Harm's parents' house
Bahamas
"Harm, where are we?" Mac asked, looking up at the huge two-story house.
"This is my step-father's place. He got it for my mom when I was sixteen. They come down here every now and then to get away from it all. He said they wouldn't mind us using it for the weekend." He explained as he got their bags from the trunk.
The house was wonderfully built with a wrap-around porch that allowed you to walk out almost any door and see a beautiful view of the ocean. When Harm unlocked the door Mac walked through the foyer and into the living room. It was furnished with expensive leather furniture and an equally expensive glass coffee table.
"Mac, do you want something to eat? Or do you want to get settled first?" Harm asked, setting their bags down and walking towards her.
Mac turned around and said, "I have no idea what to say. This whole evening has been one huge surprise."
"That was the idea." He stated, snagging her around the waist and bringing her close to him.
"You do know me too well. I love this surprise." Mac said, smiling and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"See, what did I say? Now, you never answered my question. Do you want to eat or get settled first?"
"Neither."
"Neither? What do you want to do then?"
Mac said nothing; only pressed her lips to his in a kiss that sent his head spinning and the blood rushing to lower areas. Mac pulled back and asked huskily, "Does that answer your question?"
Speech was beyond his capabilities at the moment, so he simply pulled her in for another heart stopping, blood-sizzling kiss. He pulled back and asked, "Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?"
Mac smiled at his question. Of course he would want to know if she was sure. "Yes, Harm, I'm sure. I've wanted this-you-for so long I can't remember when it started."
Harm kissed her again, but without the urgency, and took her hand. He entwined their fingers together and pulled her towards the bedroom.