Drop Dead Sexy

“Good. Now let’s dance.”

“Okay,” I replied uncertainly. I had never been overly talented when it came to busting a move, so I was a little alarmed at making a fool out of myself in front of Catcher. Thankfully, the band’s cover of Credence Clearwater Revival’s Rolling on the River turned into the slow tune of Charlie Pride’s So Good When You’re bad.

Catcher snaked his arm around my waist and drew me flush against him. Damn, it felt good being so close to a man again. When the woodsy smell of his cologne filled my nostrils, I shivered. There was something about a delicious smelling man that was like liquid sex to me. I quickly brought my arms up to encircle his neck. My fingers couldn’t help playing with the hair at the base of Catcher’s scalp.

After a few seconds of swaying to the beat, one of Catcher’s hands traveled from my waist to squeeze my buttocks. While he caressed my backside, his hips began to move against mine. As if answering a siren’s call, my hips began to move with Catcher’s, my core rubbing against his growing erection. He swiveled his waist to bring one of his knees between my legs. Catcher brought his lips to mine as our hands ran up and down each other’s bodies. For a minute, I thought we’d been transported into a scene from Dirty Dancing. I expected to see Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey come gyrating by.

When the song ended, Catcher extricated himself from our embrace. “Where are you going?” I panted.

“Bathroom.”

“Now?”

A wicked grin slunk across his face. “Trust me, babe, if I don’t jerk this one out, I won’t last one second when we get to a hotel.”

I’m sure my mouth must’ve made a perfect “O” of surprise because that wasn’t what I was expecting him to say. I realized then I had a choice to make. I could let Catcher go to the bathroom to jerk off, or I could go with him to the bathroom and help him out. It was a whole Jerry Macguire “Help me, help you” kinda thing.

When I finally found my voice, I breathlessly said, “I’ll go with you.

Catcher’s brows shot up in surprise. “What about the ‘no bathrooms’ claim you made earlier?”

I shrugged. “I changed my mind.” With a coy grin, I added, “You changed my mind.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Catcher took me by the hand and led me through the crowd toward the bathroom. Before we got to it, he stopped at a door labeled, “Staff Only”. After glancing left and right, Catcher tested the doorknob. When he found it unlocked, he dragged me inside the dimly lit storage room.

After Catcher closed the door, he locked it. “This okay?”

“Fine.”

The next thing I knew Catcher pounced on me. It took me so off guard that I went reeling back. “Omph,” I muttered when I crashed against one of the racks.

“Are you okay?”

I smiled as I brushed the dust off my ass. “I’m fine. I swear.”

“Sorry about that.” Catcher flashed me a sheepish look. “I got too excited by the prospect of finally getting to fuck you.”

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 fucking chatter. It’s time to get fucking.”

“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.