"Get your butt in gear, Colonel. It’s getting late!"

Mac raised an eyebrow as she handed her overnight bag to Harm but he only smiled.

"Late?" she asked. "It’s 0500. You’re lucky you even got me to agree to this God-awful hour!" she grumbled.

"Nag," he teased gently.

Harm hustled her into the front seat of the SUV and shut the door. Around on his side he slid behind the wheel and started the engine.

"We had to leave early to miss the Friday morning traffic on the Beltway," he answered, pulling out of the parking lot.

It was cold and crisp outside with the promise of a warm day ahead as they headed out of DC. But they were headed into the mountains where they could possibly run into snow.

"There’s coffee in the thermos between the seats," Harm offered softly. "Or you can go back to sleep. There’s a blanket in the back seat."

Mac smiled wanly and reached behind her for the proffered item. Harm knew she suffered from insomnia on a regular basis. Tucking the blanket around her, she kicked off her boots and curled her legs under her, nestling in the seat. Harm only smiled as she made herself comfortable. Three hours later it was light but deeply overcast and snowing heavily. They had left the main Interstate to travel on one of the county roads and there hadn’t been even a hint of another car for the past hour.

"Are you sure we aren’t lost?" Mac asked, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

"No, we’re not lost. We’re almost there, in fact. I’m more concerned with this weather," Harm murmured, peering out the windshield. "I wanted this to be a special trip. It wasn’t supposed to be snowing like this," he sighed.

Mac reached over and touched his arm. "It doesn’t matter to me if it’s a tornado, Harm. I’m so glad that we’re getting away for a few days that I’m beside myself. I’m touched that you even went to all this trouble."

He glanced sideways and smiled at her. "We needed a break but you especially needed it after wrapping up the Lance court-martial. Did I tell you how proud I am of you?" The surprised look on her face made him laugh. "What? Can’t I give you a compliment?"

"Sure… it’s just that… well, I didn’t expect one like that," she answered. "Not from you."

"What’s that supposed to mean?" he demanded. "I am proud of you. You’re a damn fine lawyer, Mac."

She held up a hand. "Okay, I’m sorry. I guess you just caught me by surprise. Thank you, Harm. Maybe I just never thought anyone could do the job you do," she murmured quietly. "You always do everything just right when you try a case."

"That’s a crock if I’ve ever heard on," he scoffed. "I do a lot of things wrong and just manage to get lucky enough to get out of it," he stated.

She grinned impishly at his words. "Well… maybe a little."

That made him laugh, too, and the tension was dispelled.

"There’s the cabin," he announced as they rounded a bend.

Through the snow, Mac could make out the outline of the small building. As Harm pulled the SUV close and turned off the engine, she smiled.

"What a wonderful little place!" she stated.

"I wish you could see the way it looks in the summer," Harm said as he pushed his door open. "I’ve been up here before to fish. The river runs back behind the property."

Cold air hit them in the face as they got out, snow instantly dusting their hair and clothes. Harm handed Mac the key to the cabin door then went to the back of the SUV to get their bags. Minutes later they were both inside. Mac wondered around the small log cabin while Harm built a fire in the giant stone fireplace. There were two rooms and one bathroom with an old-fashioned claw foot tub. The main body of the cabin consisted of the living room and a fairly large kitchen. The fire was going when she turned back to Harm and he carried their cases into the bedrooms.

"Hungry?" he asked as he came back in.

"A little. I’d rather go out and see what we can see," she grinned.

"In this weather?" He pretended a horrified gasp.

She gave him a playful push and turned back to put her boots and coat back on. "Come on, flyboy. Don’t be a sissy."

They went back out and carefully walked around to the back of the cabin. Harm watched as Mac inhaled deeply of the cold air and turned her face upward, eyes closed as she fat snowflakes dusted her face and hair. Suddenly she jerked her head around and shot him a bright smile. Reaching up, he gently brushed his thumb over her left eye, sweeping away a flake that clung to her thick lashes.

"It’s beautiful here," she exclaimed, spreading her arms as she moved away from him. "No traffic, no people, no work, no nothing but you and me and time to relax. I want to play, Harm!" she cried.

Harm had to chuckle at her exuberance. He hadn’t seen her this carefree in a long time as the pressures of work had buried her deeper and deeper. His gloved hands curled into fists as he watched her tread through the deep snow. Bringing her here to relax wasn’t the main reason they were standing in knee deep snow. The main reason had way more to do with deeper feelings he’d kept hidden until recently. And maybe this weekend would see them brought into the open once and for all.

"Harm!" her sharp call snapped him out of his thoughts. "Are you going to stand there all day staring into space or come play with me?"

"I wasn’t staring into space!" he called back. "I was…"

Before he could finish, a snowball hit him square in the face. It was followed by another that caught him in the chest and then the sound of her laughter filled the air.

"All right! That does it!" he growled, wiping the snow away. Scooping up a handful of snow, he took off after her.

With a shriek, Mac ran, dodging tree branches as he closed the gap between them.

"We’ll see who has the last laugh!" he yelled after her.

"Dream on, squid! You…."

A terrified scream from her rent the air and she disappeared right before his eyes.

"Mac!" he yelled, racing toward the spot where she’d been standing only a second ago.

The ground had given away, revealing a small ledge the deep snow had concealed. And below it was the partially frozen river. Panicked, Harm scrambled down the slope, trying to keep his own footing. Below, Mac’s head popped up above the water, her arms flailing.

"Harm! Harm, help me!" she cried

"Hang on!"

He unwound the long scarf protecting his neck and through the end of it to her. "Grab the end, Mac! Grab it and hang on!"

Thrashing in the icy water, Mac reached for the bright material. Her fingers were so cold her couldn’t curl them around the end and it slipped away from her. Frustrated, Harm threw the scarf to the ground and splashed into the water, cursing the air blue as the frigidness went right to his bones.

"Swim toward me, Sarah! Swim, damn it!" he ordered harshly, reaching out for her.

Mac thrashed hard, trying to propel herself to him.

Her icy clothes were weighing her down and she was so cold….

"Focus, Marine! You’re almost here! Kick your legs!" he called.

Finally she was close enough and his hand closed around her sleeve. Yanking hard, he moved backward until they both went up on dry land. Her face was alarmingly pale and there was a blue cast around her nose and mouth.

"Hold on a minute longer and I’ll have you in the cabin," he promised.

He bent low next to her and tucked one shoulder against her stomach. Rising, he put her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and started up the snowy slope. Breathing hard by the time he managed to get them up it, he lowered her into his arms and went as fast as he could to the cabin. Shouldering the door open, he took her straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

"Strip and get in there and I don’t want to see you until the water’s cold," he ordered.

"You…can’t… order me…around," Mac retorted through chattering teeth.

"You either get them off or I’ll take them off for you," he stated succinctly.

She glared at him and he flashed her a grin. Her spirit was still intact so he knew she would be okay. When he returned a few minutes later with dry clothes, she was still dressed and struggling to get her boots off. She looked up at him, on the verge of tears.

"I can’t… get these off," she mumbled miserably.

Without a word, Harm knelt at her feet. In seconds he had the boots and her socks off. Rising, he tugged her jacket and scarf off and reached for the hem of her sweater. Mac tried to push his hands away but her fingers were so cold she couldn’t even grasp the hem herself. Keeping his eyes on her face, Harm pulled the heavy cable knit off and then did the same with the turtleneck under it, leaving her clad in her bra. Then he pulled her to her feet and undid the front of her jeans. They joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor and he guided her over to the shower.

"Get in and take your time," he told her gently.

He waited as she climbed slowly into the bathtub and pulled the curtain closed. A second later her bra and panties dropped to the floor and he swallowed hard as he stared at them. Turning, he stripped off his own clothes and briskly rubbed a towel over his arms and chest. He gathered up their clothing and went to the kitchen where he found a small utility room. He set the timer on the dryer and tossed everything in. By the time he was dressed again, stoked the blazing fire up and fixed both of them some hot chocolate, he heard the water in the bathroom turn off and she emerged swathed in towels.

"Better?" he asked gently, thinking she looked like a small girl standing in the middle of the room.

She nodded slowly. "I feel sluggish," she whispered.

"Probably just reaction to what happened. I got your robe out. Here," he said, picking it up from the chair he draped it over.

The silky material was warm from the fire and he held it up so she could quickly slip into it. His mouth went dry as she moved close and turned her back to him, slowly dropping the towels covering her. He averted his eyes until she was covered and then motioned for her to sit down. Kneeling at her feet, he put a pair of heavy socks on her small feet and then handed her one of the mugs sitting on the end table.

"I feel pretty stupid about now," she sighed, clutching the mug tightly.

"What for?" he asked in surprise.

"For not being more careful. You told me the river was back there."

"You can just stop that way of thinking right now," he ordered. "There was no way we could have known that would happen. The snow completely covered everything. I’m just glad I could get to you that fast."

"I…" The ring of a cell phone interrupted her and she frowned. "Who could that be?" she muttered crossly.

Getting up, she hurried to her bags and yanked the phone from her purse.

"Who is it?" Harm asked.

"No one important," she answered, recognizing Mic’s number.

Harm watched her turn the phone off and then drop it into a drawer in the small desk that stood near the door. She smiled with a touch of sass and returned to her chair. He only shook his head and chuckled at the expression on her face.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Well…" he drawled slowly. "I brought some things with me that I thought you might be interested in."

"Like what?" she leaned forward slightly.

"Wanna learn how to make chocolate covered strawberries?" he offered.

Her eyes widened slightly. "I’d love to but only if I get to eat the first one!"

His eyes sparkled at her. "Deal."

Several minutes later all the ingredients and the fondue pot and utensils were all spread out on the counter and table in the kitchen.

Harm gave her the task of cutting the chocolate into small pieces to make it easier for melting and set her to work melting and stirring it while he cleaned and readied the jumbo strawberries he’d gotten.

"Chocolate’s ready," she said a few minutes later.

"Okay. Then we lay out wax paper," he instructed and she watched his tear off two long squares and lay them on the table next to the pot then he brought the bowl of strawberries over. "Now, you pick up the strawberry by the stem and dip it almost to the top. As you lift up, turn it to let the excess drip off then lay it on the paper." She watched intently, looking up when he smiled at her. "Now you try."

His eyes followed her intently as she reached for one of the luscious red berries. She stuck the tip of her tongue between her teeth in concentration as she dipped it into the smooth chocolate, turning it the way she’d watched him do. She set it on the wax paper with a slight flourish and looked at up him expectantly – looking very much like a young girl.

"Perfect," he grinned. "And you said you couldn’t cook," he teased her.

"This isn’t cooking," she teased back.

"We can fix that."

"What do you mean?’ she eyed him suspiciously.

"You and I are going to make our Valentine’s dinner."

"We are?"

"We are," he confirmed.

"Oh, Lord," Mac rolled her eyes. "I hope this cabin is insured."

Several minutes later, the chocolates were finished and put away to set and cool. Harm began to set out utensils, equipment and ingredients while she watched. Then he turned and motioned to come over to the counter next to him.

"What are we making?" she asked.

"Rib-eyes in Stilton sauce, baby artichokes in lemon garlic vinaigrette, roasted garlic mashed potatoes and wheat rolls," he answered.

Mac grabbed his arm and he looked into her panic-stricken eyes. "Harm, that isn’t a meal for someone who doesn’t cook. Let’s just grill the steaks and bake the potatoes."

He laughed gently and squeezed her hand. "It’s all easier to fix than it sounds. Trust me on this, Mac. You’ll do fine. We’re making it together."

With the recipes spread out, Harm walked her through the meal step-by-step. He showed her how to pair off the outer leaves of the artichokes before cutting the top and bottom off so that they would sit level. And they mashed garlic cloves into a paste before mixing it with the lemon juice and olive oil for the vinaigrette. The mashed potatoes were next.

The garlic cloves were roasted in the oven while the potatoes boiled and then the whole lot was mashed with milk and butter. Then he showed her how to cover the top with a fine layer of Parmesan cheese and they put them in the oven to bake. Into a large bowl went the softened Stilton cheese and unsalted butter to be mixed before it was set aside. Then on the stove, he directed her to boil the dry white wine with green peppercorns until it was reduced, which he explained meant evaporated, then heavy cream was added and reduced again.

She laughed as he called instructions to her from the tiny patio outside of the back of the kitchen where he was grilling the steaks. Then she mixed together the cheese into the other mixture while he brought the steaks in and began cutting them into thin slices.

"Okay, we’ll leave this sit just for a minute while the potatoes and rolls finish and then it will be ready," he stated.

"Good, that gives me a few minutes to go freshen up. Be right back," she promised and dashed out of the kitchen.

Then second he heard her bedroom door close, Harm sprang into action. He wanted this dinner to be perfect for them both with candles and roses – everything to make it special. Even some of the foods they fixed were the food of lovers. Shaking out the wrinkles, he placed a velvety red tablecloth over the wood dining table and then set a dozen or so elegant white tapers around the covered expanse, lighting them as he went. Next came the heavy, etched crystal vase he’d gotten for her filled with two dozen of the deepest, softest red roses he could find. Their heady scent immediately filled the air along with that of their dinner and the gardenia and vanilla scents of the candles.

Mac once told him she wanted romance.

And romance was exactly what he was determined to give her.

He heard the water turn off in the bathroom and quickly cleaned up his trash. He finished their dinner and placed everything on the table on the shiny white china he’d borrowed from Harriet for the occasion. A second later Mac walked back in and the look on her face was worth his every effort.

For once in her life, Mac was completely stunned. Whether it was from the bounty spread before her or the man who’d obviously accomplished it all – she wasn’t sure. But her heart completely melted.

"Oh my God," she whispered, walking very slowly toward the table. "Harm, I…" she stopped when her voice caught and shook her head. "I’m overwhelmed," she finally whispered, her lips trembling.

"I wanted you to be," he stated softly, coming to stand before her.

Her eyes slid helplessly over the candles, the china and the tablecloth; her fingers stroked the lush softness of a rose petal.

"If I didn’t know better I’d think I was being seduced," she murmured, still looking at the table.

"Maybe you are," he answered, his deep voice caressing her senses.

That brought her eyes up to his. She could see that she had his full attention and his eyes were serious in their regard of her. He wasn’t joking with her this time. He was giving her full-blown romance.

"One more thing," he murmured, standing so close his breath ruffled her hair.

"What?" she asked.

Turning his head slightly, he pointed toward her chair. Mac followed the line and her eyes widened a split second before she let out a delighted laugh. Rushing around the table, she picked up the white teddy bear sitting in her chair and ran her hands over his super-soft fur.

"Oh, he’s adorable! And look at these boxers!" she started giggling as she fingered the bottom edge of the red silk boxers the bear was clad in.

"He told me he wanted to be with you so I brought him along. I couldn’t leave him in the store after he asked so nicely," Harm told her, managing to keep a straight face.

"No, of course not," she answered, just as serious.

"Shall we eat?" he suggested softly.

"Yes, lets."

Harm pulled her chair out and waited until she was settled before seating himself.

Dinner was filled with quiet conversation and delicious food. They talked about nothing and everything but managed to avoid talk about their relationship. But Harm was glad because he had so much more planned for their evening and he wanted it to be perfect. Dinner was just the beginning. When everything was cleaned up and put away, he took her hand and pulled her to the living room. It had grown dark outside but the big fireplace cast the front room in a rosy glow. Mac put her little bear on the couch and stood at the corner, fidgeting as she watched him move around. After stoking the fire, Harm put a CD into the stereo along the far wall and turned back to her as a slow, bluesy sax filled the air. Walking back to her, he held out his hand.

"May I have this dance?" he asked.

Smiling, Mac simply put her hand in his and let him lead her to the middle of the floor. He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed a tender kiss to her palm, his eyes never leaving hers. Drawing her close, they began to move. The music he’d chosen was haunting and romantic. The kind that reminded you of little backroom bars with too much smoke, low lights and just plain good music. One of his big hands spread across her back while the other one rested low on her waist. Their bodies brushed everywhere; legs, stomachs, breast to chest. Mac felt every nerve ending her body thrum to life as he turned her in a slow circle.

Harm slowly, slowly bent her backward, forcing her back to arch and press her more firmly against him. He held her suspended for just a second before slowly bringing her back up. Both of his hands went to her hips and Mac could feel his arousal, knowing it echoed her own. He slid one heavily muscled leg between the two of hers and pushed his hips against hers. Mac answered in a counter rhythm that was as erotic as if they were making love.

Mac wound her arms around his neck and slid her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, trying to get as close as possible to him. His hands moved up and down her body, touching her waist, her hips, her back. Even the sides of her breasts as he slid them up her torso. Mac tilted her head back, lost in the music and the man holding her so tight. Harm took advantage of the moment and touched his lips to the wildly beating pulse at her throat. Her hands tightened on his head as she felt his trace the tip of his tongue down to the hollow of her throat then still lower to the shadowed valley between her breasts.

The songs melded together as they danced. Time slipped away. The world outside the cabin disappeared. All that remained was the two of them. And the need building between them. And their bodies.

Harm gathered the hem of her shirt in his big hands and slowly started to draw it up. She arched back and he lowered his tall frame to press and openmouthed kiss against her belly. His mouth followed the path of her shirt – up the front of her slender form through the valley of her breast, up her throat and then her shirt was gone, leaving her clad in her bra. A second later, his shirt was gone, following hers to the floor. Skin to skin, they kept dancing. Mac slid her small hands down the warm skin of Harm’s back to the waistband of his jeans, slipping just beneath the edge.

She sighed as his lips touched the skin just beneath her left eye. His warm mouth traced a path over the bridge of her nose to the other eye before slowly touching her cheek and then the corner of her mouth. Each brush seduced her. Every whisper of his breath, every beat of his heart. The tips of his fingers splayed across her jaw and her head tilted back on its own, exposing her to him. Her lashes lifted, so heavy with feeling she could barely get them open. She met his gaze and saw the desire in the green depths. He bent his head slightly and she felt his warm breath skim across her lips, tickling her senses. He moved his hands up to the back of her neck and caught them in her head, tugging gently.

His mouth went again to the pulse in her throat. He nipped tenderly with his teeth then soothed the spot with his tongue. Mac’s breath caught and his senses fed on the tiny sound she made in her throat. Very, very slowly, he drew his mouth up her throat and over the curve of her chin. And then he kissed her.

When his firm lips met hers, an explosion ricocheted through both of them as a thousand sensations came rushing in from every recess of their minds. Harm bent slightly, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and straightened to bring her flush against him. Mac clutched his dark head in her hands, straining on her toes to get closer as she kissed him back, forgetting about everything else in her life except the man she loved. His kiss gentled and she sighed into his mouth as his tongue traced the contours of her lips. Mac parted them and was rewarded to feel the velvety glide of his tongue sweeping across hers. Consumed by desire, Harm devoured her lush mouth. Mac returned each kiss, using her tongue to parry and thrust with his, feeling the urgency in his caresses. Harm cupped his hands over her shoulders with the lightest of connections and she shivered when she felt his callused palms rub abrasively over her tender skin. Their eyes remained locked and Harm felt himself sinking, captivated by the light he saw shining from her soft gaze. He lightly trailed his hands up and down her arms. Watching her expression, he traced his fingertips over her collarbones, across the swell of each breast, skirting the turgid nipples. Down over her torso, across her flat belly and to her rounded hips, squeezing gently through the material of her jeans.

Mac swallowed hard, her throat tight. Desire welled up from a spring deep inside the likes of which she’d never known. Moving with a tenderness he didn’t know he possessed, Harm slipped his hands down to her bottom and drew her against his chest. Mac sighed when her breasts made contact with the hard wall of his chest and she wound her arms around his neck. With a slight tilt, hard masculine lips met soft feminine ones. A groan of pure male need erupted from Harm’s throat and he kissed Mac hard, forcing himself to slow down because he wanted to savor every second. He dragged his lips over hers again and again, delving his tongue into the moist depths of her mouth, exploring and learning. She sighed again and slid her fingers through his thick hair, holding his head to her mouth. She met each hard kiss, giving back everything she had, meeting his probing tongue and sliding hers into his mouth in return.

Harm eased his hands between their bodies and covered the firm mounds of her breasts, gently rotating his palms and wringing a small moan from her. He lifted his mouth from hers and laid a lazy path down the smooth column of her throat to the swell of her left breast. A breathy sigh drifted from Mac when his mouth closed over the tight peak, suckling gently through the lace of her bra. Her back arched, pushing the tip more fully into his mouth.

"I love the way you feel," he whispered gruffly.

He straightened up and fastened his mouth to hers again, kissing her deeply. Slipping his hands beneath her bottom, he lifted her again and lowered her so that she was nestled against his hard arousal. Mac wiggled her hips, seeking some kind of relief from the hardness pressed against her womanhood. Suddenly, Harm tore his mouth away from hers and dropped his face into the curve of her neck, drawing in a deep shuddering breath. Before she could try and gather her thoughts, he was kissing her again, leaving her no room to think.

Gently, he shifted and supported her weight as he lowered them both to the floor. His body flowed into hers, hard lines to soft curves and she moved her legs to make a place for him as he continued to kiss her. The fire crackled beyond, dousing their bodies in warmth as the rest of their clothing joined the pile nearby. The sight of her bare body took his breath away. Sitting back slightly on his heels, Harm studied her with his eyes, not wanting to miss one inch of the body he was seeing completely nude for the very first time. With movements so subtle she almost didn't notice, he slid one arm under her leg and lifted until it rested over his shoulder. He repeated it with the other leg until his head rested between her thighs. Mac watched him, wanting to close her eyes but at the same time, completely trusting him.

Languidly, Harm bushed his fingers over her damp curls, parting the velvety folds of her womanhood until he discovered the treasure beneath. Mac gasped, her back arching off the carpet when his tongue touched her. Her fingers went to his hair and not sure whether she meant to pull him away or urge him closer, he continued. This was a part of him he didn't often share. Sex was more of a release in recent years - even with the few women he'd cared about. Taunting Mac's warm, velvety center with his lips and tongue, he pushed her body closer to its peak, wanting to give her pleasure and show her how much he desired her. Mac's fingers tangled in his hair and she held him against her, her hips moving against him. He loved her with his mouth and hands until he pushed her over the edge and she came apart for him. Lifting her off the floor, he kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth to simulate what their bodies would be doing later.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against her mouth.

She stiffened the tiniest bit when he slid one long finger into her warm body, testing her readiness. He began to move his hand in the same rhythm as their tongues and soon she was squirming against him, her hips thrusting against his palm. Mac felt every single nerve in her body tighten, responding to his touch. Her body hummed, wanting what he was giving her, wanting what would come after it. Her climax came on fast, shock waves rippling through her, her muscles contracting against his hand.

Before she even had time to form a thought, Mac felt the press of Harm's body, his hips settling between her legs. She raised herself slightly, reaching for his hands. Harm drew her into a sitting position, his manhood resting upright between their bodies. Mac found his mouth at the same time her hand encircled his engorged shaft. Harm sucked in a deep breath as she caressed him. He was already close to exploding but he allowed her to explore for several minutes. When he could stand it no longer, her caught her wrist and pulled her hand away.

"I want you so much that I don't have the strength to go through that," he murmured.

"I don't want you to wait any longer, Harm. I want you to be inside of me," she demanded softly.

"I can't think of any place I'd rather be."

Lowering his head, Harm found her lips and kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Holding her close, he slowly lowered her back to the carpet, sliding his hands down to the backs of her knees. Mac sighed deeply as he settled himself between her thighs and the tip of his manhood brushed her moist entrance. Harm kissed her again, harder this time, drawing her attention to his mouth and away from their lower bodies. Mac squirmed when his big hands covered her breasts, kneading the full mounds and puckering her nipples into tight buds. Trailing his mouth down the smooth column of her throat, he closed his mouth over one turgid peak, drawing it deep inside. She gasped when sensation shot through her, pooling at the juncture of her thighs and urging her breast more fully into his mouth. Harm lifted his head and captured Mac's gaze. Gently, he gathered her hands in his and stretched her arms out above her head, pressing her body into his. Mac felt the tip of his shaft gain entry to her velvet warmth and she tensed slightly but kept her eyes locked with his.

She was aware of other things - his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin of her palms, the gentle abrasion of his hair-roughened legs against her own smooth ones - but the center of her focus was on the way their joining felt. Harm pushed forward an inch at a time, savoring the feel of sliding into her for the very first time. With steady pressure, he slid the rest of the way into her warm body until he was embedded to the hilt.

"I want to hear you scream my name when you come."

His erotic words brought a shiver of excitement to Mac. Her feverish eyes flew up to his. She bumped her hips against him, smiling when he groaned deep in his chest. A streak of pleasure shot through her own loins so she repeated the move. Harm released her hands and caught her hips in his grasp. A devilish glint flitted through his dark gaze. Slowly, he withdrew only to plunge in again, drawing a gasp from Mac. Over and over, he thrust into her, closely watching her reaction, determined to stave off his own pleasure so he could push hers higher.

Mac bucked beneath him, meeting his every downward stroke with one of her own, countering him perfectly. Her long legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him deeper each time, feeding off his harsh breathing and deep groans.

"Harm..." she moaned. "I feel....out of....control!"

"Let it come, Sarah. Come for me, baby," he ground out, feeling his own release nearing rapidly.

A raging climax slammed into her, bringing a strangled cry from her throat. Harm thrust once twice a third time, the sweet grasp of her inner muscles squeezing his length. With a hoarse shout, he followed her over the edge, spilling his seed into her. They lay there for several long minutes, still wrapped tightly in each other's embrace.

"Where are we going?" she whispered against his mouth.

"It’s a surprise," he told her.

Mac sighed dreamily. "The water feels heavenly."

"I brought something else for us," he murmured.

"I don’t know if I can stand anymore," she teased lazily.

With her eyes closed she didn’t see what he held up until she felt the sweet taste of