Drop Dead Sexy(15)

My confidence, which had initially been bolstered by the tequila, began to wane, and now a feeling of inadequacy began creeping in. “You sure are getting your hopes up that sex with me is going to be good.”

“I just call it as I see it.”

“I wish I shared your confidence,” I mumbled.

Catcher swept my hair out of my face. “Olivia Sullivan, are you wet for me?”

I blinked at few times in disbelief at his question. “Y-Yes.”

“Dripping wet?” Since my panties were soaked, I nodded. “So I’ve already managed to turn you on enough to get wet?”

“Oh yes.”

“For me, there’s nothing that makes sex good like a woman who is hot for me—who wants me mind, body, and soul.”

As Catcher once again held me in his hypnotic stare, I said, “I’m seriously on fire for you.”

He grinned. “Good. Now enough f*cking chatter. It’s time to get f*cking.”

“Um, okay.”

Catcher dipped his head to kiss me. Within seconds, his mouth had consumed mine. All the heat from out on the dance floor fanned back to life. As Catcher licked and nipped at my neck, one of his hands kneaded my breast. When he reached for the hem of my dress, I suddenly had an overpowering flashback of being with Eric. The desire that had been racing through my body was soon replaced with panic. Catcher noticed the shift in my mood because he lifted his head to look at me.

“What’s wrong, Liv?”

I plastered a smile on my face. “Nothing.”

He quirked his brows at me. “Bullshit. You just went from scorching to frigid in the span of a minute.”

“You said no more chatter.” Since I desperately needed to change the subject, I reached out to cup his erection over his pants. Catcher groaned and closed his eyes. “Kiss me again,” I demanded.

Catcher brought his mouth to mine in a punishing lip-lock. This time when he shoved the hem of my dress up to my waist, I didn’t protest. His hand delved between my legs, causing me to moan. He began to furiously work me over my thong.

He jerked the fabric aside and thrust two fingers into my wet walls. My head thumped against the back of the rack, causing a bunch of Jack Daniels bottles to rattle. “Oh God,” I murmured.

As Catcher’s fingers worked their magic, he buried his head in my cleavage. He sucked and licked the tops of my breasts before using his other hand to push the material down and expose my breast. My nipple, which was already pebbled, grew even harder. When his mouth closed over it, I cried out and fisted my hands into his hair.

But even as my body surged with sexual energy, I couldn’t push away the worry that gnawed at me. “Catcher?” I breathlessly panted.

“Yeah, babe,” he replied, his warm breath fanning across my breast.

“Have you had a physical in the last few months?”

After giving my nipple a hard tug with his mouth, he pulled away to gaze up at me. “Is this when you start worrying if I’m clean? You can push that thought right on out of your pretty little head because I can assure you I wrap my shit up each and every time?”

“No, no. I was wondering about your general health.”

Catcher gave me a funny look. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, did your heart sound okay? Like no abnormalities?”

He pushed himself up to face me. “Why do you want to know?”

“I was just curious.”

“You were about sixty seconds away from me stroking you to an orgasm, and you were suddenly curious about my ticker?”

“Look. It might sound stupid to you, but I need to know before we do this.”

“Why could you possibly need to know?”

“Because I killed the last guy I was with!”

The moment the words escaped my lips, I clamped my hands over my mouth and shook my head wildly back and forth. “I can’t believe I just said that,” I mumbled behind my hand.

“What do you mean you killed the last guy you were with?”

I quickly related Eric’s story in a few sentences. When I finished, I finally dared myself to look at Catcher. I expected at any moment for him to run like hell away from me. Or to laugh. But instead, he gave me a sincere smile. “So that’s why you closed up shop?” When I nodded, he cupped my face with his hands. “Olivia Sullivan, I do believe you are unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I’m really sorry that happened to you, and it is totally understandable why you would be afraid about having sex again. But I want to assure you that I’m healthy as a horse. My last physical was two months ago, and I was given a clean bill of health.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“Now that you know I’m able-bodied for sexual activity, can I make you come?”

I blinked at him in surprise. “You mean after all that, you still want to have sex with me?”

Catcher grinned as he rolled his hips against mine. I gasped when I felt his hard length pressed against my core. “Does that answer your question?”

“Oh yeah,” I panted. His hot cock touching me more than answered that question. It sent my battered and bruised self-esteem rising up to do a victory dance.

Once again my dress was pushed up over my hips while Catcher’s masterful fingers dipped inside me. It didn’t take long for him to get back to where we had been before. Suddenly, I felt like I had been running a marathon, my body weak from exhaustion, as the finish line loomed in the distance. It was all just too overwhelming. Then the hands and mouth of a man were too much for my neglected body and *. For the first time in six years, I came because of someone else. As my walls contracted around Catcher’s fingers, I cried out a string of curse words. In my mind, I crossed the finish line with my arms raised in victory.