He grazed her nipple gently with his teeth and gave a hoarse cry as she began to move her hips faster and faster. She would have withdrawn her breast so that she could sit up, but Reeve would not allow that. Stubbornly, he held her with his mouth even as he drove her mad with his heat and his length.

Release was upon her in a moment of fiery fever that left her shuddering. She sagged against Reeve as he continued to suck her, his powerful body quivering ferociously as he, too, was satisfied.

When she had the strength to rise, Maggie levered herself upward with her hands. Reeve’s fingers immediately found her breasts, kneading the soft, warm flesh there, plucking at the pebble-hard peaks.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” she scolded good-naturedly, removing herself from Reeve and from the bed before he could have her again.

That mischievous light was shining in his eyes, and Maggie blushed from her toes to her hairline as she felt his gaze sweep over her, telling her without words that he knew he could have her at any time and under virtually any circumstances.

“You think you’re so smart,” Maggie threw out just as if he’d teased her aloud. “Well, we’ll see how you react to a thorough bath, Mr. Reeve McKenna.”

He grinned, and Maggie stomped into the bathroom and ran water for a bath of her own. When she’d finished, she put on a long wrapper of soft rose-colored flannel and brushed her hair. Then, with a joyful sort of spite, she filled a basin with warm water and carried it, with a sponge and soap, to the bedside table.

Reeve watched her impassively as she tossed back the comforter and sheet to reveal his nakedness.

“Can’t have the doctor knowing what you’ve been up to,” Maggie said cheerfully as she soaped the sponge.

He grinned, and the sight filled Maggie with happiness, even though she was still pretending to be outraged. Deliberately, she began washing his abdomen and inner thighs, and, to her delighted amusement, his manhood swelled to a splendid length, wanting a bath of its own.

Maggie bathed every part of Reeve, except for his back, before deigning to wash the straining evidence of his passion. That she did at her exquisite leisure, delighting in the way Reeve’s eyes rolled closed as he gave himself up to the sweet agony she was causing him.

She was quite unprepared for the strength in his arms when he suddenly caught her around the waist and propelled her toward him. She landed with her knees pressing into his pillow, one on either side of his head, and shivered when she realized what vengeance he was going to take. Maggie felt her wrapper being nuzzled aside and grasped the headboard of the bed in both hands to anchor herself.

“Reeve,” she pleaded, “don’t—”