Drop Dead Sexy(50)

I raised my hand to cup his cheek. “You know, you were kind of a Neanderthal back there, which is terribly unattractive to a feminist like me.” When he started to protest, I put my finger over his lips. “But by the same token, I’ve never had a man who cared enough about me to be so aggressively possessive. And God help me, I liked it. I liked it a lot.”

A smirk curved on Catcher’s face. “You did, huh?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well, that’s just who I am, babe. An overly possessive alpha male that borders on being a caveman.” With a grunt, he brought his hands to my breasts. “Mine.”

I laughed as I pushed his hands away. “Stop before someone sees us.”

“If you think storeroom sex is hot, you should try al-fresco-hospital-parking-lot-sex.”

“No thank you. The last thing I need is to be involved in a sex scandal. That would be the final straw for my mother.”

Catcher laughed as he started around the side of the hearse. “Fine. I’ll be a gentleman and preserve your virtuous reputation.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” I replied with a grin.



When we got back to the funeral home, Catcher surprised me by following Mr. Delaney and me to the door. “What?” he asked at what must’ve been my shocked expression.

“Nothing. I just thought you would probably wait in your car for me.”

“No way. I want to see the inside of your place.”

I laughed. “My place is five minutes down the road. This is just where I work.”

“You grew up here though, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Can I see your teenage bedroom?”

“Why on earth would you want to see that?”

“In a way it would be like an anthropological dig. I could see who you were back in the day.”

“Trust me, you wouldn’t find it interesting.”

Catcher waggled his eyebrows. “The part where I fantasized about a young, curious girl discovering herself would be.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Ew, that’s disgusting.”

“My fantasy or you getting yourself off?”

“The fantasy.”

“Ah, so you’re admitting that you got yourself off back then.”

Ignoring him, I unlocked the back door and pushed the gurney inside. “Oh come on, Liv. Be a big girl and admit that you diddled yourself back in the day. Buttering your biscuit as a teenager is nothing to be ashamed of. I was twelve the first time I spanked the monkey.”

I glared at him over my shoulder. “Would you please have some respect for the dead? I don’t think it’s too much to ask for the words “diddled” and “spanked the monkey” not to be spoken around Mr. Delaney.”

Catcher grinned. “Ha, that’s just an excuse to avoid the question.”

“Whatever,” I mumbled. After easing Mr. Delaney into the first prep room, I walked into the second prep room to turn up the freezer. I would keep him on ice tonight until I could talk to his family or next of kin about their wishes for burial or cremation. Once the temperature was adjusted, I opened the freezer door and leaned in to see the fan had started cooling.

The next thing I knew Catcher grabbed me by the waist and jerked me back against his hard body…and his hard cock. He buried his head in the crook of my shoulder and licked a fiery path from my collarbone up to my ear. “What the hell are you doing?” I demanded.

“I would think it would be self-explanatory that I want to f*ck you.”

“H-Here? N-Now?”

“Hell yes.”

One of Catcher’s hands slid up my ribcage to cup my breast. My traitorous body instantly responded to his touch. “Do you have some kind of necrophilia fetish that you haven’t told me about?” I asked as I tried to ignore my hardening nipple.

He chuckled. “No, babe, I don’t. It’s more about the fact when you leaned over just now, I not only got a fabulous view of your ass, but you’re wearing those sexy-as-f*ck thigh highs.”

“So it’s a pantyhose specific fetish you have?”

I gasped as Catcher’s other hand dipped between my legs. “Yeah, it is.”

Since the funeral home was empty without any visitations and Mr. Delaney was hanging out in the other room, I decided to give in and have hot, dirty sex. Catcher’s sexts from earlier coupled with the way he had kissed me in my foyer had been like an extended foreplay through the evening. I reached behind me, cupping the growing erection in Catcher’s pants. He groaned into my ear.

Just as I started working him over his slacks, he whirled me around. His hands came to the buttons on my blouse. After fumbling unsuccessfully for a few seconds, he jerked the fabric apart. I gasped as the buttons went flying through the air. I narrowed my eyes at him. “You ruined my shirt.”

“I’ll make it up to you with an extra orgasm.”

I grinned. “Deal.”

My bra was jerked away with the same desperation as my shirt. Catcher dipped me back as his mouth closed over one of my nipples. “Hmm,” I moaned, my hands jerking through his hair. God, the man had a mouth like a Hoover. When his lips went to my other nipple, his hands slid down my ribcage and came to the hem of my skirt. He jerked it up over my waist before tearing my panties down my thighs.