
    Eve couldn’t help the guilty flush that crept up her cheeks.
    “I didn’t mean it to turn out that way,” she said.
    “But it almost did, and you didn’t do a damn thing to stop