If the kiss was meant to quell the desire, it only fueled it. His hand slipped into the thick nest of curls at the nape of her neck, warm fingers brushing the cold, pale skin and she shivered at the brief contact. Katherine's back brushed the passenger side door and she pressed herself up against it, to keep herself on her feet. The sensation of his fingers though only slight between her thighs made her tremble with want and she for once felt like the prey instead of the predator she was so used to being. Her fingers clawed into his shirt and she held back the pressing need to rip the cloth open like before and run her hands over the smooth, heated flesh beneath.
He broke the kiss and if she had been human, Katherine would have been left breathless. As it was, her lips parted and she felt herself intake air as if it was 500 years ago when she still had a heart beat. Swallowing, she looked up at him, playful smirk on her lips. "I'm ready when you are," she tempted. Mischievously, she brushed herself up against him. Yeah, he couldn't hide his own desire even in thicker jeans. Reluctantly, she stepped back and took his hand in her own. "Lead the way."