Only 03 - Only You

a tight velvetpeak in a single rushing instant.
    “I wish it were full sunlight,” he said.
    “Why?”
    Instead of answering, Reno bent and caught the tip of Eve’s breast between his lips, then took her deep into his mouth, pulling on her with hot, shifting pressures.
    She made a throaty sound as her back arched in passionate reflex. His hands slid beneath her, holding her while he fed on the sweet flesh she had offered him. Her breasts were seduced and shaped by his mouth until they were full, flushed, and crowned by nipples that stood up hungrily against the sheer camisole.
    Reno raised his head and looked at the proof of Eve’s desire. The sight did nothing to cool the savage hunger of his body.
    “That’s why I wish it were sunlight,” he said huskily. “I want to see the pink buds swelling on top of your breasts.”
    He laughed softly when he felt the wave of heat climb tangibly up Eve’s body at his words.
    “And the sweet blush that comes when I talk about what I’m doing to you,” Reno said. “I’d like to see that, too.”
    Eve made a sound that was half laughter, half embarrassment. Smiling, he bent down and took between his teeth one of the laces that tied her camisole. With small motions of his head, he tugged until the bow came undone.
    “Take off your clothes, sugar girl.”
    Reno felt the tremor that went through Eve as clearly as she did.
    “I could do it,” he coaxed softly, “but then I’d have to let go of you. I don’t want to do that. You feel too damn good right where you are.”
    He flexed his hands and tightened his arms,deepening the arch of Eve’s back until her nipples just brushed against his mustache. His smile was a lighter shade of night as he watched her shiver and twist restlessly, seeking a deeper caress.
    “Gata,” Reno said thickly. “All supple and graceful. Undress for me. Want me as much as I want you.”
    Eve’s fingers were clumsy as she undid the camisole. But even when wholly unfastened, the cloth didn’t slide free of her body. Damp from his mouth, the cotton clung to the hard nipples Reno had drawn from her breasts.
    Hesitantly Eve peeled the thin fabric from her body. While she did, Reno kissed her breasts, her throat, her lips, taking tiny bites of her in between each nuzzling caress. He shifted just enough to allow her to get free of the camisole, but he never released her completely.
    Soon the camisole lay beside the bedroll like a pale reflection of starlight.
    “Keep going,” Reno whispered. “This time I want you to be completely naked.”
    With shaking fingers, Eve undid her pantalets and pushed them slowly down her legs until she was as Reno wanted her, completely naked. Her skin glowed like the creamy petals of a night-blooming flower.
    “Yes,” Reno whispered. “Like that. You’re beautiful. You should always be as God made you.”
    He drew his mustache across Eve’s breasts as he lowered her back to the warm blankets. She shivered and bit back a cry of pleasure as heat shimmered through her in the wake of his caress. When the tip of his tongue fenced with her taut nipples, she twisted again, harder, wanting more than his teasing.
    Reno gave Eve what she asked for, his mouthboth caressing and demanding, his hand sliding down her body, seeking the sultry, delicate flesh that lay concealed between her legs. When he found her and touched her once, very lightly, she cried out.
    Instantly Reno withdrew, for the memory of making Eve bleed haunted him. He clenched his teeth against the pain of wanting her and not having her.
    “I’m sorry,” Reno said, sitting up. “I never meant to hurt you.”
    “You didn’t.”
    “You cried out.”
    Eve touched his chest with fingers that trembled.
    “Did I?” she asked huskily.
    “Yes. Did I hurt you?”
    “Hurt?” She shivered. “No.”
    The masculine textures of muscle and hair lured Eve. She stroked Reno, liking the feel of him beneath her palm.
    “Lie next to me again,” she whispered. “You make me too dizzy to sit up. Especially when you touch me like you just did. If I cried out, it was because your touch took the world away.”
    Reno’s eyes narrowed against the sudden clenching of desire deep in his loins, a knife turning, bringing pain.
    “You aren’t tender?” Reno asked.
    As he spoke, he touched the thicket of hair that shielded Eve’s hidden warmth. Her breath came in brokenly, soft echo of the tongues of fire licking up at his touch.
    “Sugar girl? Talk to me.