Apparently, McG has been waiting for his turn because this was supposed to be a short little two-shot, but it's looking more like it's going to be a very long two-shot that could potentially go longer...don't believe me? Check the word count.

Also, if you read this at work, or in front of your kids/parents/barista be prepared to feel the heat rise in your cheeks.

What started out as a "cute" idea quickly escalated into a very dirty romp with sweat tangled sheets and several more hours until daylight...

Come a little closer, baby
I feel like lettin' go
Of everything that stands between us
And the love we used to know
I wanna touch you like a cleansing rain
Let it wash all the hurt away
So come a little closer baby
I feel like lettin' go If there's still a chance
Then take my hand
And we'll steal away
Off into the night
'till we make things right
The suns gonna rise on a better day

Come A Little Closer Baby - Dierks Bentley

Joseph McGuire loved women. And he never really considered himself to have a type, but when he walked into the bar and saw Top and Jaz talking to a stunning brunette with legs for days, he couldn't help giving her the once over.

She had a shimmering silky red top that looked sinful even though it covered up every inch of skin and a tight black skirt that skimmed the top of her knees but hugged every curve like it had been sewn in place, and those hot as fuck stilettos with the flash of red on the soles.

She was captivating.

She had long dark hair and ruby red lips that curved in a way that made him think really dirty thoughts. Like how they would look wrapped around his...

"McGuire. Earth to McGuire." Dalton said as he called him over.

He actually had to shake that thought from his mind before he walked over to join them. There was no way he would be able to speak in her presence if he was thinking about her lips anywhere on his body.

"Get it together McG," He said to himself as he walked over to the bar.

"Hannah Rivera, this is Joseph McGuire."

"McG." He said as he took her hand in his and smiled.

Her eyes focused in on him as she smiled back and said, "Your reputation proceeds you."

Well, that's just fucking great, he thought. Does everyone have to know what he does with his spare time?

He hadn't realized he'd said that out loud until she giggled and whispered, "Kind of hard to miss when I spend most of my days listening in on your conversations."

He laughed at her comment, certain that she'd heard plenty of stories since she joined their team earlier this year.

When Patricia and Noah arrived, the group sat down for dinner and Hannah wound up on the other end of the table as Amir and Preach hadn't gotten to speak to her yet. She wasn't close enough for him to talk to her, but it did give him time to watch her without seeming like a total creep.

Hannah was happy to see Dalton and Jaz sitting in the bar by themselves when she arrived. She'd been nervous about being the first one there or having to introduce herself to the rest of the team without any sort of buffer. She'd found it strange that she knew exactly what each of them looked like, but they had mostly just heard her voice over comms or caught a glimpse of her in the background on video calls.

She also struggled with personal relationships outside of work because inevitably people would notice her scars. She still hadn't been comfortable with anyone really seeing them. At least not anyone outside the medical profession.

And now Jaz.

Dalton was aware of how she came to join the team, and that she had been in the field before she moved to the DIA. He also knew that she'd left field work after she'd been carved up and left for dead on the side of the road by Martin Urzua's men. He'd seen the images; she knew that he had.

But, she also knew he would never share that information with another soul. He hadn't even told Jaz, so she was certain that McG would have no idea either.

When she glanced towards the other end of the table, she caught his eye, and he gave her a crooked smile she was certain could drop panties from three counties away.

The man was lethal.

And it had nothing to do with the fact that she hadn't so much as looked at a man in the 18 months since that night when her life changed forever.

She knew she needed to just rip off the band-aid. If she didn't get it over with one of these days, she would find herself alone and untouched twenty years from now, because there was always an excuse not to let anyone get close.

They'd be repulsed by her scars; they'd ask too many questions, or worse, they'd treat her like she was a fragile little doll.

When she looked back at him, he was watching her with interest. She decided that she was going to see how this played out. He was a medic, so certainly some scars wouldn't be that shocking. If he asked the questions, for once, she wouldn't have to come up with some unbelievable lie because he was well aware of the brutality a guy like Urzua wielded and how her job would put her in his path in the first place.

But, most of all, he seemed like the kind of guy who knew how to handle a woman.

So, she picked up her glass of wine and pressed it to her lips as she watched him over the rim. She didn't know if she had the guts to see this through, but if Joseph McGuire was game, she was going to put an end to this hiatus once and for all.

McG could feel his heart stuttering in his chest as he watched her fingers play over the rim of her glass. What he wouldn't give to have those fingers on his skin.

He could sense that she wasn't as confident in herself as a woman that looked like her should be, and he was dying to find out why. He'd be lying if he said it didn't piss him off that some asshole was probably responsible for the little hint of doubt that reflected in her eyes when he made eye contact with her.

He'd watched her all through dinner and recognized the easy manner in which she interacted with Patricia, Noah, Dalton, and Jaz. She was comfortable with them.

When she spoke to Amir and Preach who were seated between him and the woman that held his attention, he noticed she was continuously pulling on the collar of her blouse.

There was a red bow that laid against her neck that looked as soft as butter, yet her fingers brushed over it like it was sandpaper against her skin. He wanted to run his fingers over it, pull it loose to lave the skin beneath it, making her forget any discomfort she might have felt.

God he was never going to make it through this dinner.

After the group finished their dinners and a round of coffee, they'd decided to head back to the hotel bar for a little more casual conversation. It was rare for the team to be together, so they were all eager to learn more about their counterparts.

Patricia had been the first to leave. She'd been chatting with McG and Hannah when he'd ordered a round of tequila for the group.

"That's my cue to exit," Patricia had stated as she handed her shot to McG. "I'm sure you'll take care of this for me."

"Gladly." He said as he swallowed it down.

"What about you? You're not going to make me drink alone are you?" He asked as he let his fingers skim over her knuckles when he placed the shot in her hand.

"I'll even hold the lime for you." He said with a cheeky grin.

"No lime. Just tequila," she said as she downed the shot.

"My kind of woman." He said as he watched her tongue glide over her pretty lips.

He'd lost track of Amir and Noah as soon as Hannah had taken up the seat beside him when he'd been talking to Patricia. Dalton, he was sure was in some quiet corner observing, and hopefully, Jaz was with him, because the alternative was the little ninja popping up beside them and ruining the moment he was sure they were having.

When he saw Jaz make a run for the elevator, he smiled. Dalton was surely not going to be far behind her.

"They're good together aren't they?" She asked as she had clearly observed the pair same as he had.

"Who? Jaz and Top?" He asked wanting to talk about anything but his CO and the woman that he'd come to love like a long lost sister.

He'd sensed her nerves creeping to the surface though, so he followed her lead.

"Yeah. Never thought I'd see the day. Top might be the fly by the seat of his pants kind of guy when he's on a mission, but he's not exactly big on breaking rules. His or anyone else's. But, Preach, and I have been watching them orbit around each other for three years. She was the sun that just kept pulling him in until he was powerless to stop it."

"It was kind of like watching two cars careening towards each other on a satellite feed. They were miles apart, but we could see it coming, they had no clue until there was glass exploding in every direction and it was far too late to stop it." He said as he acted out the two cars colliding before her earning him a smile and a little hint of a giggle.

He could work with that.

"I guess for some people it's like gravity." She said as she looked off towards the street lights in the distance.

"You know, some man is going to look at you that way one of these days. You are far too beautiful to go unnoticed." He said as he grazed a finger under her chin and brought her eyes back to his.

Her eyes fell back to the bar again as he watched something shutter the fire in her eyes. He hated that look. He hated even more that he might be responsible breaking the spell.

"Hey, I'm not trying to feed you a line. You're a knockout. You must know that." He said as he leaned towards her making sure she had to look at him.

"Walk me out?" She said as she stood.

He was taken aback, the air around them had changed just like that, but he would walk her to her car and make sure she was safely tucked inside before he walked back to his room and thought over what had changed.

The parking garage was on the lower level, so he started to press the down button, but her hand blocked him as she hit the up button instead.

If she was comfortable leading the way, he was more than happy to follow.

He held the door as she walked into the elevator before stepping in behind her and pressing the button for the eighth floor. When he leaned back against the wall beside the panel, he watched her as she let her fingers reach forward and spread out across his chest.

She was tentative, and timid which was so far from what he'd expected from a woman who could have any man falling all over himself to call her his own. She was sweet and sexy, and she had a body that was meant to be worshipped for days.

When he'd leaned towards her and reached out to touch her skin she'd flinched. It was barely noticeable, but he recognized it all the same.

He couldn't understand how any man could dim the light that should be shining in her eyes, but the more he observed her, the more he thought she'd been hurt. Badly.

She'd definitely been flirting with him throughout the night, but he knew now that he needed to let her dictate how this was going to go. They'd made their way to his door, and with his key in hand, he waited. He was going to give her an easy out if she'd needed it.

"Hannah, I want you to know that we don't have to do anything tonight. I mean, I'd love nothing more than to make you feel good, but if you want to pull back on this, we can just have a drink and talk, or go back down to the bar if you're uncomfortable." He said.

McG was definitely a player, he would never dispute that, but he would never willingly cross lines that a woman didn't want him to cross.

Ever.

When she looked at him, there was a shimmer of sadness in her eyes that stabbed him in the chest, but she took the key from his hand and flashed it in front of the sensor until she heard the lock click. She opened the door and stepped over the threshold waiting for him to close the door.

Once the light from the hallway was locked on the other side of the door, she pushed him against it surprising him as she pressed her lips to his seeking permission.

He'd let her drive the kiss as her fingers wound into his hair and his hands landed safely against her hips.

"God, you have no idea how beautiful you are." He said as his eyes found hers once they'd adjusted to the low light.

When her eyes cast down, he couldn't ignore it anymore.

"I know someone hurt you. I can see it in your eyes, Hannah. I need you to know that you can trust me. I don't want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, so if you want to go back down to the bar at any time, say the word."

"Can I call you Joseph or Joe?" She asked as she looked up at him trying to work out some complex thought he saw flitting through her head.

"Of course." He said as he led her to the edge of the bed and sat down beside her.

"Joseph, you seem like a Joseph to me." She said as she smiled at him. "I'm a little out of practice I suppose."

"How long has it been?" He asked. "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me that."

"No. You seem like a good man. I know you're a good man. And I'm probably going to ruin the moment by telling you what I'm about to tell you, but I'm afraid this is never going to work if I don't explain myself, and god I want this to work." She said as she looked into his eyes silently begging him to listen to her and not high tail it out of the room when she was finished.

"Hey, I'm not going anywhere. We've got all night if you need it, and nothing happens that you don't explicitly ask for. Okay?" He told her as he grabbed a couple of glasses from the table a bottle of water.

She nodded, as her hands fidgeted with the bow that graced her neck again. He felt his stomach clench when she tugged on the end allowing it to flutter away from her skin.

He'd tried to shutter the look of horror in his eyes, but he knew she'd caught it anyway.

"Hannah." He said as his hand brushed her hair over her shoulder.

"Who would do this to you?" He wondered not really expecting an answer.

"Martin Urzua." She said so softly he'd barely heard her.

"The cartel asshole?" He asked as his fingers grazed over the raised flesh in a whisper of contact.

"One and the same."

"If I'd known, we would have made him suffer." He said as he let his thumb linger over her skin.

"He's dead. That's all that matters to me." She said as she straightened her back.

"Yes. He is."

"There's more." She said. " I need you to see it because if I don't show you, I may never be able to do this and before I know it 18 months will turn into 18 years."

He'd barely heard that last part.

"Hannah, show me."

McG loved watching a woman undress for him, but for the first time in his life, his heart was hammering in his chest not with desire, but with rage. There was still desire there, but rage was the thing that was going off the charts in that moment as he watched her hands shake and her lip tremble.

She pulled the hem of her blouse from her skirt and sat trying to work up the courage to reveal something that was so deeply personal. It was a level of exposure he couldn't even fathom.

"Would it make you feel better if I took mine off first?" He asked her as he stilled her hand.

She nodded and watched as he reached back and pulled the henley over his head exposing his ripped abs.

She let her fingers bump over each ridge and laughed, "Yeah, maybe that wasn't the best idea. You're even more perfect than I thought you were with your shirt on."

"Sweet girl, I am far from perfect. I am just a man. But, one thing I can guarantee you is that there isn't a thing you could show me that would change what I think about you."

She smiled, but she didn't believe him.

"I can't even look at the scars. How can I expect anyone else to?" She said as a tear threatened to spill from her lashes.

"Hannah, no man should ever have the power to make you feel anything less than beautiful. If they do, they aren't worthy of you." He said as he gently swiped the tear away.

She nodded and straightened up once more as she steeled herself to reveal her scars to this man. She could do this. He was a medic, and if anyone was equipped to deal with this it was this man, she thought to herself.

McG watched her as she stood from the bed and turned her back to him pulling the knot all the way free from her throat. He'd tried to keep his hands to himself, but when her fingers started to shake again, he couldn't let her stand there by herself wondering what he was thinking.

"May I?" He asked as he let his fingers come to rest over the button that she'd been fumbling over.

When he felt her fingers graze over his and heard the barely audible, "yes," he'd leaned into her and pressed his lips to her neck.

He could feel her pulse hammering away beneath her skin, and he could hear her breath stutter as his fingers slipped the button loose.

"Say the word, and this stops. No matter how far this goes. Okay?" He said.

"Yes."

McG was determined to help Hannah remember how it felt to have a man make her heart flutter for a reason that had nothing to do with fear.

Once the button was free, he let his fingers coast over the silky fabric down her arms until he had her hands in his, "We can do this together, okay?"

"MmHmm." She said as she let him guide her hands under the hem of her blouse to her stomach.

"You with me?" He asked as his fingertips ghosted over her stomach making her gasp.

"Yes."

"Good." He whispered as his lips caressed the raised skin on the side of her neck before his fingers started to brush along her rib cage carrying the flutter of red silk in their wake.

He could feel the panic starting to vibrate off of her when the fabric fluttered to the floor, so he just wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest.

"I won't let anything happen to you. Just let me hold you." He said as he rubbed soothingly over her arms until her breathing started to slow again.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered as she shuddered in his arms.

"Baby girl, there is no reason for you to apologize."

"This isn't what you signed up for."

"First of all, I most certainly did sign up for holding a beautiful woman in my arms, and second there is no blood oath saying that you have to sleep with me. This is whatever you want it to be." He said as he felt her relax into his arms.

She surprised him when she spun around in his arms and kissed him. Her lips were soft and warm against his as she allowed her fingers to travel up to his shoulders and twist through his hair.

This kiss wasn't as hungry as the one she'd given him at the door, but it felt more intimate as he felt her lean into him. He hadn't noticed the red lace bra until it skimmed over his chest, but it made him smile that it had matched her pretty blouse perfectly.

He raised her hand to his chest and held it against his heart so she could feel how hard it was beating, "You're beauty is simply staggering."

She smiled and drew in a deep breath as she guided his hands to her back. She'd expected him to pull back once he felt the scope of her injuries, but to his credit, he didn't falter.

McG had seen all manner of scars, he had a few of his own given his line of work, but even under the cover of darkness, he could feel the deep lines that had been literally carved into her flesh. The scars crossed over each other in nonsensical patterns and bled into hard raised lumps where they bisected each other.

He wanted to curse Urzua, but he knew that wasn't what she needed from him tonight. He also knew that avoiding the scars would only draw more attention to them. So, he decided the best course was straight through.

She shook in his arms as he let his fingers slip gently down her back before he dragged them back up to her shoulders following the dips and curves that had once split open her flesh.

"I'm going to tell you something, and I want you to remember it every time you take your clothes off whether someone is watching or not." He said as he looked into her eyes.

"What?"

"You are so incredibly beautiful." He said as he pressed his lips to hers.

"Joseph?"

"Mmm," he asked as he blazed a trail from her neck out towards her shoulder pushing her bra strap as he went.

"I need you to make me feel beautiful." She said as she plucked the hooks free at her back and let her bra land at his feet.

"It would be my pleasure." He whispered against her ear.

He stole a glance at her eyes she knew to confirm what she was telling him before he sat down on the bed and pulled her over him shoving gently at her skirt so that her knees could rest on either side of his hips.

Once she was settled against him, he grazed his teeth against her neck before he wrapped his arms around her lower back pulling her breasts to his waiting mouth.

"Mmmhmmm," she hummed as he plucked at one pebbled bud with his thumb and forefinger while his lips, teeth, and tongue went to work on the other.

Within a few minutes, he had his hand pressed against her hip holding her firmly against him as she was well on her way to forgetting her own name, let alone the nerves that she'd allowed to stake a claim for the last 18 months.

All manner of wanton noises were floating from her lips, and he was absolutely devouring her like she'd been the only thing on the menu after a hunger strike.

"Fuck you taste good." He mumbled as he moved from one side to the other to lavish her right breast.

When he was certain he'd laved every inch of skin, he traced a path back to her lips, and that's when he really took her breath away.

His eyes practically glowed with desire for her. All this time she'd been hiding away thinking no man could ever see her as anything more than a woman barely laced back together, and she'd almost deprived herself of what this man was showing her.

They were both still mostly dressed, but he was looking at her like he already knew the pleasures they could give each other.

"Hannah, I want to taste all of you." He said as he let his fingers thread through her hair.

She shuddered again, but this time it wasn't a reflex of fear or pain. It was pure desire. He was throwing gasoline on a bonfire, and he knew it.

She nodded, but he didn't move. He'd meant it when he told her she was in control. This was a request, and he was giving her the power to say no if that's what she wanted.

"Yes. Joseph, please." She whispered as she felt his hand skim the side of her skirt looking for the zipper.

When the zipper parted, he stood with her still in his arms setting her carefully to her feet as he slipped his fingers into the sides of her skirt and slipped it over her hips and down her legs. It would have fallen free on its own, but his fingers grazed every inch of skin regardless.

She felt like a match that had been struck several times against the book, her skin was heated and itchy, but she needed one more push for the flames to consume her. That push came as Joseph sat on the edge of the bed and let his fingers slip beneath the garters that laid against her hips.

"So fucking hot." He whispered as he plucked the lacey tether against her skin and pressed his lips to her hip bone as he inhaled the scent of her skin.

Vanilla and honey he thought as he let his tongue drag slowly from one hip bone to the other. He finally let his fingers fall to the tiny clasps flicking them open with ease before he switched to the other side.

once the clasps had been freed, he stood and lifted her effortlessly onto the bed before he crawled towards her. She watched as he carefully raised her left leg just enough to press his lips to her knee as he carefully removed her shoe then repeated the motion on the other side.

Her skin was practically vibrating over her thrumming pulse as his fingers moved in torturously slow circles from her ankle to the top of her stockings and coaxed each one down as he followed the path with his tongue. By the time, he'd gotten her down to the red lace thong she was certain he could bat his eyelashes at her, and she'd come on the spot.

She didn't get a chance to find out because as soon as he moved back up her body, his mouth was devouring the saturated scrap of lace that lay between them.

"Mmmm. Fuck, I'll be with you in an hour." He mumbled as she threaded her fingers through his hair.

The way he was humming against her skin, she didn't think she'd last three minutes.

"Oh. Mmmm. Please." She gasped as she raked her fingernails against his scalp.

"Anything. Tell me what you need."

"More." She hummed as she tried her hardest to shimmy out of her drenched panties.

"I've got you." He said as he dragged the offending garment down her legs and shoved them in his pocket before he rubbed his cheek over her inner thigh forcing it back to the bed and went to work as he held her open and laid his tongue right at her center.

"Can I touch you?" He asked.

She laughed that he would ask to touch her when his mouth was literally full of her at that moment.

"Please."

She was shaking with anticipation as he pulled on her clit with his lips and fucked her right to the edge with his tongue, but he still hadn't touched her. Couldn't he see that she was dying for him to push her over the edge?

"Oh. Oh. Fuck." She cried as he finally slid one finger inside of her.

He stilled and went back to sucking on her clit for a minute before he slowly pulled his finger back and added another. He was moving painfully slowly as he dragged them along the front wall until he found exactly what he was looking for.

He didn't press hard or move quickly; he just rubbed lazy circles along that little bundle of nerves waiting for it to swell under his touch. He knew how to play her, and he wanted her to feel worshipped by the time he was finished with her.

If this was going to be a one-time thing, he wanted it to be the one she measured everyone else against. But as that thought floated through his mind all he could think was, I don't want there to be anyone else.

Where the fuck had that come from.

He tucked all thoughts that didn't center on making this woman come harder than she'd ever come before away as he listened to the cues her body was giving him.

He could feel her legs shaking, and he could hear how wet she'd become, so he started to press a little harder with his fingers as he widened the circle and pulled against her as he sucked her clit into his mouth and laved it with his tongue.

"Ohhhh. Joseph." She moaned as her thighs started to shake against his cheek.

He could feel her start to ripple around his fingers as her release started to close in on her so he pulled back and added a third finger watching closely for any signs of discomfort.

"You still with me?" He asked as he let her adjust around him.

"Mmmm. Y-yes." She said around a gasp.

"Are you ready to come for me?" He asked as he pressed his tongue to her pussy and pulled his fingers hard against the soft little patch that he knew would throw her head first into an explosive orgasm.

"Uhhhh. Y-yes." She cried as she felt his warm breath ghost over her a second before he devoured her.

"Oh fuck. Oh God, so good." She screamed as he played her g-spot like he was the first chair in the world's best symphony orchestra.

She could feel warmth bloom out from her belly as everything drew up tight a second before she felt a guttural groan vibrating from deep in his chest roll over her.

Sweat dripped from his skin as he put everything he had into making her feel something so profound she was certain it would never be duplicated.

The room smelled of sex, and she almost would have been embarrassed by how wet she was if she couldn't hear him humming in pleasure right along with her. It was really hard to be self-conscious with him, and that was the highest compliment she thought she could bestow upon him.

Of course, she forgot all about it as he finally pushed her over the edge.

"Oh, my...Oh...Oh my fucking god. Joseph." She screamed as he sucked her clit into his mouth and hammered her g-spot relentlessly until she felt a hot rush of pleasure pour over her.

"Mmmmm. So fucking good!" He hummed as he slowly tried to bring her down.

When he finally eased back, she opened her eyes only to be graced with a sinful display of sweat-slick muscles wrapped up in a man who was clearly a gifted lover.

"Damn," was all she could say.

"I told you I would make you feel good."

"Joseph, good is an embarrassing understatement." She said as she reached towards him.

"Uh-uh. If you touch me, even a little bit, I'm going to go off like a thirteen year old looking at his first Playboy."

She laughed. So did he.

He still had his pants on as he carefully crawled over her and nestled himself against her as he let out a pained sigh and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he leaned into her and pressed a heated kiss to her lips.

She could taste herself on him, and that was kind of sexy.

When she put her hand against his rib cage, she felt him shiver beneath her touch as his breath caught in his lungs.

"I wasn't even a little kidding when I said I was hanging on by a thread here beautiful." He said as he pressed his denim-clad cock against her thigh.

She could feel the heat radiating off of him, but the thing she couldn't stop focusing on was that Joseph McGuire was a big boy.

She hummed in approval as she pressed her thigh against him a little harder eliciting a moan from deep in his chest.

"Mmmm. You have no idea how much I want you right now, but I can still taste you and I can't stop thinking about how tight you were. If I fuck you right now, it's going to be over quickly, and I want you to feel worshipped when I'm through with you."

She was pretty sure she'd already been worshipped, but she wouldn't complain if he wanted to give her a second showing.

"I want you to feel me here," He said as he pressed his fingers against her. "I want you to remember what I feel like when we're tucked in our own beds."

"Will you remember?" She asked as she felt the power of his desire for her sweep through her.

"Mmmm. I don't think I'm ever going to forget the way my name sounds falling from your pretty mouth as you cum on me."

She knew well before she'd decided to take a chance on Joseph McGuire that he was dangerously sexy. What she'd learned over the course of a few hours was that he had a filthy mouth and he used it with near surgical precision.

She hadn't meant to say any of that out loud, but her sex addled brain had clearly shut down the filter that normally kept her from such embarrassing thought explosions. Of course, as he did with everything he simply rolled with it.

"Wait until you see what I can do with my cock."