Drop Dead Sexy

“Would you take an orgasm instead?”

I brought a finger to my chin in thought. “I guess that will have to do.”

Catcher surprised me by flicking his tongue against my *. When I gripped his shoulders tightly and thrust my hips forward, he tilted his head at me. “You want to rethink that response.”

I bit down on my lip and nodded my head, causing Catcher to chuckle. “Come on. Let’s get in the shower.”

When he rose up off the mattress, his hands slipped around me to find my zipper. With a quick tug, he had the zipper down my back. His fingers came to the spaghetti straps on the dress. He pulled them down my arms, exposing my breasts. My nipples instantly hardened under his heated gaze.

He must’ve grown impatient because the next thing I knew he was jerking the dress off my hips and down my thighs. When it lay on the floor, he stepped back to look at me. “Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured.

Warmth spilled across my cheeks and filled my core at his words and stare. I’d never had a man, least of all one I barely knew, make me feel so desired before. “I think it’s your turn now.”

Catcher grinned. “Ready to see me unveiled in all my glory?”

I laughed. “Yes. I am.”

“I promise I’ll live up to the fantasy in your mind.”

With a roll of my eyes, I brought my hands to loosen his tie. “If you’re not careful, we won’t be able to fit that big head of yours in this room.”

“I know where another big head of mine fits snug and tight,” he replied.

My gaze flew up to his. “You’re an egomaniac.” Of course, I did love his dirty-talking mouth.

“Admit it. My big head felt really good in your tight *.” His voice had dropped into that warm, husky tone again. The one that had both me and my vagina mesmerized. Like he was holding a swinging watch before us and hypnotizing us while saying You’re getting very horny.

“I suppose it did,” I answered as I unbuttoned his shirt.

“Ha, you suppose.” Catcher dipped his head to where his breath scorched against my ear. “You and I both know how good you liked it. Your * had my cock in a death vise.”

After unbuckling and sliding off his belt, I put the ends together and cracked it. “You should be spanked for the way you’re talking to me.”

Lust burned bright in Catcher’s blue eyes. “Hmm, you like a little S&M?”

I didn’t want to admit to Catcher the closest I’d gotten to whips and chains was the time in undergrad when I tagged along on a call to Club 1740 in Atlanta where a seventy-year-old dude had a heart attack after being hogtied and whipped. Since the guy had been a regular, he’d gone out doing what he’d loved, but at the same time, it was slightly horrifying to his children that their dad wasn’t vanilla and had croaked in a sex club.

So I shrugged. “Maybe.”

Catcher captured my chin between his fingers and tsked at me. “You’re lying through your teeth.”

Damn him and his GBI body language training. “Fine. I’ve been a hundred percent vanilla in my sex life. Happy?”

With a grin, Catcher said, “Don’t feel bad, babe. It’s not like I’m Master Mains, and I’m going to whip out a flogger. I don’t need embellishment when I fuck. Now, if you wanna blindfold me or tie me up, I’m all for it.”

“That’s good to know.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?” I asked as I slid his pants off his delectable ass.

“Do you want someone to tie you up and blindfold you?”

“Maybe…the blindfold more than the tying up.” I wrinkled my nose. “I’d have to really know and trust a person before I let them tie me up.”

“I think that’s part of the whole BDSM idea thing. You know, trust and consent. I know I sure as hell wouldn’t let just anyone tie me up.”

“I’m glad you’re good with just sticking with the basics.”

“As long as I get to stick it in you, I’m good,” Catcher teased with a grin.

“You’re impossible,” I muttered.

“Impossibly well endowed.”

I laughed as I smacked his impossibly defined six pack. “Enough with the innuendo.” My thumbs dipped into the waistband of his briefs. I tugged them down over his hips and legs. Once they were on the floor, I swept my gaze to his package. Although I had already seen and felt his masterful dick, I couldn’t help admiring it once again.

It soon began to swell under my appreciative gaze. “There you go getting the big head again,” I teased.

Catcher laughed. “It can’t help himself. When a lady looks at him the way you were, he has to show his appreciation.”

Using my index finger, I tapped the bobbing erection. “You’re going to have to be patient and let me get cleaned up before I show you any more attention.” Then when I realized what I had just done, I swept my hand over my eyes. “Oh my God, you’ve got me talking to your dick.”

“Don’t feel bad. I talk to him a lot.”

I peeked at him through my fingers. “You do?”

“Sure. Don’t you ever talk to yours?”

“Well, since I don’t have a penis, that would be no.”

Catcher rolled his eyes. “Not a dick, your *.”