Evangeline McKenna has won Jack Sparrow's heart. Now, as she joins him again on his beloved Pearl, outside forces threaten to tear them-and everyone else-apart. The crew teams up with new and old forces to defeat a wealthy man in London who wants no...
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Geline looked herself over in the rust-tinged mirror, only able to see her face. She pinched her cheeks a few times, hoping for some color to rise in them. She was nervous, and she felt her heart in her throat. Placing her hands on either side of the boudoir, she took a deep breath. In through her nose and out through barely parted lips. Jack would hopefully see every part of her tonight, every inch if he wanted. In turn, that meant she would see every part of him, and the excitement and anxiety over it all swam around in her head.
She pushed herself away from the boudoir and began to pace but stopped in the middle of the room as the latch to the door clicked. Jack sauntered in and smiled at her, slowly closing the door behind him.
"Hello, darling," he said, "What have ya been up to all on your lonesome?"
He crossed the room as he lazily removed his hat and tossed it onto the small table against the wall. He slid his jacket off and laid it across the corner chair along with his effects.
"Waiting for you."
He promptly removed his boots and stretched before making his way to her.
"Well, here I am," he whispered, kissing her softly. "I missed ya."
"Good."
He kissed her again, slowly and with purpose. She moaned his name against his lips, and as his hand found her waist, he pulled her in closer with sounds of pleasure.
"Ya can't say my name like that," he said between kisses.
"Jack," She teased, letting his name roll off her tongue, enveloped in a breathy sigh.
He closed his eyes and growled low, his grip tightening. She let out a gasp at his force.
"Darling, I'm warning ya. If we continue these little bouts of passion, I'll lose me mind."
She placed a finger against his lips and traced them, his hot breath warming her skin. His eyes widened, and her hand fell to his chest where his heart beat against her palm. Her fingers lightly tugged at the top button of his shirt, and before she could undo it, Jack restrained her hand. His hold on her was tight as if he were afraid of what would happen should he let go.
"Evangeline," he warned again, his voice low.
She looked up at him, placing her hand on his cheek.
"What if I am inclined to ask for more than a little bout of passion?" She wanted to sound sure of herself, to sound seductive in her own way.
Jack's mouth fell open, and his eyebrow raised high in question and shock.
"What exactly do ya mean by more?"
The shy, quiet Evangeline wanted to reach for her curls out of nervousness through her fear of sounding immature. But she looked him in the eyes with a sense of womanhood she had not felt before.
