"What else is there?" Katherine replied. "I can't force you to stay".
"You could make me... If you wanted to" he said.
She didn't reply. Tilting her head up to his, she stared back at him and he felt an unwilling twinge of admiration for the way she was handling herself now. A twinge of admiration, yes—and something else, something he didn’t even want to put a name to. Something that had him suddenly moving to close the space between them.
The bath was at her back and Katherine had nowhere to go. He smiled inwardly. So when he put out his hand and looped his fingers behind her neck, she could only stand there and let him look down at her with what she was sure was a mixture of amusement and derision in his eyes.
"How about this?" he suggested, "You could do this". His voice rougher than before, and, before she could anticipate what he was about to do, he’d bent towards her and covered her mouth with his.
Katherine didn’t know how she stopped her legs from buckling beneath her. Out of control —That was the way she felt anytime those long fingers were against her skin. Heat was coming off him in waves, enveloping her in its sensual embrace, and, although she’d determined not to close her eyes, seeing the closeness of his long lashes, the dusky shadow of his jawline, she so much wanted to do so and sink into his kiss.
But how could that be? A moment ago they’d been dumping on one another, and now—now she was letting him touch her, kiss her, push his thigh between her legs as if she wasn’t throbbing there already.
It had to be because she’d been crying, she told herself, trying to rationalize something that refused to be rationalized. She was always twice as emotional when she’d been crying and Jensen knew that very well. Oh, yes, who better? He knew her so well, more than she'd like to admit.
He’d made her cry so many times before… But right now that didn’t seem half as important as it should, and when he said,
"Kitty Kat" right against her mouth, her lips parted on a breath of submission. And then his tongue was in her mouth, sweeping intimately over hers, taking possession with a hunger that was far too appealing.
Jensen trailed his lips across her cheek, savoring the lingering taste of her tears. Her skin was soft, smooth, endlessly fascinating, and he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close against him.
Sanity seemed to have deserted him. The reasons why he’d come here blurred by the depth of his sudden desire. She was like a drug he was addicted to... Could never seem to be able to keep his hands off her.
His hand found the cord of her robe, loosened it, allowing the sides to fall apart. Then he was gazing at full round breasts, their peaks as hard in the flesh as they’d looked outlined beneath the silk.
With heavy-lidded eyes he watched himself cup one swollen globe in his hand, let his thumb rub over the sensitive nipple with an urgency that bordered on violence, and he swore. "Fuck, Kat" he groaned, suspecting even then that he was going to regret this.
But, damn, she was where he wanted her to be, nestled against him, causing him a hard-on that was in danger of giving him a heart attack if he didn’t relieve the pressure soon.
Katherine swayed, her own emotions rushing dangerously close to meltdown.
She couldn’t let him do this, she told herself. If he was really here to end things, she had to get away from him. But when she moaned into his mouth, Jensen sensed she wanted him to go on.
"I'm so sorry, Jensen," Katherine said suddenly, pulling her lips from his. "I don't really want...."
"Talk later, baby," Jensen said, interrupting. "Right now, just feel"
Her robe was off her shoulders now, and, when he swept her up into his arms and carried her into her bedroom, she felt it slip away onto the floor. Then she was on her back on the bed that was still warm from when she’d left it.
Jensen was tearing off his jacket and T-shirt, exposing the muscled strength of his hard brown flesh to her distracted gaze.
He came down beside her, straddling her body with powerful thighs, the revealing bulge of his erection tenting the suddenly tight crotch of his trousers.
"Jensen" she breathed weakly, half in protest, and for an answer he bent and took one straining nipple into his mouth.
It was too much. Katherine couldn’t fight him any more. With Jensen suckling her breast, she was already throbbing with the need for him to touch her in other, wetter, places. She wanted to reach out and stroke him, to trace the line of soft hair that disappeared into his waistband. But when she reached for his zip, he stopped her.
"Soon, Kitty Kat '' he said, shifting back so he could unfasten his trousers and tug them off. "Just not too soon, hmm?" If he’d been wearing any underwear, it disappeared along with his trousers and Katherine could see his manhood rearing proudly from its nest of dark hair. Then he parted her legs and lowered his head, laving her with his tongue until he had her twisting and turning beneath him.
He went straight for her clit. No pretense, no artsy coyness. She gasped. And then, oh wow, he went right for the center of her heat, the briefest of touches so profound she nearly came all over his lips in an instant.
“Ahhhhhh,” she groaned, practiced arms reaching under her hips, establishing his power. Using his forearms, he guided himself to her clit, freeing one hand to touch her there, slipping a finger into her pussy and caressing so that it set off unexpected waves of pleasure. It was like being made love to by a silk mouth.
Her body flushed red and hot, the fire focused on her hot nub as he teased it, slowly growing the release within, entering and pulling back with two perfect fingers.
Her thighs twitched and shook, and she knew she would come like a freight train soon.