"Go to hell Sparrow." she spat, turning her head to look him directly in the eyes. " You left me here to rot! Now the only game we're playing is one where you'll get off"a sharp shove from her body "me and I'll sail away from this island with our withou...hmph!" Grown weary of her incessant verbal attacks Jack, ever the opportunist, decided to busy her scorching tongue with a much more pleasant activity.
At first she kept her lips firmly pressed against his onslaught, refusing to succumb to his tempting madness…again. He would not be deterred, however, and began massaging her immobile lips with his own. A few moments pass…
Her lips softened.
Her eyes rolled closed.
Her mouth opened to his probing tongue… and she was putty in his hands…again.
As the passion mounted, Jacks hold morphed from one of entrapment to embrace, one arm cradling her head, the other wrapped around her waist. Her hand came to clutch his neck while the fingertips of the other explored the once familiar expanse of his chest. She could feel new ragged bumps on his skin as she brushed over his sea of tattoos and scars. When her hand brushed over her late father's symbol on Jacks right pectoral, she stiffened, pulling her lips from his own.
"Let me go." She softly uttered, the almost desperate protest laced with the barest hint of a sob. Jack stared down at her closed eyelids, brow furrowed with thought.
To call him a 'ladies' man' would be an understatement.
If he pondered long enough (with some added help from a bottle or two of rum) he could probably think of a lass for every port and town in the Caribbean which he had wooed for a time (some even in international locations). Giving stings of pain that stemmed from short 'romances' and even shorter 'playtimes' was no new feat for him.
Yet most lasses, however, moved as quickly as he did from their short tete-a-tetes. He thought it caustically comical and even befitting that the one woman who felt the greatest stings from him gave him the most potent stirrings.
Fix this, commanded his often absent inner voice. He caressed her lovely saddened face with his gaze. Fix this now, said every fiber of his being. The question, of course, was how.
Ah, well, he thought lowering his head, Desperate times and all that… ignoring Angelica's noise of protest, he swiftly captured her in another kiss.
Hellooooooo readers! So sorry for the long wait but here it is! I've decided to stick with my short chapters and yet another one is coming along. Review and I'll give you a hug...a virtual hug?
P.S. By the way my next chapter is going, I'd stop reading if you're against written...smexy scenes...now. You're welcome.