Emotional.

We're making love.

Harm on top, me on the bottom and it's so damned good.

I mean, it's always good. Even after months of being together we still manage to want each other like two horny teenagers. It's fun, if not a little frustrating that he can turn me into a puddle (literally) just by stopping by my office with a Snicker's bar, a cup of coffee and that sexy smile.

"Yeah, like that...don't stop." Oh! Tonight though it's….it's… Oh God...It's explosive! The kind of insanely good sex that has me gripping the headboard, screaming his name and begging for more at all once.

I close my eyes and let myself feel how he moves, hear the way he pants from the effort to keep the same rhythm. Tears spill out of my eyes, a warm stream followed by a muffled sob that I can't contain when my arousal hits its tipping point only to build up again.

He slows down...no...no...he stops and I expect him to change positions, Harm also likes me on top but once nothing happens I open one eye and then another to find him hovering over me.

Harm's balancing on his forearms, beads of sweat forming on his brow. He's deep inside of me and my greedy sex wants him moving and she wants him moving now. Instead, he shifts a little and I feel that loss, that emptiness when we are no longer joined. More tears slip out as his hands cup my face. "Sarah? What's wrong?"

His thumb swipes at the moisture on my cheek. His eyes are wide, trying to search for answers in my own. I stare at him blankly. "Umm..Nothing is wrong. Why did you stop?"

"You're crying."

"Oh." My hands come off the head board and I pass my fingers over my face to find the tears there. It happens from time to time, most of which I'm to stop. "It's okay." I chuckle and my lover finds little amusement in my merriment.

"If I hurt you…"

"You didn't." I reach for him, sliding one hand between our bodies to find him only partially erect. Damn, what a loss.

"Mac…" One stroke over his length and he buckles, the weight of his body nearly collapsing completely onto mine. I move up and lick a wayward bead of sweat from his jaw and Harm stops breathing for a moment. "Mac...Oh damn."

I'm stroking him faster now, my fist pumping his shaft with each pull. "Lay back." I command and any argument ceases when his back hits the mattress and my mouth takes his length. There's a sharp intake of breath that turns me oh, a low moan and his eyes roll back.

I love the silky feel of his shaft on my tongue, the sounds of his surrender, the way he grows each time I suck is an aphrodisiac unlike any other. It's enough to get him rock hard, his impressive length standing at attention for me. I want him inside me again, to have him fill me and ease that sense of emptiness.

"Oh Mac…Wait…" It's like he can read my mind because a second later Harm pushes me onto the mattress and kneels between my parted thighs. His fingers stroke me and then I feel the tip of his length at my entrance. He's slow because I'm sure he's too sensitive from my mouth to move too quickly and end it all with a fizzle. "Damn you make me want you all the time."

"Show me." Before long he has me moaning his name again. Long, smooth strokes, the griding of his hips against mine. He places his hands under my six and lifts so that we're higher up on the bed and he's so deep inside I feel him caress every inch of me. My arms come around his neck, his lips fine mine and I come so hard that I pass out. Yeah, he can do that to me too and it's wonderful to wake up from a nap with your body sore and achy and tingling from good love making.

I feel him watching me and when I shift in bed I find he's pulled a bedsheet up to my neck and is laying on his side, head propped up. Harm smiles gently as his other hand curls over the swell of my hip. "You okay?"

"Mmm...better than okay." I stretch and the sheet slips several inches exposing my breasts. His eyes drop down to them and I see his cheeks taint pink before his hand reaches up and covers me again. "You know, I don't mind being naked in front of you."

"I know." He grins at that. "But...we need to talk."

Crap. That sounds serious and I wonder what the hell happened between yesterday afternoon and tonight. All of my walls that he had broken through suddenly shift back into place. I'm scared this will end one day and that when it does I'll be completely messed up for life. That's the reason why I haven't crashed into his arms a zillion times before, the pain of failing would be too much to bear. "Something wrong?"

"You tell me." He cocks a brow and when I don't immediately answer, Harm lets out a breath that's ragged and laced with annoyance. "Why were you crying?"

"Oh...that."

"If I hurt you...Did I hurt you?"

I want to laugh, scream and cry a little more. He's always had this protective streak about him but with me, I want to believe it's so much more. He's always had my back even in times when I wasn't deserving of his care. When I turn on my side and reach out to touch him, Harm takes my hand, raises to his mouth and kisses the palm. "You aren't gonna distract me this time."

Sometimes I really hate being a girl because we have these hormones bottled up like a can of compressed air ready to blow. It annoys me when certain times of the month get me so emotional that a stupid commercial can have me sobbing one moment and hating myself the next.

What pisses me off the most is that I am not soft. And the fact that being with him intimately got the best of me will likely add a notch to his already inflated ego. "I wasn't in pain. You didn't hurt me...it was...just...that good. You are that good. It got me a little...emotional is all."

His eyes widen, the hand holding mine tightens and that dubious expression of his makes me want to kiss him senseless. He's so cute sometimes, like a little boy trying to figure out the puzzle that is me. "Really? That sounds like a load of bullshit."

I sit up and glare. "It's not bullshit!" I might even be offended but then he sits up as well and is looking at me with those sad puppy dog eyes. I sigh, why is he so cute? Why does he have this effect on me? I've done a damn good job shoring up my emotions, as a woman in the military, I had to. And then one fine day I met this aviator turned lawyer that made my tummy do flip flops. "I'm a girl."

Harm grins. "Yes, you are. A very cute one if I may be so bold to say."

I roll my eyes, the man is an incurable flirt. "No...I mean, we have different emotions...I guess it's hormonal."

"But, crying during sex?"

"You feel that good inside me, so much that I get this...it's like…" How do you explain something that leaves you without words? I'm not trying to write a Harlequin novel here or detail a tawdry love scene but…

"Electricity?"

"Yes!"

"It builds and builds until you're warm and about to burst and you feel like every nerve ending is on fire yet you want more."

"Exactly." That build up rolls over me in waves, like tiny little aftershocks that lead to an earthquake. "And yeah, it made me cry. I'm a girl, we cry for silly things sometimes." It actually felt good to cry for some reason - I won't tell him that.

"But, you're okay?"

"I am more than okay." And those butterflies flutter in my tummy again when he looks at me that way. We haven't exchanged 'I love yous' or any other sentiments and I find I don't need the words, not when he makes love to me like he does - with that same intensity as he lives his life - like I'm the only thing that matters to him. "I'm good...great."

Actually, I'm horny like a hormonal teenager that he's turned me into. Maybe I'm a little sex obssessed but with a specimen like him, who can blame me? His eyes darken, that smoky blue grey that they change into when he's thinking about sex. They drop to my chest and the sheet that has once again dropped to expose my breasts. "So if you cry when we're making love, it's a good thing?"

I nod. "It means I'm close to coming or already did. But it doesn't always happen...the crying, I mean."

"Interesting...Can I make you come more than once?" He grabs the sheet pulling it down even farther and my answer comes out as a gasp when his mouth covers one breast.

"Oh...yesss….Can't you tell."

He stops and looks up at me. "Some women fake it."

"Not. With...Oh...you."

His long fingers find my core and I buckle when he slides them inside me. I buckle when they curve up, brush that spot that will undoubtedly make me scream if he continues to stroke with that 'come hither' action. Harm still suckles my breast and then the other, the vibration from him moaning I feel within me and before long I feel the pressure, the warmth...electricity.

I don't cry like I did before but a tear or two slip out and I am laughing in sheer amazement of what he can do to me.

Somehow I wind up on top, positioning his beautiful length to impale myself on him. His hands grab my hips, guiding me over him, he pulls me down so that my lips kiss his. I'm sliding up and down his length and that rush begins again.

"Damn, I think you're gonna make me cry." He says with each squeeze of my inner muscles around him and every roll of my hips. Harm's holding my hips tighter now, his fingers digging into my skin. He's close, I can tell by the way he twitches within me and his wonderful length pulsates.

I grip him tighter and my name is on his lips when I feel a warmth spread inside me. I'm close too, riding him hard so that a minute later I'm convulsing around him. My body isn't my own. It's tired and heavy and Harm is partially inside me when I fall onto his chest.

He's laughing, that rumbling in his chest makes me look up to find him looking down at me. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Something."

He smirks and pulls on the sheet making sure it covers the both of us. Harm's hand strokes my back, his fingers delicately tracing my spine. "Yeah it is something." Harm bites his lower lip, a characteristic I've rarely seen him do. "I ah...I love you and not a friendly kinda love...although I want us to stay friends and be more."

"I want that too."

"You do?"

He seems genuinely shocked and I scoot up to brush my lips over his. "Yeah Harm because I love you too."

"Good." I drop my head back to his chest and sigh happily as his arms wrap around me.