«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 felt like 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.