Keith was trying to think clearly but his mind was becoming hazzy. He gently caressed her breast, his heart skyrocketing and super heating him. His left hand came to her face and held in gently. Words were beginning to form on his lips, as he was going to admit his thoughts. He leaned in and gave her a slow, passionate kiss as he moved his hand over her mound, touching it everywhere. His finger found her nipple and seemed to stay there, his palm on the underside of her breast.<br/><br/>"I imagine us doing more all the time . . . It's not silly . . ." He couldn't find more words to speak, so he let his actions do the talking. Keith's left hand slid down the side of Zebel's body, and then under the shirt, resting on her hip. He broke the kiss and then lowered his mouth to her neck. He gave her feather light kisses right on her jugular vein