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Innocent Angel, Part 9

Isabella flopped across her bed. She had so much adrenaline pumping through her. Jet and her had a celebratory toast with her parents and her brother and future sister in law. She was still buzzing and she just couldn't calm herself down. She was all ready for bed, but she didn't want to sleep yet. She knocked on the connecting door to his room. "Jet?"

Jet lifted his head from his pillow. He had been debating if he should tell her now, when he knew that she would be wearing that outfit of hers. He had also just ordered a triple supreme chocolate brownie sundae.  He swung his legs over the side of the bed and leaned against the door. "Yes, Izzy?"

"Could you meet me outside on the balcony?"

He hesitated. "Sure." He picked up his bowl again and went outside. He sat down on the huge chaise, waiting for her to appear.

She smiled as she came and sat down next to him. "I can't sleep just yet. I'm too…"

Jet removed his eyes from her figure, but couldn't help but smile at her words. "I know. I feel the same way. I can't sleep either. I ordered I sundae instead."

"What kind?" Isabella asked as she looked at it.

"Triple supreme chocolate brownie sundae."

"It looks yummy. Could I try some?"

He looked at her with surprise. "You've never had this before?"

She shook her head. "No, I usually prefer vanilla type sundaes."

The spoon dug into the luscious dessert. He held it up to her. "Here you go."

Isabella grasped his wrist and leaned forwards, taking the chocolate dessert into her mouth. She closed her eyes. "Mmm… that was really good."

All he could do was stare at her mouth. It caused him to mentally slap himself again. "I've been doing that a lot lately. It has to stop before I drive myself to the brink of insanity."  He cleared his throat awkwardly. "I take it that you like it."

She nodded her head. "Very much. Could I have another bite?"

He handed her the spoon. "Knock yourself out, just leave some for me."

"You're a sweetheart."

Jet rolled his eyes and handed her the bowl. He watched her out of the corner of his eye with supreme fascination each time she licked the spoon. "Damn, does she have to do that?"

Isabella looked out of the corner of her eye and found him looking at her. A small smile tilted up the corner of her mouth. "Yes?"

A flush spread across his face. "Nothing." He looked down at the bowl. "You going to give that back?"

"Maybe."

"Izzy…"

"I said maybe."

"Than how come I don't trust you?"

"Because I'm still holding the bowl and the spoon."

"Can I have it back?"

A smirk crossed her lips. "How much does this mean to you?"

Jet frowned. "A lot. Don't make me take it from you."

She pouted prettily. "You wouldn't."

"Try me. When it comes to chocolate, I'm dead serious."

Isabella sighed and handed him back the bowl, but still had the spoon. She licked the remnants of brownie and chocolate off of it.

Jet's eyes tried not to follow what she was doing. "Spoon?" he asked hoarsely.

"Here," she sighed again and handed him the spoon. She leaned back on the cushions and stared out across the moonlit water. "It's a beautiful night."

He raised his eyes from his sundae. "It is."

Isabella looked back at the bowl. There was only a little left. "Could I finish it?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No, Izzy."

"Pretty please with sugar on top?"

He wished he hadn't looked at her this time. Her eyes were wide and her lips were pouting again. She was leaning forwards against his arm. He could feel the warmth radiating off her skin. "No." He took two bites of the sundae, only leaving a little left. He held it up in front of him and looked back at her. "Do you want it that badly?"

Isabella nodded her head. "Yes."

A reluctant sigh escaped his lips. "You can have the last bite."

"Oh thank you, thank you." She grasped his wrist in her hand again and closed her eyes as she took the last bit from the spoon. "That was so good."

"I really wish she wouldn't do that. It makes it even harder not to think about…" He shoved the thought away before he got a mental image of it. He looked up at her and wished he hadn't. They were too close.

Isabella blinked her eyes once as she stared into the deep coffee eyes in front of her. She could feel the heat of his skin. "Come on, what the hell are you waiting for! Kiss me!"

The temptation was killing him. He could act on it or go insane. "Kiss her, you dope! What the hell are you waiting for! You know you want to and she's right there! She's expecting it!"  He tried to block out what his mind was screaming at him, but his body was already acting before he could squash the impulse. He leaned forwards. His nose brushed against hers.

Her breath caught in her throat as soon as their noses touched. Her eyes slid closed as his breath brushed against her lips. She involuntarily ran her tongue across her bottom lip.

Jet's eyes caught her action and hesitated.

She peeked one eye open. "That's it. I'm taking this over." She placed her hands on either side of his face and pressed her lips against his."

For a moment, he was startled. His eyes remained open for a split second before closing. "Her lips are so…" He set the bowl down on table in front of them. The touch was electrifying. He slowly slid his hands around her waist, drawing her closer.

"Finally. And he's not pulling away." Her hands curled around the back of his neck. Her heart was pounding in her ears as his lips moved softly against hers.

"Am I crazy or what? This feels so good and I don't want to stop. I could go on kissing her forever."  His fingers traced the outline of her spine through her shirt. Letting his hormones have some control, he pressed his tongue against the seam of her lips.

Isabella parted her lips eagerly, pressing her tongue against his. A pleased whimper vibrated in her throat.

The sound reached his ears. His arms pulled her tighter until she was pressed completely against him. The feel of her tongue sliding over his, made his blood roar in his veins. His one hand traveled up her back and encountered her smooth skin. He indulged himself in tracing circles on her flesh. "This is exactly what I thought her skin would feel like."

She couldn't get enough. Each touch of his fingers against her skin was setting off shockwaves of pure sensation through her. She slid her hands from around his neck, down to his arms before they traveled under the sleeves of his shirt to his shoulders.

Stunned by her action, he pulled his mouth away from hers. His breathing was harsh and loud. He watched as her eyes fluttered open. They had that dazed look in them. "Izzy?"

Isabella blinked a few times. His face was just inches away from hers. "Jet?" She didn't remove her hands from his arms.

"What are you…" He trailed off, swallowing hard.

"I'm touching you…" She wetted her lips again. "I want to…touch you. I want you…to…"

Jet wasn't sure what was happening. It was becoming a rush. "What do you…"

"I want you to take your shirt off."

He was struck by her request. He stared at her, but the feel of her hands and the way that she looked was making in near impossible for him to think coherently. Warning bells were sounding in his brain, but they sounded so far away and so out of place. He released his hold on her and tugged his shirt over his head.

Isabella didn't think he would do it, but he did and the acres of bronzed skin were now in sight. She didn't say anything, but reached out her hand and touched it lightly to the center of his chest. "He feels so incredibly hot." Her eyes rose to his as she placed her other hand next to her other one and with deliberateness, she ran them over him.

Jet's breath caught in his throat. There was a look in her eyes that he hadn't seen before. It was a look that he didn't think angels could get. It was desire. Chills ran down his back. Her touch felt so innocent and yet, it wasn't. He let his eyes wander over her. He wanted to touch the skin above the lacey neckline of her tank. He felt her hands glide over his stomach. It was getting to be too much. His arms snaked around her waist and hauled her against him, crushing his mouth against hers.

Blue gray eyes flew open, but gradually closed. Her arms twined themselves around his neck. The feel of his tongue driving into her mouth was setting off primitive sensations throughout her body.

His fingers found their way into her hair, threading through the thick platinum blond strands and twisting them about his fingers. "She tastes like the chocolate, but so much sweeter."

Isabella could feel her heart threaten to burst though her ribs. She pressed herself against him even more until she could feel his heart pounding against hers.

A growl was emitted from his throat as her cloth-covered breasts came into contact with his bare chest.

Tingles ran down her back when she heard him.

Jet left her mouth and trailed kisses across her cheek to her ear. He nipped it lightly.

A chord of heat speared through her. Her fingers dug into his neck. "Oh wow."

His mouth slid down her neck. All he was thinking was how good she tasted and all the times he had fantasized about doing this.

"His mouth is so hot. It feels like its burning my skin." She tilted her head to the side, allowing him better access.

A hand found its way under the back of her tank. "Her skin feels just like warm satin."  His fingertips delicately traced her vertebra as his open mouth slid down the side of her neck now, sucking softly.

Each time the suction was applied, tremors raced through her. It was at the base of her neck now. Her legs slid restlessly over his lap.

He growled again at the touch making him apply more suction to the curve her neck.

Isabella gasped at the increased suction.

Jet moved his lips from that spot and worked his way across to the base of her throat. Her pulse fluttered against his lips. He pulled her onto his lap and leaned her against his arm.

Her head fell back as his tongue pressed against her. "I never want this feeling to end."

His hand ran down her arm to rest on her waist. His mouth dared to trek lower. The warning alarms were blaring loudly in his ears now.

A shiver ran through her as she felt his rapid breath coming down her cleavage. Her breasts tightened in response. "…Oh, Jet…"

The sound of his name popped him out of his hormonal trance. He suddenly realized what he was doing and what he was about to do when he opened his eyes and was level with her cleavage. "What the hell are you doing? Her father and brother are in rooms down the hall!" He leaned up and looked down at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were swollen from being kissed.

Isabella opened her eyes and looked up at him. She frowned. "What's wrong?"

He clenched his eyes shut. "This is wrong. What I was doing and about do is wrong." He gently pushed her off his lap until she was sitting back on the cushions. "I can't." He stood up and braced his hands on the railing. The Mediterranean breeze did little to cool his ardor. He raked a hand through his hair. "I won't do this. I can't do this to myself. I can't…"

Her frown turned into a scowl. "You can't what? Kiss a seventeen-year-old girl because she's too pure and innocent. Stop putting me on a pedestal. I don't like it! Don't treat me like a little girl when I'm not!"

Jet turned to face her. He had never seen her look angry before. Her eyes had darkened like storm clouds over the mountains and her mouth was set in a tight thin line. "Izzy…"

"Don't you, Izzy me, Chang Jet! Do I look like a little girl to you! Do I?"

He stared at her with her eyes flashing and her hands fisted at her sides. "No, you don't, but you're seventeen and I'm…"

"You're twenty! So what! I don't know why you have such a hang up over our age difference! I'm no different than any other woman! Why can't you see that! Why can't any of you men see that?" she snapped furiously.

"Because it's hard not to, that's why!" he snapped back. "You're the youngest of us all! Every one of us have watched you grow up and maybe treating and believing you to be that little girl has made sure that none of us ever laid a hand on you!"

"Mira is only a year older than me! Why don't you guys treat her the same way?"

"Because she's different than you. You have that air of purity around you, she doesn't. That's what makes us treat you differently than her. It's not wholly because of you age, Isabella."

"Do I still look like that little girl, Jet? You couldn't kiss me like that unless you saw me as something else," she said in a quieter tone.

He was at a loss for words. He scraped his teeth over his lips. He could still taste her there. His eyes traveled over her moonstruck hair to her angelic face, down his eyes went to the body that clearly to a woman, not the little girl he had tried so hard to convince himself that she was. He raised his eyes back to hers. "No. You're most defiantly not that little girl. And you're right; I couldn't kiss you like that and still think it. I wanted you to be through. It kept my hands off of you when all I've wanted to do for the past month is have them all over you."

Isabella's lips parted on an intake of breath.

"Every time I looked at you, I wanted to kiss you, but I always told myself no. I felt so confused. I had always told myself that any of the girls that I grew up with were off limits no matter what. But you…you did something to me. I don't know what it was, but I couldn't get you out of my mind since David and Kellie's wedding."

A smile began to tug at the corners of her lips. "You couldn't stop thinking about me?"

"No, I couldn't." A slight smile of his own began to tug at the corners of his mouth. "I was thinking of telling you after you sang that night, but then that whole mess that Ver's in got in, the way and your brothers and you father started watching me like a hawk."

"It's understandable. Every one of you with an unmarried sister started watching unrelated members with such suspicion. And no father wants an pregnant daughter out of wedlock." Isabella stood up and leaned against the railing next to him. "I feel bad for Veronica. And Vaughn being so smitten with her…"

"Vaughn's always been smitten with her even when he was going around flirting with Randy and having his hands all over her. I feel bad for Ver too. She doesn't need this."

"Is that what stopped you from telling me than?"

"Yes. I wanted to believe that it was a sign that I wasn't supposed to tell you and that I wasn't supposed to have the chance to tell you what I was feeling. It was supposed to be wrong."

"And now?"

Jet turned and looked into her eyes. "Part of me wants it to be wrong, but I know it's right. Kissing you wasn't wrong."

Isabella gazed at him steadily. "So, what do you feel for me? Besides that healthy dose of lust?"

He flushed. "I…well…I think…I think I'm in love with you…No, I am in love with you."

A full smile creased her lips. "You're in love with me?"

Jet couldn't believe how much better he felt. The weight of not saying anything was lifted from around his neck. "Yes, I'm in love with you." He smiled back at her. "So, how do you feel about me? Besides a healthy dose of lust?"

"That I'm in love with you."

Her quietly spoken words made his smile grow even broader. His had slid over hers on the railing. "You're in love with me."

"I've been for a very long time," she admitted as her fingers threaded through his.

He laughed as he looked down at her. "So now what?"

"You could kiss me again."

"That doesn't sound too hard."

"Nope," she laughed as his arms slipped around her and their lips melded in a long kiss.

A/N: Happy? Now, how will Trowa and Miles take to all of this? Stay tuned for more coming soon! XOXO!!