Reeve swore, propelled to her by some force he could no longer resist. His hands brushed the length of her thighs, parting them, setting them a-quiver. His jawline was hard with a helpless anger, and his fingers gently caressed the down at the joining of her legs.

Maggie moaned and tossed her head from side to side, already senseless with the pleasure he wrought.

Kneeling beside her on the bed now, Reeve continued his rhythmic plundering even as he bent his head to touch the peak of her breast with his tongue. She arched convulsively, making a soft whimpering sound in her throat.

“Oh, this is just the beginning, Yank,” Reeve promised with gruff devoutness, his breath warm on the skin of her breast. “Just the beginning. I’ll teach you to tempt me.”

With that he took Maggie’s swollen nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and the gentle scraping of his teeth. And still he caressed the rosebud that bloomed beneath his fingers, first softly, then with a roughness that made Maggie thrust her legs farther and farther apart.

“You’re a hardheaded little wench,” Reeve said between tonguings of her breast, “but you’ll have learned your lesson by the time I’m through with you.”

Maggie’s hands tangled in Reeve’s hair, and she shivered as his mouth coursed downward over her stomach slowly, so slowly. But his greed was sudden and startling and Maggie cried out with pleasure as his fingers left her totally vulnerable to the attentions of his mouth.

“Lesson—number—one,” he breathed between furtive nibbles that set Maggie’s hips twisting and dragged a crooning whine from her throat. No matter how she moved, she could not escape the sweet torment he induced.

Something erupted within Maggie like a volcano, and her response was so lusty that Reeve clamped one hand over her mouth to stifle her cries of release. Shivering and sated, she expected him to leave her, but he didn’t. Soon another tumult was building inside her, terrifying heat and motion.

Three times he drove her to shattering explosion, and she was exhausted when he finally left her, but the respite was brief. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, and then he turned onto his back and pulled Maggie after him, sliding her upward until he had ready access to her breasts.

As he sucked, Maggie writhed against him in involuntary pleasure, never knowing how she was sealing her fate.

She was wild with need and with a desire to repay him, and that gave her the strength to break free, to slide down until she was kneeling on the floor. Instinctively, Maggie guessed what the most effective vengeance would be, and the cry Reeve gave, the tangling of his fingers in her hair, proved that she’d been right.