On impulse, she took him full into her hand and caressed him, heard the rumbling groan come from the depths of him to echo in the dark room. Giving Reeve pleasure became, at that moment, the whole reason for Maggie’s existence. She slipped beneath the covers to give him an impish nip with her teeth, and she felt a shiver run the length of his body.

“I—need you—” he said, and the words were like a gruff sob.

Maggie continued to pleasure him, accelerating her efforts as she felt his rigid muscles begin to lose their stonelike quality and come alive again. When she knew he was ready, she moved to sit astraddle of Reeve, slowly taking him inside her.

“Yank,” he pleaded.

Maggie had sheathed him in velvet, and every motion of her hips was exquisite delight for her. “I—love you—” she gasped, lifting his hands to her bare breasts and holding them there, letting him feel the nipples harden against his palms.

Reeve groaned and she sensed his struggle to move beneath her. “Relax,” Maggie whispered, rising and falling upon him gently, glorying in the way he filled her. “Let me do it all.”

Slowly, sweetly, she carried Reeve closer and closer to the sky, still holding his hands to her breasts, her head flung back as she climbed toward her own pinnacle. Just as her body buckled in fierce response to his, she felt Reeve shudder powerfully and then spill his own passion within her.

She sank to his chest, gasping for breath, and buried her face in the warmth of his neck. His hands went tentatively to Maggie’s back, made their way slowly from the curve of her waist to the round plumpness of her bottom.

Maggie slept that way, linked to Reeve, and awakened in the morning to find that he’d hardened within her. Startled, she sat up, and the motion caused her such pleasure that she moaned and rolled her head back.

She heard Reeve chuckle, felt his hands cup her breasts, this time without help. And coupled with the sweet sensations he was arousing in her body was the joyful knowledge that Reeve was truly getting well.

Staring down at him, Maggie saw an impish light in his eyes and a grin on his mouth. Her breasts blossomed against his palms, growing heavy, and, with him still inside her, she bent forward. His hand slid aside and Maggie felt his mouth close over her nipple, taking slow, hungry suckle.

She made a whimpering sound as he swelled to even greater magnificence inside her, and instinct caused her to rotate her hips. Reeve’s groan vibrated through her breast as he continued to draw at it.

“Oh,” Maggie whined as the sweet pressure built within her. “Reeve, Reeve—”