Alright kids! Here's the chappie you've been begging for. A little smut never killed nobody. Hahaha!

Chapter 14

It started with a punishing kiss. His lips crashed roughly onto hers stealing Mac's breath as the hands at her hips rose up to cup her face and lessen the chances of her pulling away.

It ended with an unexpected slap across his cheek that took them both by surprise. Mac stared blankly at him, her eyes wide and a little shocked by her own actions. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Why would you do that?"

"I don't know. Damnit, Harm…I don't…I'm fighting too." And maybe she'd lost her mind because when they kissed again, it was Mac who initiated the encounter. She may have fought or at least, she tried to until Harm's silky tongue caressed the seam of her lips that fluttered open to grant him access.

Few things came easy between them and complications would abound. The overreaching power that worked to keep them apart threw every trap possible for the would-be lovers even as they tried to consummate the inevitable.

Mac's foot caught on something that suddenly shifted on deck; a rope that had unwound and slithered across like a snake. Her body teetered and fell into Harm who stumbled with her. Between heated kisses and a misstep or two, keeping her body flush against his was almost impossible.

Somehow he avoided the same stupid rope, nimble feet guiding them to the entrance hatch while her hands pressed against the wall of his chest. Even through wet clothing she felt the heat of his body and craved to feel his heavy weight against her.

They waltzed towards the entrance, Harm's large hand covered the back of Mac's head that nearly careened into the opening above. Forgetting his own height meant a hard hit on the same spot he tried to avoid as Harm's forehead banged into said hatch with a loud thud. "Oww."

"You okay?"

"Fine." There were muffled curses, a gentle giggle and after reaching up to make sure he wasn't bleeding, his lips met hers again. He missed a step on the way down and the air was briefly sucked out of her lungs when his arms suddenly let go to brace himself causing Mac's to lose balance and hit a wall.

She saw stars for a moment and after a few painful breaths, bit back the pain and glanced up to see Harm leaning against the opposite wall. It felt like running a gauntlet and Mac laughed at the absurdity of it all. "Mac?"

"Come to me." Her arms opened and the determination to leave no space between them helped overcome whatever discomfort they felt.

Things fell and crashed around them, the narrowboat shifted and groaned against its restraints. Funny how different his kisses felt when there was nothing standing in their way. Each embrace was demanding, loving and so incredibly sexy that it left Mac breathless.

They almost took another tumble that Harm prevented when he grabbed Mac's six, raised her up and walked them to the dining area. He sat her down on the table top and movement sent the salt and pepper shakers rolling to the ground.

"This isn't how I thought it would be." He admitted between fits of laughter.

"Me neither." She was laughing too. There was barely any surface on the way in they hadn't banged into or nearly destroyed. It was a miracle the boat hadn't sunk. Mac reached up so that her fingers gingerly traced the two scratches and the bump on his forehead. She thanked God he wasn't bleeding. "Your head."

"Your back."

"I'm fine…" She hissed when he pressed a tender spot and closed her eyes as his hand slipped beneath her shirt. His fingers moved up and down her spine with gentle pressure making her shiver from his touch. "Mmmm."

"You're not fine." Harm brought his hands to her hips, splaying his fingers so that they dipped beneath the waist of Mac's jeans. "We can stop."

"No!" She said, forcefully and the tone of her voice took them both by surprise. Mac sighed, stopping meant going backwards and never getting this moment back. Stopping meant losing him for good and she hadn't the strength to do that. "I don't want to stop."

Harm tilted his head slightly as her eyes fluttered open to meet hi]s. "What do you want?"

"You…I want you so bad."

"Thank God." Harm's mouth claimed hers in a kiss that rivaled all others. It was all consuming, fierce and a little punishing. When his lips left hers they proceeded to follow a path down her neck to Mac's collar bone to the hollow of her throat. She dipped her head back to give him better access and moaned when his tongue swept across the surgical scar and dipped a little lower.

"I want you too. I've wanted you for a long, long time, Sarah."

Damn.

It wasn't the first time he'd said her given name but it may as well have been. Harm's voice was husky, gravely and the intensity he used to say the word made her wet center impossibly drenched. It didn't help that she felt his trapped erection pressing against her thigh or that his heart raced as fast as hers.

When he pulled back slightly, the eyes that once held hers descended slowly to her chest, still covered by the shirt Mac wore. It was the asking in his expression, the desire and need that had her pulling off the wet cloth. Her bra came next and as it fell away, she leaned back and dared him to look.

The sharp intake of breath was instant and every fantasy Harm ever had of this woman felt terribly inadequate. Erect cinnamon nipples, perfectly round breasts that were more than a handful. It was a delight to stare at, a feast for his eyes and then his mouth that lowered over one perfect globe.

"Harm…" She breathed out his name when he teased her with his tongue and then sucked to make her nipple stand at attention. Damn if she didn't taste sweet and when Mac threaded her fingers through the silky strands of his hair, he imagined her doing the same when his mouth drank of the juices between her thighs.

He wanted that now, to bury his head between the juncture of her legs, tease the delicate flesh of her center until she writhed and came on his tongue. Excitedly, his rough hands made fast work of her jeans with Mac raising up to help him pull off the heavy cloth, along with her panties, in just three tries.

God, he wanted to taste her so bad but when Harm parted her thighs and lowered himself, Mac stopped him. "No. No foreplay. Not now…I just…I want you inside me."

She took one of his hands and guided him to her mound so that Harm could feel how wet she was. Her moist heat coated the tip of his finger and he bit back a groan when her thighs tightened around his hand. "Damn, Mac."

He wasn't expecting her to be this hot, this responsive. The women of his past had needed the foreplay, the teasing and endless pampering before sex. Mac was wet enough, eager enough that he could effortlessly slide into her with minimal resistance. His length twitched and swelled with anticipation but he was determined to make her come first.

Mac may have denied him tasting her sweet nectar but when one finger penetrated her, she was lost. "Oh!"

He slowly slid in and out, curling the tip when Mac moaned and writhed against the palm of his hand. An intense pressure began to build within her and it wasn't long until Harm felt her inner muscles clench, milking his finger as her orgasm came. "Come for me, Sarah…Please, come for me."

His thumb pressed against her clit and Mac's hands grasped his shoulders, short fingernails digging into his flesh. It was embarrassing how quickly she came not once but twice and may have come once more she hadn't pleaded for him to stop, to let her catch her breath.

Her disappointment was evident when his digit slid out of her, a sad sigh that slipped from her lips. She took a breath and let her hands fall away from him to clutch the edge of the table. When her eyes were able to focus again, Mac caught a glimpse of a different Flyboy grin - one he only used for her. It was smug and full of pride and self appreciation. "You enjoyed that."

"Immensely." Harm admitted. His ego had been boosted just now to an immeasurable height. "You're incredible." He bit back his own groan when Mac took his hand and licked the finger that was inside her a moment ago. "Mac-"

"I said that I wanted you inside me…Don't keep me waiting." She pulled him closer and reached for his belt buckle, releasing the clasp and letting it drop open. Her hand cupped his bulging erection as she felt the strain through the fabric of his jeans. Harm needed release, just a gentle touch made him quiver with anticipation.

"Oh, Mac. I've wanted this forever."

With shaking fingers, he pulled down the tab of his zipper, the metallic groan taking her arousal to new heights.

There was no coming back from this, no way to stop. He was painfully swollen and the ache to join their bodies overrode that stupid voice that told Harm to cease before their runaway train derailed. For once he clamped down his wayward thoughts and reached for the one woman that would save his soul.

This wouldn't be slow or tender or loving, he knew. Their first coupling would be hot and fast and passionate and by the way Mac eagerly pushed down his jeans, Harm realized she needed to put an end to this dance just as badly as he did.

His impressive erection sprung to life. Big, thick and so much more than Mac could have imagined. She sighed when his moist tip barely grazed her, seeking entrance to her warm, silky depths. "Yes. Harm. Yes."

Her hand dropped between them and he glanced down when deft fingers touched his swollen member. Mac needed this, the tactile sensation of each wonderful inch of his cock disappearing within her. "I love you, Harm…I love you so much."

"Oh, Mac." His hips pushed forward and the last barrier between them was broken. Harm held still for a moment too overwhelmed by a moment he thought would never come. She felt good, so damned good - his sweet sin that trembled when he pulled out and pushed into her again.

Every unspoken truth wordlessly passed between them with each breath and every sigh. Every touch was a brand across their skin. Every kiss sealed their passion. This was it, Harm knew - the one reason why being with Mac would be his condemnation: no other woman could feel this good in his arms. No other woman held his heart in the palm of her hand. Mac was it and for once their dance would have come to an end.

He'd happily sell his soul to keep her.

Their rhythm multiplied and he pushed deeper when Mac leaned back. Her hands at either side of her body helped counter each of his movements that could be described as 'frenetic.' As the sounds of love and passion vibrated between them Mac never imagined a man's heavy breaths would sound so sensual.

He was holding back, she could tell by the way his face tightened and the push and pull eased to slow, deep strokes. Harm's eyes held hers watching each expression that washed across her face. She was so beautiful then with beads of sweat forming on her forehead and eyes alive with desire.

His lips met hers in a sweet searing kiss and then he felt a familiar tension, a warmth of pressure. Mac's legs wrapped around his waist helping her push against him as his legs began to shake. Her body tingled in anticipation and when he reached between them and his finger pressed against her clit, the pressure began to release.

"Come inside me." She begged as the last vestige of his control broke like a dam. He thrusted deep and hard, groaning when the throbbing feeling of his cock brought forth her own orgasm.

Her sweet release was frenzied and when Mac rose up and clutched his shoulders, she felt the shooting warmth of his seed. Even as he came, Harm thrusted into her with his arms wrapped around her body and his length deep inside. He emptied himself into her and then the edges of his vision began to darken until he could move no more.

The only reason Harm didn't collapse was because Mac held him up. Her arms and legs were wrapped around his torso and as he leaned back, she relinquished her hold. Her skin was delightfully flushed and her hair stuck to her forehead. Droplets of sweat covered her skin and he longed to lick every last inch of her sexy body.

Their eyes met hesitantly, each one of them afraid that their love making might be seen as a mistake. Instead a burst of laughter cracked to life between them and any heaviness dissipated like a flash of lightning.

"Damn, Mac." Harm's finger brushed at Mac's damp hair and tucked a few wayward strands behind her ear as he cupped her face and leaned in for a kiss.

He left her breathless or maybe it was her that stole the air from his lungs. Nevertheless, Harm couldn't help but marvel at how good this was and how good they were. "No awkward stuff, huh?"

She shook her head, "Nope. I never imagined there would be." Her arms circled his waist and for once Mac felt the peace that had been missing from her life. "This wasn't how I expected our first time to be."

"Disappointed?" He joked as he kissed the corners of her mouth.

"No, not at all."

Harm sighed. "I figured it would start with dinner and dancing." He chuckled at how right he'd been, only he hadn't sat with her for dinner and neither of them had done any of the dancing. He still wasn't sure how either of them escaped the bar fight. "I'd then ask you to come up for coffee…convince you to stay the night…Lots of kissing…Kinda figured our first time would be on my bed back in DC."

His fantasies about her were lengthy and well cataloged in his mind. He would constantly imagine her nude body against his chest and the heavenly sent Mac would leave on his sheets. "My bed or my sofa…or my desk." He grinned sheepishly when Mac chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Any sturdy surface, honestly."

"Not your dining table?"

Harm shook his head. "Oh no, that was made of glass, remember?" She nodded and they both cringed at the thought of it breaking from their combined weight. "But mostly my bed, laying on my red sheets….you look good in red."

His lips met hers again and then traced kisses to Mac's shoulder where he stopped to lick a tender spot that made her shiver. She was so sweet, so responsive and when he wrapped his arms around her, Harm could feel Mac's lips on his neck. They teased his skin as she spoke and he began to feel his length twitching in anticipation.

"I thought…I dreamt of it a thousand times…" Mac sighed as she admitted a fantasy that recurred each time he stepped foot into her home. "All of those nights you'd come over to work on a case…One right touch or one right look. My sofa seemed suitable enough; my bed, of course and…"

God he was growing harder thinking of it, of her moving above him as they made love on her sofa. Mac above and him below. "And…"

"Your shower."

Harm leaned back to stare at her. His shower was one of the last places he'd consider. "Mine, not yours?"

"I barely fit in my tub. You and I would flood the place. But yeah, your shower…there's something about the open concept, those glass blocks…no door."

He swallowed hard as thoughts of hot showers and tiny blue towels filled his mind. "I had a fantasy or a hallucination of you in that shower. God, it felt so real…I wanted it to be real."

Renee had been right to call Mac his 'dream girl.' He'd never admit the nights of passion when it was Mac that he saw and not the other woman beneath him. He'd never admit that there was a pillow he held onto and pretended it was Mac. "You're incredible you know?"

"You're not so bad yourself." She kissed him slow and deep, stopping only to motion towards the bathroom. "Think we both fit in the shower?"

"Nope but we wrecked everything else…it'll be fun to try." Harm's flyboy grin turned on to full wattage and with a yelp, he plucked Mac off the table, nearly falling over the jeans still wrapped around his ankles.