NIGHT FEVER

Disclaimer. As Chapter 1.

NIGHT FEVER

Chapter Ten

Elizabeth's lips were just as he remembered. Jack groaned low in his throat, wondering if he had finally gone mad. But, then again, this was no time for wondering. Before Elizabeth had a change of heart, Jack wound his arms about her and held her fast, returning the kiss.

He'd been dreaming about her for months…long before she had left The Pearl, 12 months before. Had, in fact, wished that he could forget about her…but he hadn't forgotten, and now, finally, she was in his arms again. He wasn't about to set her free!

He opened his mouth and pressed it against hers, their tongues colliding and Jack found himself being sucked deep into the magical spell that was Elizabeth. Her neck arched back as she opened to him. Jack had to catch one hand into the wild tangle of her hair to steady himself. He was on fire with wanting her. Nothing could compare to the taste of her, the feel of her.

"Christ, Lizzie. Ye staged this whole affair jus' t' plague me. Didn't ye?"

Elizabeth trembled in his arms as he deepened their kiss further, which only served to ignite him more.

"Wh-what do you mean?" she whispered against his lips.

"Ye know damn well what I'm talkin' 'bout. Look at ye, dressed in next t' nothin' an lookin' like some sort of goddess. I can almost see thro' yer gown…yer aroused an-"

"Jack!" she said, sounding horrified.

"What?" he demanded. "Ye an I both know yer wearin' nothin' beneath this dress. Why, Lizzie? Had ye hoped t' seduce someone t'day? Tell me!"

"Y-yes." She managed.

"And…?"

"And what?"

"Who, Lizzie? Who had ye hoped t' ensnare w'th yer charms?" He thrust his fingers into her hair and held her head to look at him.

"Tell m', Lizzie. Who?"

She pulled her face away from his but couldn't get free of his tight hold. Her eyes blazed with fire. "Do I detect a note of jealousy in your voice?" she demanded.

Jack wanted to throttle her just as much as he wanted to throw her to the floor and make long, earth-shattering love to her. "Possibly." He whispered winding a strand of her beautiful hair around his hand. He drew her face back to his, nearly touching her lips with his mouth.

"You are jealous Jack!" she almost cried in victory.

"Yes," he breathed against her lips, "I guess I am." And then he kissed her, slamming his mouth against hers with a force borne of desire. Jack felt himself harden and his head swim with lust. Pulling his hand from her hair, he dropped it to the middle of her back. Her frame was as tiny as he remembered, and he reminded himself sharply to take care. She wasn't some street-wizened doxy, but a woman who had known only Will's touch. For one day.

Such a thought served only to fuel his want for her. With haste, he backed her against the wall, both of his hands now working up and down her back.

"Ye bewitch'd me. I've thought of no'one b't ye fer years, but ye had Will. How did ye manage it? How?" he whispered, hoarsely.

"I've done nothing." She murmured, feelings she had never even thought existed suddenly rushing to the fore. "You were the one to turn me away Jack…that last morning on The Pearl…remember? Once was quite enough? One kiss from you and I would have gladly stayed with you! I would have-"

"Hush, luv. Don't say t' words."

"And why not? You needn't have pushed me away from you! I would have gone anywhere with you, Jack, done anything!"

He closed his eyes, fitting her lithe body against his bulk. He couldn't bear to have her pouring her soul out to him. He'd known well enough that she would have followed him wherever he went. In fact, she had, although she wasn't aware of the fact. And that was the trouble. He'd been nothing but a thief, a pirate when he met her, still was…and yet she would have given him everything despite that fact. How could he keep her with him when his own future was fraught with uncertainty?

He couldn't.

"Don't talk, luv." He murmured, cupping her face in his hands. "I jus' want t' look at ye. I want to remember this moment and always see ye like this, Lizzie. God help me, ye are t' most sensual woman I've ev'r known. Yer honest an' sweet, with a will of iron – an' I don't deserve ye."

Her eyes darkened with Passion.

"But you want me!"

"Aye." He breathed. "More than anythin'."

She smiled. "Then take me." She challenged. "Here. Now." And she arched her back, rubbing her breasts against his chest.

Jack growled. His own desire rock hard between them. "Ye are a witch!" he muttered.

"No, Jack." she answered, and ran her hands down his sides, stopping at the top of his breeches. She slipped her fingers inside, sending him over the edge.

Suddenly, Jack didn't care where they were. He knew that she meant the world to him and nothing on this earth would stop where this was leading. He whispered, "A lady ye may be, Lizzie, but ye certainly know how t' enflame a man's passion, darlin'."

She laughed then, a rich and husky sound of pure delight. Jack smiled at the sound, his hands trailing down to pull up the hem of her gown. The sight of her long, long legs, did little to stop his wayward thoughts, or his wandering hands. His breath caught in his throat and his head spun as he realised that she wore nothing to cover her most intimate spot.

He growled into her ear, caressing her between her thighs. "What if ye had come across anyone on ye wond'rin's about t' cliffs?" he demanded roughly. "W'd ye 'ave allowed another man t' touch ye like this?"

"Only you, Jack." She admitted breathlessly.

Mollified, Jack smiled. She was here with him, giving herself freely and he would have it no other way. Anxious now to penetrate her softness with more than just his fingers, Jack fumbled with the closure of his breeches. "Damn these fastenings!" he murmured.

"Hurry, Jack. I've waited so long."

He couldn't deny her. He had found that he could deny Elizabeth Swann nothing. She had so far bewitched him, murdered him, rescued him, saved his life and nursed him to health. Now she showed yet another side to the puzzle that was Lizzie.

He pushed the skirt of her gown higher still and, again touched her at the apex of her thighs. He watched as her face registered the impact. Her kissable lips parted, showing a flash of pearly teeth as she sighed with desire. Jack moved against her slowly, claiming her mouth with his and pushing her legs apart. He felt himself grow harder still as he positioned his body and prepared to enter her. He grasped her beneath her bottom to lift her and gain access.

Suddenly, there was a furious pounding on the door.

"Jack! Jack! Open the door! You must come quickly!! The Pearl's on fire!!!"

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