She was stunned. He could tell. Her body became as inflexible as a flagpole and she stopped breathing. He didn't let her non participation deter him, however. His tongue dipped into her mouth, then withdrew, again and again.
Katherine let out a strangled gasp before she raised her hands to clutch his arms. He tasted of whisky and danger. An altogether intoxicatingly adult mix. Had he been drinking? She wondered. But the thought didn't last long in her head as Jensen continued to explore her mouth.
She was aware of how hard Jensen's chest felt against hers, how it made her breasts tingle and swell against her dress. His mouth was hard and ruthless, punishing her and expertly seeking a response so that he could humiliate her some more. Katherine knew in some distant part of her brain exactly what was happening, but that part of her brain seemed to be disconnected from her body and her mouth.
"Kat" Jensen whispered. As he spoke her name the fingers of one hand threaded into her thick silky hair as the other wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer to him. She had to drop this. She thought.
"Jensen stop!" she said when he released her lips for a second, but his mouth took hers again and she knew, with a frantic silent scream, that the magic was still there. She couldn't evade him, there was nowhere to go, and, bent over her as he was, his body had trapped her more securely than any chains. The kiss shot through the nerve-endings all over her body in an explosion of sensation, molding, drawing her, emptying her of everything but him; She tried to fight it, to jerk her head away, but he was too strong for her and then, as the kiss became deeper and he plundered that intimate territory she had never given to anyone else but him, she didn't want to resist. The dizzy, helpless submission his passion had always induced rose like a phoenix from the ashes, sensual, powerful, accelerating her heartbeat and causing her to strain towards him, reveling in the feel, the smell of him as he fitted her into his body until she could feel every inch of his hard frame.
She couldn't believe she had been without the touch, the feel of him for weeks. Like an addict who thought she had conquered the habit only to find its pull stronger than ever, she shuddered desperately against him, his obvious arousal firing her to new heights of ecstasy.
He seemed gripped by the same sort of madness, murmuring incoherently against the softness of her mouth, his lips moving frantically over her face and throat as his body trembled against hers, a storm of pent up emotion devouring the long lean body until the tremors that were shaking his limbs reached through to hers.
"You're mine, you're still mine, you'll always be mine...". He said. As his voice, urgent and filled with a mad exultation, pierced the spinning whirlwind that had her in its grip, she froze in his arms, a biting wave of humiliation and shame breaking over her head and draining the color from her face.
Returning to her lips, he angled his head and kissed her deeper than before. Heat and lust concentrated in his loins. Oh how much he had missed her. He groaned over the intensity of the ache, the potency of the pleasure. He dropped one hand to her ass and lifted her front against his. His erection nestled in her cleft. He rubbed it against her. She moaned.
His other hand moved to her breast. It was firm, full and perfect. Everything about her was perfect. Her nipple responded to a stroke of his thumb. He wanted to put his mouth to it, even through her clothes, and he lowered his head to do so.
"No," Katherine said. She wasn't sure she wanted to go down this road with him again. Especially now that she wasn't thinking straight because of her father's condition and her emotions were all over the place.
She backed away from him so quickly that she stumbled, lost her balance, and careened into the far wall. She folded her arms across her chest and moved her hands up and down her arms as though trying to scrub them clean. Her eyes were so round that white showed all around the alarming dark irises.
"No. Please. Jensen. No" she said. "I can't. We can't do this..."
Flabbergasted, Jensen took a step toward her. "Katherine, I.." he began.
"Don't touch me. Don't" Her voice rose to a hysterical pitch, and she thrust a hand out in front of her to stave him off.
Jensen raided his hands in a sign of surrender. "Okay. Okay" he said. "I won't. I won't touch you. I swear"
He had never seen her like this. Something was wrong with her. He just knew. He could see it in her eyes.
"You don't have to be afraid of me, Kat,
" he said. "You are not afraid of me. Are you, Kat?"
She shook her head. "No I'm not," she said softly.
"Okay. It's cool, right?" he asked. "Now stop looking at me like that and let's talk.
Katherine nodded. She stopped rubbing her hands up and down her arms, but kept them crossed over her chest. Her eyes looked lost and sad. She was definitely not okay. Jensen knew that.
"You are not okay. Are you, Kat?" he asked.
Katherine simply nodded in agreement.
"What's wrong?" Jensen asked. "You don't look good. Your eyes look really tired and sad. When I came in you were having a terrible nightmare. When did that start?"
"Since I found out about my dad," she said.
"That long huh" Jensen said. "Have you told anyone about it?"
"No" Katherine replied, as her eyes grew misty and she let the tears fall. Not bothering to hold back now. She just couldn't anymore. "But the dreams, they freak me out so bad. I usually see my dad... And it's like he's been pulled into this big black hole.... He looks like he's in a lot of pain. And whenever I see him like that, I try to help him. But I can't no matter how hard I try."