Chapter 8 - Playing By Heart

Elizabeth sat in the limosine watching the scenery go by when they were stopped in a long line of traffic.

"What the hell is going on?" Jack asked loudly. Elizabeth was sure his patience was tested at the party in and out of her presence.

"I'm sure it's just a back-up. There was a lot of people at the party."

Jack didn't say anything, he just kept looking out the window.

The rest of the way to the hotel was made in silence. It had started to rain and the soft thundering of a distant storm made Elizabeth smile. She loved thunderstorms, the way the lightening shone throughout the house followed closely by the loud thunder. When she would watch the rain fall in her teen years she would think it the most romantic wheather. More than once she and Will had made love during a storm. Elizabeth stopped her thoughts. Resently when she had thought of her betrothed she felt sad and alone, but now she felt perfectly content being with Jack. And it was he who brought her out of her thoughts.

"What?" She asked and he sighed irritably.

"Are you coming in?"

She nodded and he took her hand, ever so aware of the game they were supposed to be playing. They needed to look like the couple everyone wanted to be. His affection of her had grown over the past few hours and he checked it off as lust for the woman. He hadn't been in a relationship for a while and when you're on the move women were hard to come by, unless you wanted to take a chance on getting some sort of disease. He looked at her again. She would just break his heart anyway.

They made it to their rooms without conversation.

"Is something wrong Jack?"

Not replying right away Jack took off his tie and threw it on the floor along with his dinner jacket. He kicked off his shoes and left his socks behind him as he slammed the bathroom door shut. Elizabeth heard the water start to run and she was afraid he went to the bathroom to drown himself.

Figuring he was going to be a stubborn man about it she changed her clothes to one of the sexy bed gowns that was bought for Mrs. Sparrow. Tonight it was a deep purple shade, the color of passion she thought to herself.

Rubbing her arms she got under the covers and took a romance novel off the side table and started to read.

Jack stared at his reflection in the mirror and rubbed his face, he needed a good shave in the morning. He wasn't sure what bugged him more, the fact that Elizabeth now knew the real reason he and that devil woman broke up or that Tyler did. Perhaps it was both.

He started to get disgusted with himself, why would he care if Elizabeth knew? There wasn't any reason. Maybe it was because he thought she would think less of him. If it was him who had gotten her pregnant who was to say she wouldn't have killed that one?

He shook his head and took a breath. His night on the couch was going to be short and restless.

When he walked out of the bathroom he stopped to look at the sight in front of him. Elizabeth was asleep, a book rested on her chest, her hair around her neck.

He walked over to the bed and looked at the spacious room on the right side of her. Maybe if he was quiet she wouldn't wake up.

Getting into the bed Jack stopped, what the hell was he doing? He could just barely control himself around her in the day with lots of people around. But he didn't care anymore, she wasn't going to want him like he found himself wanting her.

Getting the courage he picked the book lightly off of it's resting place on her breasts.

"I was reading that."

He stopped his movements and watched her eyes flutter open then focus on him. His lips were on hers instantly.

Elizabeth was surprised, but his kiss was a kiss this time. It was soft and tender, he didn't want to be too rough. She was the one to initiate a more intimate touch. She opened her mouth and the second his tongue found hers she moaned and pulled herself away.

"We can't do this. Why not just let me go?"

He sat back, but only barely. "I don't want to. I'm upset and I would like nothing but to have sex with you." He said and kissed her neck.

Elizabeth's eyes closed. He couldn't be serious. So his wife - to - be didn't get pregnant by him, who was to say she wouldn't?

"You shouldn't be thinking that way anyway! He kidnaped you! Or have you forgotten?"

Her mind was shouting orders at her. Stop! Get away from him! What are you doing!

Jack's mouth found her ear and she shifted to let him grab her opposite arm and bring her closer and into a more intimate position. Enjoying this. Her passioned heart responded and she kissed him again, this time not pulling back and not wanting to.

Jack felt her curves with his finger tips. Her skin jumped and shuddered under his touch. It had been too long. Soon they had moved in such a way so that she was completely under him. His tongue was in her mouth again and she moaned, playing with it. His hands were busy at work, lifting her purple gown off and then feeling the soft smooth skin of her breasts.

Elizabeth moaned softly in his mouth when his rough hands touched her bare skin. Her nipples became hard and she had to pull her mouth away from his when his forefinger and thumb squeezed one gently. He opened his eyes briefly to look at her, her own eyes closed, her mouth opened and hair getting tangled. Willing his eyes to stay open his mouth encircled one breast and his tongue liked an already hard nipple.

"Oh Jack!"

It was the first thing either of them had said since he confessed his want for her, and those two words sent his body in a fury of fire.

Abandoning her chest his kisses went to her flat stomach, over her white panties and to the inside of her thighs. Her hips bucked and he laughed a little.

Elizabeth sat up quickly, bringing his head away from her legs. "There is nothing funny about this!" She said breathlessly.

His eyes were as passionate as she had ever seen on any man and it aroused her even more. She should stop this right now, before he could do what she desperately wanted him to. It didn't matter what his profession was, he was a man and she was a woman, that was all that mattered.

Her mouth sought out his this time and she pushed him on his back, her lips leaving a trail of heat where they touched his skin. But Jack was unaware of her lips, her hands were working the elastic of his boxers and she touched him.

Elizabeth smiled when he moaned and bucked his hips, creating a friction with her hand and his manhood. That made his moan more.

She relieved herself of her annoying underware and hoved over him, completely naked. Jack's eyes nearly bugged out of his head and his hands grabbed her firm ass. Moving one hand to her back he flipped her over and laid on top of her.

Jack nussled her neck with his nose and then kissed her, his hand on her back moved to the bedboard, the other, gripped her hip. Looking into his hostages eyes he slid himself into her and a clap of thunder drowned out her scream of pleasure.

Elizabeth's eyes started to water, she had never felt such passion. His hands were on her, his tongue in her mouth, their bodies connected. She wanted to sob, she felt such passion and lust she started touching him everwhere as he continued to make love to her. Her grip tightened when she felt her orgasm come. He pushed her over the edge then started to build her up again.

Jack felt her first orgasm and almost lost himself at the sound of her sweet voice in his ear. She screamed his name and clutched around him. He was lost in her, he didn't know where he ended inside her. He felt as if they were one person, the pleasure he was feeling coursing through his body in nano seconds.

"Jack."

This time his name was whispered and a clap of lightening illuminated the room. The air was musty from the humidity produced by the storm and it smelt of their sex. It was a pleasing smell to Jack and it along with a hard feeling in his lower stomach, reminded him of his current state. He had not fully pulled himself out of her so he started to move in and out of her quickly, the bed frame moving with his hard movements. She moaned and groaned each time he fucked her. She never wanted this overwhelming feeling to end.

Her body grew hot and her words aroused even herself when she spoke them. "Jack, I'm so hot."

It was the end and both of them knew it. When they both had found their release they laid quietly in each other's arms, Jack rubbing soothing circles on her back.

Neither one had said anything else that night and they fell asleep.