Only 03 - Only You

and looked up at him with eyes that reflected sunlight and darkness.
    “Move over, gata . I’d like a nap, too.”
    When Reno stretched out beside Eve, she smiled.
    “You smell like lilacs,” she murmured. “I like it.”
    “You should. It’s your soap.”
    “You shaved,” she said, touching a place on Reno’s neck where he had nicked himself. “I wouldn’t have cut you. Why didn’t you ask me?”
    “I get tired of demanding things from you,” he said simply.
    Eve’s eyes opened and she looked at Reno, hearing all that he wasn’t saying.
    “I like shaving you,” she whispered.
    “What about kissing me? Do you like that, too?”
    The green of Reno’s eyes was hot enough to burn, yet he made no move toward Eve.
    “Yes,” she whispered. “I like that, too.”
    Slowly Reno bent and put his mouth over Eve’s. She made a soft sound of revelation and remembrance in one. The warm, hungry questing of his tongue made her shiver with pleasure. For long, sweet seconds she relearned the velvet rhythms of penetration and retreat, knew once more the textures of his deep kiss, felt again the heat of him spreading through her in wave after wave of pleasure.
    Reno cupped Eve’s face in his hands, letting the warmth of her skin radiate through him in a shimmering rush that was hotter and sweeter each time he felt it. Her warmth, her taste, her soft mouth opening beneath his, set fire to him.
    “ Gata, ” he whispered. “You burn me.”
    Her only answer was a broken cry and a shiver of pleasure as his teeth scored lightly over her neck.
    The passionate cry was a razor fraying the cords of Reno’s restraint. He wanted to strip Eve’s few clothes away and bury himself in the sultry softness he knew waited for him within her body.
    But even more than that, he needed to bring her to the point where she wanted him at least as much as he wanted her. He needed her crying and clawing and demanding that he take her. He needed her to forget all her cold feminine calculations and come to him without restraint, a golden fire burning him to the marrow of his bones.
    Then he would burn her in return, leaving a mark on her that she would never forget. No matter how many men she had known before, she would never take another without remembering what it had been to be Reno’s lover.
    He didn’t ask himself why it should matter that Eve never forget him. He simply accepted it as he had the uncanny currents of the Spanish needles, a mystery that didn’t have to be understood to be used.
    Slowly Reno lowered his mouth over Eve’s once more, letting the rising currents of passion swirl back and forth between them, joining them in a quest that ultimately could have only one end.
    Eve’s fingers slid deeply into Reno’s thick, cool hair, seeking the elemental warmth beneath. Her nails drew lightly over his scalp. The low sound he made was both reward and goad. She flexed her fingers again, and again felt the response that rippled through his muscular body.
    “Such sweet little claws,” Reno said.
    He bit Eve’s lower lip with careful restraint. She made a sound of surprise and pleasure. Smiling, he released her lip so slowly she could feel the tiny serrations of his teeth caressing the smooth, sensitive skin.
    She leaned closer as he withdrew, for she wanted more of the gentle torment. He laughed softly and turned aside, denying her his mouth. When she tried to follow him, he held her face still between his hands. Her lips were parted, glistening with sunlight and desire, trembling lightly.
    “Reno?”
    He made a questioning sound that was rather like a purr of satisfaction.
    “Don’t you want to kiss me?” Eve whispered.
    “Do you want to kiss me?” Reno countered.
    She nodded her head.
    Golden strands slid forward over his hands, caressing him with a cool fire. His suddenly indrawn breath filled his throat.
    “Then do it, gata. Do it now.”
    Eve saw the banked fire in Reno’s eyes, heard it in his low voice, felt it in the tension of his arms. Knowing how much he wanted her kiss made a strange heat coil deeply within her.
    “Do you want to taste me?” she whispered. “Is that how you want it?”
    But Reno couldn’t answer, for Eve had matched her mouth to his. The delicate explorations of her tongue made him groan.
    She lifted her head.
    “More,” he said huskily.
    Eve gave Reno what he asked for, because it was what she wanted, too. The taste of him was familiar, her own mouth and his combined. His