If someone had told him six months ago that he was going to be in his Kitchen with Katie Bell, he'd have laughed. Or punched them ... depending on his mood. He didn't know what it was that drew them together or even how it worked. By all rights, things between them should have fizzled out already. They were nothing alike and he didn't believe the "opposites attract" nonsense. He supposed they were both aware of how different they were and that's why it worked. He tried not to think about it too much, continue to let it run it's course they way it was going to. Over-thinking it just complicated matters. Just going with it was easier.
It wasn't difficult for him to just let go of his thoughts and be completely distracted by the delights of her body; the scent, the sight, the feel. All of it drew him him, urge him to tease her further and draw more breathy moans and pleas. He wanted to hear her say she needed him. He wanted to be the one to give her more. He never looked too closely at such desires, but they were there, regardless.
He was of no mind to deny her what she wanted. Relenting he gave her exactly what she wanted, effectively setting the pace for the rest of their evening.