Hand splayed on Jason's massive chest, Elizabeth felt the strong masculine beat of him on her fingertips.

"Does your heart always beat as fast as when I touch you?" She asked, as her mouth crashed down on his neck, tasting the skin there.

"Is your skin always this soft?" Jason asked her, as his hand moved under her shirt, chasing the length of her back, with rough hands that were meant for work.

"God, you feel so good." Elizabeth moaned against his ear, rubbing her body against his firmer one.

"Could you love me even though I'm damaged?" He asked, pulling her shirt above her head and then throwing it on the ground. Elizabeth didn't miss the emotion that coated his voice, nor the slight shake of his hands as he cupped her breasts.

"I love you now, and you're not damaged." She said truthfully, pulling his face down to her to lay a sweet set of kisses over his face, leading to his mouth.

"I'm a bad man, Elizabeth. I'll only hurt you." He breathed, trying to maintain the sense of control that was slowly diminishing. The room was hot, the air slowly left their lungs as they kissed into oblivion, but neither seemed to noticed.

"I've been hurt before." She teased, drawing lazy circles on his skin.

"I'm serious." He choked, when she grabbed his butt. Losing almost all sense of space and time, he rocked against her.

"You're incredible, Jason. Nothing or no one can make me turn from you." She whispered, as he lowered her to her bed. A bed she shared with a man she barely recognized anymore.

"What about your husband?" He asked, relying heavily on his forearms to keep his weight off of her.

"What he doesn't know..." She drawled, taking his mouth once again.

"That's just it, I want him to know. God, I want the whole world to know. Elizabeth, you'll never know what you mean to me." He whispered, stroking her cheek.

"Not tonight Jason, I can't get into this now." She sighed frustrated.

"Then when?" He tried not to let his anger take him over, after all this was the woman he loved. The woman he had been sneaking around with for months behind her husbands back.

Running her fingers through his short blonde hair, she cut to the chase. "Can't tonight just be enough?"

"I can never get enough, you know that." He persisted. The fear and shame and male pride welled up inside of him and as hard as he tried, every time they met like this, he couldn't help but beg her to for once to choose him.

"I can only give you tonight." She breathed, trying to fight back the tears that were so close to the surface.

He kissed her hard and deeply. He had to take it. As much as he loved her, he knew they would never be together and he didn't have the killer inside him that he thought he did to off Lucky. Oh he'd take it, just so he could have some small part of her to get him through the lonely nights until they could meet again under the veil of the moon.

It was slow, and sinful lovemaking of the best kind: forbidden. Theirs was a dance so rehearsed yet with a new passion each time that even though she would never be his, he knew he would always be the one whose song she heard.

As they lay together, huddled in a mess of limbs, he gently brushed the hair from her face and kissed her temple lightly so he wouldn't disturb her. If only she could give him every night.