Chapter 10

Hours later, Bella waited for the castle guest to settle in for the night. Slowly, she snuck to the guest quarters to meet Jett. She knocked on Jett's door and it swung open slightly on its own.

Jett smiled to himself, knowing it was her as he looked out the bedroom window. "Come in." He said in a low, deep voice.

"I shouldn't be here," Bella said with a devious grin, pretending to be a little shyly hesitant. The trust was, when did she ever do anything she was supposed to do? If she was told not to it just made her want to even more. It was her defiant nature.

Jett slowly stalked over to her in the dimly lit room. Reaching her, he leaned in to kiss her neck. His lips grazed over her earlobe as his warm breath blew softly against her neck. "But, do you want to be here?"

"Mmm. I do. Jett, why are you doing this?" She pulled back to ensure she found the answer to the question before she fell into his intoxicating presence. He was so hard to resist, and something kept making her come back for more.

"Honestly, I can't explain it. I'm not always so forward. But damn... you do something to me." Jett's eyes fell to her lips, lightly licking the swell of his own. His eyes were deep with need, and Bella couldn't deny that she was having the same lustful thoughts.

Jett turned to walk back to the window, trying to get a little space before he completely lost control. "If Scarlett found out about this, she would kill me," he chuckled.

"I figured. Does she have a crush on you? She says no, but..."

"No. She just really wants to be your friend. She's afraid I'll ruin it for her. She doesn't have a lot of friends because of being the boss's daughter. People think she's a snob, but she just has trouble making friends because of who her dad is."

"Oh. Well, she is my friend. She's nice and I like her a lot. I don't have many friends either, and I want to be her friend. With you... it's different." Bella followed him to the window, pulling herself into his embrace as she looked into his eyes, longing for his kiss. She had never needed so desperately to be with someone, but in Jett's arms, it felt so right. So perfect.

"So... why did you come here? I didn't think you would show up." Jet reached to caress her cheek, breathless and trying to fight the urges building within.

"I can't explain it either. I just needed to be with you. Let's not over-think things. I'm here now." Bella laid her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I'm going to make sure you're glad that you stay." Jett lifted her chin to look into her eyes and Bella instinctively reached up to pull him to her lips. His fingers roamed her body as if she gave him the green light in a street race. His touch sent waves of fire straight to her core. "Stay with me tonight."

"I'm not going anywhere. Jett, I want you."

That was all he needed to hear. He wanted her too. Jett slowly guided her to the bed. As he lifted her shirt, Bella shivered to the sudden chill of the drafty room. She felt her body being lifted with ease and placed on the bed, in awe at how this big powerful man could be so gentle. His tender touch burned passion inside her as his lips followed the trail of his fingertips over her smooth skin. She felt Jett's hands slowly nudging off her pants and his lips following with each slow, deliberate movement. It was like he was learning her every curve and was going to take his slow — sweet time to study every inch.

"So beautiful. I have to taste you."

His mouth grazed across her skin, so softly Bella thought she would float away if Jett didn't take control of her soon. Her body arching to his slow deliberate touch like playing her body to the tune of their heartbeats. As he pulled her clothes free, Bella felt his fingers graze over her breast with the lightest of touch. His fingertips drawing circles down to the soft folds at the hilt of her sex. He entered her with his thick finger with a rocking tease; he watched her hips sway to his touch.

Jett moved between her legs, while his lips fell to the spot he had brought Bella so much pleasure early that evening. With a flick of his tongue, Bella felt like she was going to scream at the intensity of teasing pleasure he gave her. His touch was so slow and intense that her body was screaming to come undone. Each meticulous movement was like he was completely in tune with her body.

"Oh, yes... right there, Jett. Don't stop. That feels so good," she said, as her ragged and panting voice filled the room.

A sly smile came across his face when he saw her head thrown back and her nails dug into the sheets at her sides. "Do you want more? Bella, tell me how you want it." He lapped across her sex again with a teasing flick of his tongue, sending shock-waves of pure ecstasy straight to her core.

A loud moan from deep within escaped over her lips like a plea. "Mmm... Jett. Please. I need more. I need you." She struggled to pull him closer.

"Patience princess."

Jett raised his head and lifted off his shirt, revealing his tone hard body under the moonlight through the open window. Bella bit her lip at the sight of him. He was perfect. Removing his pants, Bella leaned up on her elbows, watching him undress. No man had ever turned her on as much as he did. Here was the man she had fantasized about a thousand times before, ready to take her to places she had only hoped for. She was going to relish in this moment, memorizing every sweet second.

Jett looked up at her expression with a chuckle. "Entertained, princess? I wasn't expecting to put on a show for you."

"I like to watch you. Your body is amazing. My own personal striptease for the infamous Jett Flynn. I'm a lucky girl."

Jett leaned over her, pulling her body to meet his. "Well, let me show you what I can do with it."

"No. Let me show you," she said, with a seductive lick of her lips.

"Those lips are driving me crazy. Don't tease if you don't mean it."

With the stroke of his hand over his slick tip, she knew what he wanted. Bella moved to adjust herself on her knees, looking in his eyes as she took the length of him across her swollen ruby lips. Her hand glided in the same motion, stroking him with long kneading strokes. The length of his hardness almost more than she could take, she compensated with a firm grip at his base, making Jett's eyes fall shut with a viral growl.

"Fuck..." Jett grunted, as his head leaned back, and his hand entwined in her hair. He rocked to the motion as a swirl of her tongue almost made him lose all restraint. "Your mouth feels so good. My Bella. You are my bad girl, aren't you? Enough teasing." He moved away and flipped her quickly as possible to take her from behind.

"Jett, you move me like I'm weightless. Your power is driving me to the edge. Fuck me," she begged.

Grabbed her hair, he pulled slightly making her moan in needy pleasure. His other hand gripping her hip, pushing her body to meet his. "My bad girl princess. How do you want it?" He reached down, rubbing his tip over her slick folds.

"Hard. Now. Please? I can take it. Take me."

He slightly pressed harder and Bella felt the tip of his erection teasing her. He had been so gentle to this point she thought she would explode if he didn't take her now. She pressed harder against him, hoping he would take her hard and fast to bring her over the edge until...

(Knock, knock, knock!)

Who's at the door?