A/N: I know there has been a bit of smut, and yes, this chapter is no different. However, it won't all be smut—I mean, Harm and Mac still have jobs for goodness sake—there will be an actual story. It will be an epic tale of intrigue and mystery! OK, not really. I know nothing of lawyer stuff, Washington, DC locales, or jet stuff, so mainly this will be Harm and Mac getting from screwed up to, well, not so screwed up. So without further ado…

Delicate

Chapter 4: This Ain't for the Best

2311 Local

Mac's Apartment

Georgetown

After the seemingly endless drive, Harm finally turned the Lexus into Mac's parking lot. He remained so hard the entire ride—Mac was sure he had to be in pain. She probably didn't help matters—she spent the ride idly stroking the rock-hard bulge, causing him to alternately squirm and press it into her hand.

He slammed the SUV's gear shift into park and took off his seatbelt. "Ready?" He asked, staring straight ahead. His voice was low and tight.

"Yeah." Oh my yes…for the last eight years.

"Then let's go." He opened the door and swung his legs around. Mac was rather surprised to see him jog around and open the car door for her, taking her hand and helping her step down. Well, maybe the CIA hadn't completely killed his sense of chivalry, she mused.

He took her hand in his and they walked briskly to the main door of her building. As she punched in the code to unlock the door, Harm slid his hand under the back of Mac's blouse, reaching her bra and working his hand around to her full breast. He grazed her erect nipple through the satin and lace of her bra, then licked the back of her neck.

At that Mac dropped her keys that she had pulled out to be at the ready. "Jesus, Harm!" His only response was to pull his hand out from under her blouse and reach around to cup her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as she leaned back into his chest. He wasn't gentle, not by a long shot, but Mac didn't want gentle. She wanted good.

"Mac, unless you want to do this right here, you'd better open that door again."

Mac had been too distracted by his hot breath and warm wet tongue ravishing her ear to get the door open before it locked again. He had her lobe trapped between his teeth, teasing it mercilessly, his large hands still on her breasts as she once again felt his manhood hard against her back. She bent down to retrieve her keys, then quickly entered the security code again. She heard the click as the lock disengaged, then Harm pulled open the door. He ushered her in, and they practically ran to the elevator. Mac impatiently pushed the call button several times, finally slapping her hand on its frame in frustration. Harm gave a low chuckle. "Patience, Marine."

I don't want to be patient, dammit. I want him inside me. Now!

At last the doors split open. As soon as the doors closed behind them, Harm had Mac against the wall, plundering the depths of her mouth with his tongue. She wove her fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of the now longer strands. She had loved his navy haircut, but this made him seem rebellious and just a little dangerous. Well, that, and the feel of his unshaven cheek as it rasped against her smoothness. He worked his way down to her jaw. The elevator doors opened just as she leaned her head back to give him access to her neck, whimpering when he drew away from her.

"You coming?"

Mac realized she was still leaning against the wall, panting. Eyes closed, she willed herself to regain a semblance of composure. She opened them to see Harm's darkened eyes, hooded with desire and need, locked on hers. He held out his hand to her.

Together they quickly walked down the hall to her apartment where her trembling fingers managed to slide the key into the lock. She stepped in a few paces but turned when she realized Harm wasn't behind her. He stood just outside the doorway, watching her. "Harm?" He looked down.

Oh my god, was this just a sick joke? Get her all hot and bothered and leave her humiliated? That sonofabitch! She couldn't believe he could be that cruel. Rage and hurt rose up in her. She was about to slam the door in his face when a strangled whisper caught her. "Mac..."

She read the question in his eyes. Did she really want to do this?

That answer was very simple. She started slowly unbuttoning her blouse, exposing the black satin and lace bra that barely covered her nipples. That's all it took. Harm stepped in the room, shut the door behind him, and slammed the lock home. He made it to her in two strides and crushed her against him. His kisses became more fevered, the little nips more intense. He slid her blouse off her shoulders and made quick work of her bra. Finally (finally!), she was topless before him. Harm's pupils dilated with his arousal. A sharp pang of want shot through her core, and she knew she had never been this wet before. That is, until she felt Harm's callused hands on her bare breasts.

Harm pinched the cinnamon bud of her right breast, rolling it around between his fingers, backing her up until she was against the living room wall. Then, he dipped his head, smiling at her sharp intake of breath when he took her erect nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it and he suckled from it for a brief moment as she buried her fingers in his hair. He gave the nipple one last none-too-gentle-nip, then moved on to her left, repeating each action as Mac moaned and whimpered. Thus encouraged, he began to kiss and lick down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her skirt. He stood then and caught her swollen lips again in a passionate kiss, more intense than any she'd had before. Her legs turned to jelly and the aching at her center increased.

"Harm!" She gasped as he pulled away from her. In a move reminiscent of an evening spent on an admiral's porch, Mac's lips followed his. Her tongue thrust in and she thought she'd drown in her lust for this man. And that's all this was, right? Eight years of sexual tension, anger, and hurt came down to this moment. What they were doing was so wrong but finally she could feel something that didn't want to make her collapse in a fetal position. She would likely regret this in the morning, but right now she didn't give a damn. Harm's lips were on hers, his hands were roaming her body. They traveled down her back to her six, cupping it and pushing her up against his still imprisoned erection.

It was time to remedy that.

Mac's fingers reached his belt. Looking him directly in the eye, she unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled it free. He simply watched her as she unbuttoned his jeans and slowly, tortuously, lowered his zipper. Harm stopped her before she went any further. "My turn."

With that he ran his hand down over her six again, this time pushing her skirt around her waist. His fingers grazed the site of her need. Surely he could feel her wetness through her panties. It must not have been enough, though, because then she felt him push them aside to…ohmygod…

Harm's fingers slid through her slick folds, his thumb searching out and finding her swollen clitoris. Mac bucked against him, then screamed his name as he slid two fingers inside her. "You're so wet, Sarah. So tight. I want to be inside you. I need to be inside you." He continued to thrust his fingers into her, thumb stroking her nub. She writhed against his hand, her hand on his shoulder to support her quivering body. "Tell me you want me inside you. Tell me you want me to make you come. Say it, Sarah. Say it!"

"Yes, Harm. Yes! PLEASE!" She pleaded.

Somewhere in the middle of all that he had managed to remove his pants and step out of his boxers. His impressive cock was finally freed and fully erect. Harm pulled out his fingers and ripped away the thin fabric of her panties. They flitted to the floor as he resumed stroking her wet, throbbing center. Mac thought she might die if he didn't join them together soon.

Harm finally teased her entrance with his cock, pushing the tip just inside. "Please, Harm. I can't take much more. I need you inside me. Please!" she begged, no longer the proud, stoic marine. Now, she was all woman, wanton in her need.

Harm started to speak. The head of his penis moved through her wet folds. "Does. Webb. Do. This. To. You." He punctuated each of his words with a stroke and a kiss.

She should have been furious at is insinuations. She should have pushed him away and kicked him out. Her eyes widened in shock, but as her chocolate brown eyes locked on his intense, almost frightening gaze, all she could do was tell the truth. "No," she whispered.

"Good."

And with that, he lifted her up and plunged himself deep inside her.

End Chapter 4