With his cheek burning, he waited until Mac was through yelling at him before he finally moved. Taking hold of both of her arms, he spun her slightly so she faced away from him and then trapped her arms behind her using his body and one of his arms. His free hand slid up her arm, over her shoulder, and into her hair, where he grabbed a fistful of her dark locks. "C'mon, Mac," he said, leaning in as he pulled back on her hair gently to tilt her head to one side. "Don't go slapping me just because you're getting exactly what you want." He moved forward to further trap her body between himself and the island. He nipped at her neck and earlobe before whispering against her ear, "And don't tell me you wouldn't just love for me to bend you over and take you right here." He fully expected her to continue lashing out, to bite and scream and kick and scratch, but Charlie would not have lasted long in the war if he cringed at every little owie.