Drop Dead Sexy(13)

After glancing at the folders in front of him, I tilted my head in thought. “I’m thinking some form of law enforcement or maybe the military since you mentioned your training.”

Catcher flashed me that panty-scorching grin again. “You’re right. I’m an agent with the GBI aka Georgia Bureau of Investigation.”

“Wow, that must be an interesting job.”

“It keeps me on my toes.”

I motioned to the folders. “What brings you out this way?”

“Ah, see, that’s confidential,” he replied, before taking the folders and putting them in his briefcase.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is it one of those ‘if you told me you’d have to kill me’ kinda things?”

“Maybe. And I sure don’t want to kill you. Especially before I got to f*ck you and make you scream my name.”

My mouth gaped open at him once again being so brazen. “Um, okay,” I replied.

“Don’t play the prude with me, Olivia. We both know that you came in here on a search mission for cock.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re t-talking about,” I replied as I shifted in my seat.

Catcher snorted before taking another swig of his beer. “Babe, I could see right through you the moment you walked through the door. But hey, I get it. Just because you’re a woman, it doesn’t mean you don’t have needs. I’m sure as hell not going to judge you for saving face by coming to some dive where no one knows you to get your dick.”

I gulped down two sips of my drink before I responded. “Okay, you’re right. I came here to get…” Somehow I just couldn’t seem to say it aloud.

“Fucked, laid, banged, bonked, nailed, ridden, screwed—”

I held my hand up. “Yes, that pretty much covers it.”

Catcher scooted his chair closer up to the table. “Just how long has it been?”

I glanced down at my hands in my lap. “A while.”

“How long is ‘a while’?”

Chewing on my bottom lip, I debated whether to be honest with Catcher. I already dealt with the day-to-day embarrassment of my lack of a love life. I didn’t want him judging me as some kind of frigid weirdo. “Can’t we just leave it at awhile and call it a day?”

“We could. But I’d also like to know what I’m getting into.”

I jerked my gaze up to glare at him. “I can assure you it’s not so bad that you’re going to have to sandblast open my vagina, okay?”

Catcher appeared to be fighting a smile. “That’s not exactly what I was alluding to.”

“Sure it wasn’t.”

He reached over and took my hand. “You’re right that I was somewhat addressing your vagina, but it’s not what you think. If it’s been a long time, then I know I’ll need to take some time with the foreplay. I can’t just go plowing into you like I want unless you’re ready for me.”

I furrowed my brows at him. It had been a long, long time since I’d been in a bar or part of the hook-up scene. The last time a guy spoke this frank to me was in college, and I just assumed his bluntness was part of his immaturity. When it came down to the nitty gritty, did all men talk this way?

“Thanks…I think.”

He dipped his head closer to mine. “Stop thinking so much. Let me and your body make the decisions.”

“I can try.”

Catcher’s closeness, coupled with his sexy smile, ignited a wildfire between my legs. I pressed my thighs together to try to put it out.

“First thing we’re going to do is loosen you up.”

“Considering the conversation we’ve just had, I think I’m loose enough.”

I sucked in a breath at the feel of Catcher’s warm hand clenching down on the skin of my exposed thigh. He shook his head. “Talking about something and actually doing it are two separate things. And I’m only talking about one or two drinks. The last thing I want is you plastered.”

“Wouldn’t that make it easier?”

“Hell, no. I want you to enjoy every second of this. After all, you’ve more than earned it.”

“You’re right. I have.”

“Good.” Catcher then took my arm and led me out of my chair. We weaved our way through the crowd over to the bar. Catcher waved the bartender over. After slapping a twenty on the bar, Catcher said, “Give us two shots of tequila, please.”

“You got it.”

“I guess I should’ve checked first to make sure you liked tequila,” Catcher said as the bartender poured our shots.

“I would have let you know.”

Catcher grinned. “Yeah, I thought so. You don’t impress me as the type of girl to suffer in silence about anything.”

I jerked my chin up. “I speak my mind if that’s what you’re alluding to.”

“As well as not taking any shit from anyone.”

I couldn’t help laughing at his summation. “That, too.”

When the bartender set our shots in front of us, Catcher lifted his. “To speaking your mind and not taking anyone’s bullshit.”

I lifted my glass. “Here, here.”

Catcher clinked our glasses together and then motioned for me to drink. “Ladies first,” he insisted.