He nudged her hair aside and delivered a series of kisses to her neck as his erection pressed against her back.

“Someone is feeling better.”

“Much better.”

“I’m so glad. I don’t like it when you’re sick. It’s scary.”

“Sorry you were scared, babe.”

Sam dried her hands and turned to face him, taking in the scruff on his jaw, the paler-than-usual face and the hazel eyes that burned with desire for her. “Nice to have you back.”

He bent his head to kiss her softly. “I’m still feeling a little achy in some places. I could use some TLC from my wife tonight.”

She laughed at his blatant come-on. “Your wife has been afraid to go near you for fear of contracting the plague.”

“I’m no longer communicable.” Raising his hands to her face, he kissed her more insistently as his erection pressed against her.

All he had to do was look at her and she wanted him, but when he kissed her and touched her this way, she was lost to him every time. But he’d been so sick only yesterday, and her better judgment took over. “Not yet.”

“Hmm?” His lips moved softly over her neck, feeding the fire.

It took all the willpower Sam could muster to gently push on his chest.

“What?” he asked, sounding perplexed because she hardly ever pushed him away, and it was the last thing she wanted to do now.

“You were so sick only yesterday.”

“I’m fine now.”

“No, you’re not.”

He rubbed his erection against her, his fingers digging into her hips as he tugged her into his embrace. “I’m fine, Samantha.”

She shook her head. “No.”

“You’re not seriously saying no to me.”

“First time for everything, my love.”

“No way. I can change your mind.”

“I have no doubt you could, but you’re not going to. One more day won’t kill you.”

“It just might, and think about how bad you’ll feel if it does.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Shameless manipulation will get you nowhere tonight.”

His low growl made her laugh.

“I’ve spoiled you rotten in our first year of marriage,” she said, “and now you’re downright unmanageable.”

He took her hand and pressed it against his cock. “I’m very manageable. Give me what I want, and you’ll see just how manageable I can be.”

She leaned in close to him, so close that her lips nearly touched his. “Not. Happening.”

“This is cruel and unusual punishment.”

“No, this is me being a good wife and making sure you’re totally healed before I ravage you.”

He scowled. “You can’t say no in one breath and then talk about ravaging me in the next. Not fair.”

“It’ll give you something to look forward to tomorrow. And PS, pouting is not an attractive quality for a vice president.”