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entrance, Isabelle’s body shuddered and she moaned, as ready as he was.
    He put his forehead to hers, their heaving breaths mingling, as he stroked her through the flimsy cloth and she moaned again.
    The taste of her, the feel of her, and even the exquisite sound of her, low and breathy–it was like a drug. His mouth fell on hers again. Soft and pink, her lips throbbed beneath his, their sensual cling drawing him in, even as an alarm began to sound in the back of his mind.  
    There’s no lock on the door. Stop.
    But instead of stopping, his palm pressed into the downy softness of her mound, his fingers probed the warm juncture of her thighs, and he squeezed. Her moan vibrated against his mouth and the sweet rush of air from her nostrils flooded over his chin. As her lips parted, his tongue immediately plunged into her, searching and thrusting, even as his arousal swelled and strained in his pants.
    I could take her. Here and now.
    The days without her suddenly felt like months. Yes , he could take her now, and then later, all night and all day. With a long and lingering rub, Mac massaged her entrance again and found that she was moving with him, following his hand, staying in contact. Her mouth opened to him completely, his tongue lashing hers, seeking a satisfaction that he knew wouldn’t be found there. Only the warm and wet center of her would satisfy his hunger. Only being inside her would slake the driving need that urged his hips to move.  
    But now the alarm in his head sounded loudly. He was on the brink of not being able to turn back.
    Angela is still missing.
    His mind struggled to regain control of his body but he was torn.
    Stop. Stop now.
    But Isabelle’s fingers left his hair, her hands swept down his chest, and landed hard on his hips. With a quick jerk, she pulled them together and suddenly the flat of her tummy was pressing along his shaft.  
    The feeling was electric and he reflexively squeezed the moist place between her legs, to feel her hips immediately pivot and press into his hand. Her movement was seductive, pulsing, an invitation that was unmistakable. But as his arousal jerked in near pain, Mac suddenly pulled away. Their mouths separated with a loud smacking sound and Mac forced himself back.
    “No,” he ground out through clenched teeth. Isabelle’s eyes flew open, the shock clearly registering in her face, her gloved hands holding nothing but air. “No,” Mac said again, even as he looked down the length of her body, the curve of her breasts, and that place between her rounded hips where he’d just been. “Angela is missing,” he hissed. They had a job to do and Angela’s life depended on it.
    Isabelle put a hand to her mouth, covering it, as she shut her eyes. After several long moments she opened them. As she nodded and dropped her hand, she pushed away from the wall. Mac was careful to take another step back. Touching her again could only end one way.
    “You’re right,” Isabelle whispered shakily, taking a moment to get her balance. “You’re right,” she repeated, as if to convince herself.
    Finally, she raised her gaze to his. Her beautiful, amber eyes glittered with unshed tears and the pink flush of arousal still suffused her cheeks. Mac balled his hands into fists and took another step back.  
    Isabelle stood up straight and shook out the skirt of her dress before smoothing it down. Then, averting her eyes, she walked past him, put her hand on the doorknob and paused.
    “I’ve missed you, Mac,” she said quietly, without turning. “ God , how I’ve missed you.”
    Then she was gone.

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    “And you haven’t seen a priest in the vicinity?” Mac asked.  
    Brian Harkness scowled at the question, as had everyone else that Mac had questioned.
    It’d taken Mac almost an hour to settle down after nearly losing control with Isabelle. He hadn’t even thought to check himself in a mirror. Dixon had handed him a handkerchief with a single