finish what she had started, reaching down to scoop her up in his powerful arms. He lifted her without effort, his strength more evident now than ever before. This time Kailee didn't fight it, letting herself curl up against the warmth of his chest as he took her inside the bar to his office.
Part of her couldn't believe things were moving this quickly between them, that they had gone from kissing the night before, to what was about to happen. She could only hope that her instincts were right, that Jet was one of the good guys, for there was no turning back now. The demands from her body were too great to deny.
That didn't mean she had to give in right away. Regaining a meagre portion of her courage, she stopped him before he lay her back onto the couch along the wall. Putting her feet on the floor, hands pressed against his chest, she looked up at him.
"Kiss me," she whispered breathlessly, needing to feel what she had felt the night before.
She got it.
When his lips touched hers a shock of static electricity and emotion surged through her all at once, overwhelming her senses. Even her bear was caught up in the rush, momentarily subsiding in its calls for her to get to the good part already. Wobbly legs almost gave way, and if it wasn't for the thick, strong arms of Jet grasping her tightly, she would have collapsed into a puddle in front of him.
"More," he demanded when she pulled away to try and regain her senses. He didn't wait for her to say anything, tilting his head to the side as he kissed her again, the urgency of his desire rising, flowing through him and into her. Warm, thick, honey built between her legs as did the throbbing coming from her clit as it pulsed its wants and needs through her entire body.
A moan escaped her lips as she parted them, his tongue and hers hungrily attacking each other with barely restrained fury. She was descending into a baser version of herself, Kailee knew, letting her hormones do whatever talking needed to be done. It had been so long since a man had made her blood burn like Jet did. His hard cock was firmly pressed against her stomach now, and she desperately wanted to feel him slide it in her, filling her wet cunt with its steel-like hardness.
"Take me, Jet. Take me now, I can't wait any longer," she begged him, her eyes full of desire as she looked deep into his hazel orbs.
"With pleasure," he murmured into her ear, his hands finding her shirt and tugging it over her head.
She felt a sudden surge of distress as he began to disrobe her, all her fears of inadequacy and low self-esteem flooding back as he slowly undid the clasps on her bra, his lips tenderly kissing the side of her neck at the same time. It was normally something that drove her wild, but here and now, baring herself to him for the first time, she felt the fire within her go abruptly cold.
"Hey, what is it? Did I do something wrong?"
Jet had noticed the change in her almost instantly, and he was now straightening up, looking at her intensely. She desperately wanted to tell him that it wasn't him, that he hadn't done anything wrong, except be attracted to her. The words failed her, and she simply stood there mute, her mind frozen as different sides of herself warred internally while her arms clasped themselves over her bare chest, hiding the large mounds from his view.
Then, gently, so utterly gently, he grasped her hands. She looked down in shock at the renewed contact. Even simple handholding seemed to fan the embers within her even if they were still far dimmer than before. He began to move her hands, but she resisted him.
The growl that came from his throat was not one of anger, simply one of warning. He was telling her to back off, that this was his decision to make and not hers. Kailee remained unmoving, not willing to give in, but her bear was back in tune with his now, and it surged forward, overwhelming her defenses. Against her desire, she let him move her arms away now, exposing all of her