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 looked 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.