Drop Dead Sexy

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Sure. Go right ahead.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Alone.”

Catcher glanced at Elias and the others. “Agent Solano, while Ms. Sullivan is briefing me, why don’t you talk with the officers?”

Agent Solano nodded. When we stepped into the hallway, I ran into one of the deputies dusting for fingerprints. “That room is clear?” I asked.

“Yep,” he replied, as he moved on to the bathroom.

I took Catcher by the elbow and dragged him into the bedroom. After crossing my arms over my chest, I tilted my head at him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Um, I believe it’s called an investigation.”

“Don’t be a smartass.”

“I was just answering your question.”

“Yeah, well, there’s the fact that you didn’t look too surprised to see me.”

“You ran out on me this morning,” Catcher accused.

I scrunched my brows in confusion. “Yes, I’m aware of that. But what does that have to do with you being here?”

“Everything.”

After throwing my hands up in frustration, I glared at Catcher. “Why must you be so infuriating?”

“Because I don’t like waking up alone after a night of amazing sex.”

“Oh, really well—” I had already started to argue with him, but his reply stopped me cold. “Whether the sex was good is not the issue at the moment,” I argued feebly.

Catcher quirked his brows at me. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but did I not give you—” He paused to wiggle his fingers at me. “Five orgasms over the course of the evening?”

Ah, that would be a yes. Five of the best orgasms of my life actually. I rolled my eyes at him. “You already know the answer to that, so why are you asking me?”

He grinned. “Because I just like to hear you acknowledge it.”

“Fine. You gave me five orgasms. Are you happy now?”

“No. Since my record was seven in one twelve-hour span, I’d like for us to get together again to see if I can beat it.”

I wrinkled my nose at him. “You’re seriously disgusting.”

“And you’re still avoiding the question.”

“You answer mine first.”

Catcher swept his hands to his hips. “Fine. I was working on my case when the call went out about a murder in Taylorsville. When I heard the name Olivia Sullivan mentioned, I had ulterior motives in volunteering to help out Agent Solano and his team.” When he took a step towards me, I eased back until I bumped against the door. “The truth is I wanted to see you again.”

“Because you’ve always been the first to run out after a one-night stand,” I countered.

He shook his head. “Because I had a good time with you last night.”

I couldn’t tell him I had the best sex of my life last night. The same went for telling him what a good time I’d had with him outside of the storeroom and Holiday Inn bedroom I could, but it would only encourage him. There wasn’t any joking in his expression either. I knew that face. Did he really want more? With me?

As my traitorous heart soared at his words, I gave a resigned sigh. “Last night was wonderful. It really was. But let’s acknowledge what it was—a one-night stand.” When he started to argue, I held up a hand to silence him. “I will always be grateful to you for ending my sex drought, but there’s really nothing more.”

“Bullshit.”

“Excuse me?”

Catcher closed the gap between us, causing me to shrink back against the door. Suddenly, he was just too close, too built, and too sexy. If I didn’t get out of there soon, I was going to end up mauling him for more sex.

“You and I both know that we had a good time outside of the sex,” he stated determinedly.

“I usually don’t rate dates on whether or not we win a bar fight.”

Catcher’s blue eyes flared. “You can’t blame a groping redneck and hillbilly brawl on me. And deep down, you know that’s not what made last night memorable. It was me fucking you up against the storeroom rack and then all over the hotel room.”

At a knock on the door, I covered Catcher’s mouth with my hand. “Yes?” I questioned weakly.

“Oh, I was looking for Agent Mains,” Agent Solano said.

Catcher removed my hand from his mouth. “I’m in here, E.”

“Look. I’m going to take Agent Capshaw and do a perimeter check.”

“Sounds good,” Catcher replied. At the sound of Agent Solano’s retreating footsteps, Catcher pressed against me. “There’s not just a spark between us. There’s a full-on raging inferno.” He rolled his hips against mine. “Don’t put it out.”

It took everything within me not to attack his face with my lips and tongue. And I do mean every ounce of self-control. The man smelled mouth-wateringly delicious. The heat rolling off his body singed my exposed skin. I wanted to melt my body against him. Sans clothes. The truth was I didn’t know why I was fighting him. Something within me just screamed “Caution” like one of those annoying flashing yellow lights.