Chapter Two
Dinner
"Eat, my lady. Shrimp is good for you, improves short-term memory," Jack murmured, taking a sip of dark red wine from his glass. "And shrimp goes well with the taste of… wine. It's a good appetizer. Leaves you... hungry." His eyes were dark with some strange intent that left Emma breathless.
"Increases the sex drive," Emma murmured without thinking, and quickly took a sip of the wine he's given her to hide her flaming cheeks. He merely chuckled and inclined his head in acknowledgement.
"May I sit beside you, my lady? Far easier to make… conversation, when one is… close to the object of one's attentions."
For some reason, his words made her swallow hard, and her cheeks burned, but she nodded, and he took the seat beside her, close enough that the blazing heat of him warmed her body.
"You like seafood, then?" She was grasping at something to say, anything. The energy between them nearly crackled and sparked. Her heart thundered in her chest.
His chuckle reverberated through her. "I'll eat anything," he growled. "Food is merely food. It is the finer pleasures one must be careful with. Wine, chocolate of course… and women." She nearly swallowed her tongue.
"I want to watch you… eat. It's… interesting, watching women eat this kind of food. Shrimp are nice and bite sized, and it's really quite," here he breathed in deeply, inhaling her perfume, "exquisite, watching a woman devour something so… slippery and wet, bite… by… bite."
How much more of his hot breath in her ear, his double-edged words whispering down her body, his delightful warmth… how much more could a girl take?!
He gently pressed his lips against the curve of her neck, just below her ear, in a light, caressing motion. She shivered, but when he whispered, "Eat," she kept eating.
Finally, he breathed a sharp shuddering breath, hot, moist, and grabbed your hand. She looked up at him, startled, and he took her index finger into his mouth and gently sucked on it.
"Bravo," he murmured, kissing her fingertips, and nuzzled the nape of her neck. She shivered bodily against him as the breath stirred the tiny curls of hair along the nape of sensitive neck. "You're a woman I can revel in, a woman I can enjoy to the utmost. I love that about you," he whispered oh so softly. Emma would swear she could feel the scrape of teeth against her neck again.
She closed her eyes.
"Are you actively trying to drive me insane?" She asked slowly, trying to breathe like a normal human being. "I'd heard you were quite mad, Jack Sparrow, but I was never sure if I ought to believe it. So I ask again, are you trying to drive me mad?"
"Am I succeeding?" He countered, lips brushing through her hair where it wa pulled tight behind her ear by the intricate braid.
"You know you are," she replied, though she smiled as she said it. "Jack Sparrow…."
"Good," he drawled right against her ear before sitting back. She sucked in a relieved, incredibly grateful breath.
"I love the curve of your neck, by the way, Emma," he murmured quietly, and her hand tightened on the wine glass she held as she turned somewhat glazed eyes upon him. "I didn't notice it so much with your hair down. But now… I can see it… touch it... bite it…."
He said it slowly, lips brushing over her burning skin, and he nipped the curve of her neck with his teeth. Her soft moan came out as a whimper, and a brilliant blush flared across her cheeks.
"Desert, my lady?"
"Would she be able to survive the ordeal?
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