As Zebel finished asking about a drink, Keith put his massive hand on her hip, he leaned in and gave her one more passionate kiss. His free hand slid up her spine, starting tantaliyzingly close to her ass and cupped the back of her neck, his fingers running through her hair. Keith had never been a great kisser when he tried, but when he let his instinct take over it was a different story. He seemed to know exactly what a woman wanted when he just let go and let it happen. He broke the kiss very reluctantly, his lips leaving hers almost painfully as he acknowledged what she said about them needing to be on their toes. His heart was pounding and he felt dizzy<br/><br/>"I-I . . ." Keith couldn't find words. He slowly back away, his hands dragging a bit as he finally turned around to make them drinks. He was shaking and his breath was ragged, it clearly took effort to break that contact.