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from me!” He yanked his pistols away from her, laid them back on the table, and began to rub his bruised foot.
    Russia watched him, feeling rather guilty over having accidentally hurt him. “Well, since you didn’t threaten me or nothin’, I’m mucho sorry-o about your foot. That’s a Spanish apology, y’know. Here, lemme help you.” She grabbed his foot and held it to her chest as she massaged it.
    Santiago started to pull it away. But as he began to do just that, he noticed she was holding it cradled between her lush breasts. His blood heated. With a low growl, he reached for her shoulders and pulled her down to him, settling her in his lap.
    Russia found herself face-to-face with him, their noses almost touching. He smelled like leather. Like cold steel and hot sun. Arrested by the bottomless depths of his black eyes, she could find neither the strength nor the inclination to pull her gaze away from them.
    Her legs straddled his hips, her breasts cushioning her against his hard, naked chest. Through the fabric of his breeches, his manhood pushed against her belly. It felt like solid fire, and she was sure that if she looked down, she’d see flames licking at her.
    She felt fear. Desire. Confusion. She was afraid of whatever unknown fulfillment it was her body wanted from him. “Lemme git up.”
    “No.” He had her exactly where he wanted her and wasn’t about to prolong his need any longer. “You’ve yet to show me your worth. Prove it to me now, Russia.”
    He bent to kiss her, softly at first, then harder. He crushed her to him, moaning when her breasts flattened against him. Seeking a response from her, he slipped his tongue between her lips, plunging it into her mouth, then withdrawing it. He knew she would recognize the erotic rhythm and answer it in kind.
    Russia was so overcome by the raw sensuality of his kiss, she remembered nothing at all of what she was supposed to do. She had no idea how many times she’d been kissed, but this kiss…this kiss had a ruthless demand behind it. It burned and melted away the memories of every man she’d ever known. Languid pleasure drifted through every part of her. Giving herself up to the unfamiliar feeling, she let her body go limp, content to allow the experience to go on forever.
    Her total lack of a response puzzled Santiago. She withered in his embrace like a flower too delicate to be touched. Dammit, she was a whore , wasn’t she? So why the hell did she kiss like a virgin? Determined to force a reaction from her, he deepened the kiss even further, and was completely mystified when all she did was make little mewling sounds.
    He pulled away from her, frowning at the luminous expression in her eyes. She looked like a maiden who’d just been kissed for the very first time! Santa Maria , she was even trembling! “Are you a harlot, or an innocent who enjoys playing the part of one?”
    When she didn’t answer, he slipped his hands into the bodice of her gown and freed her breasts. The unveiled sight of them heightened his need for her. God, they were beautiful. So white, so soft. For a girl as slender as she, they were incredibly full. Cupping them, he rotated his palms against them, feeling her nipples stiffen. That was a start, he mused, bending to take one rosy crest into his mouth.
    The pleasure he gave was almost unbearable to Russia. It rolled through her body in deep waves, drowning her in the most delicious sensations she’d ever felt. It sapped her strength, and she felt drugged by the sweet feelings.
    “Russia,” he mumbled, hoping to snap her out of whatever daze she was in. He waited for her to put her arms around him. For her to touch him. For her to do anything.
    Instead, she became weaker, her head falling against her shoulder. “Dammit! What’s the matter with—”
    The remainder of his question died in his throat. He stared unblinking at the ring lying between her moist breasts. He hadn’t noticed it before. He did now.
    The ring.