Oh, Dean had so much more control over the vampire than Katherine would ever admit to. His warm hands bled into the cold, thin layer of skin covering her small hips and she shivered, goosebumps, against her will, dotted her skin. How as it that he could do that? Bring her trembling to him with a simple roll of his hips and the sensation of his fingers on her skin. Katherine swallowed, watching as he undid the zipper of her jeans and tugged the waist down. A slow smirk formed on her lips and shimmed out of her too tight jeans. They joined the growing piles of clothes in the backseat.
"Maybe you should make sure I don't forget..." she purred against his ear. Her mouth moved, finding his own, and she kissed him hard. Her fingers slid along the contours of his perfect stomach and chest, eventually finding their way down to the waist band of his jeans and she popped the button. Slowly, she tugged down the zipper and eagerly slipped her hand inside. The warmth from him immediately seeped through to her palm and she playfully, rather mischievously, rubbed him. "Mm." Katherine took his hands and put them on bare hips, skimming her lacy panties with the finger tips and bringing them down further, settling them between her thighs and the growing dampness inside.
"Yeah, I think I forgot it. What's you name again?" she teased with a devious smile. "I screamed it, but I can't really remember. Maybe you should make me do it again to make sure I don't forget this time."