Page 95 of Crashing into Love

“Yes, I do,” Selma confirmed.

The drive back was a short and quiet one, which Selma was grateful for. Still, they were in an SUV this time, sitting in separate seats, so holding hands would’ve been awkward, and Selma didn’t like that they weren’t touching. When they got out of the SUV, Drew took her hand, and they walked into the hotel side by side, still in silence as they headed up in the elevator. Drew unlocked the door for them, letting Selma go in first, and then closed the door behind her.

“If you’ve changed your mind, it’s okay. If you change your mind at any time, it’s okay, too, obviously. I just–”

“Are you nervous?” Selma asked.

“Yes,” Drew replied.

“Shouldn’t I be the more nervous of the two of us?” Selma checked.

“Well, one of us has to keep it together, and it’s apparently not going to be me, so…”

“Then, I’ll repeat what you’ve just told me.” Selma moved her hands inside Drew’s jacket and slid them up to the shoulders, pushing at it until Drew got the idea and let it fall off her body and onto the floor. “If you’ve changed your mind, it’s okay.”

“I haven’t. I just want this to be perfect for you, Selma.”

“It will be.” She removed her own coat and set it on the chair next to them. “It’s with you.”

Drew reached for her then, pulled Selma into her own body, and said, “I’ve wanted this for a while now. When I was at the resort, you were so hot in those business suits. God, that pencil skirt with the slit… had me wanting to do things to you.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Take you into that back office you kept disappearing into, push you up against a wall or a desk, and do all sorts of things to your body so you’d come hard over and over.”

“God, Drew…” Selma uttered and reached for Drew’s shirt, pulling it up and off Drew’s body. “Yes, to all of that.”

“Well, we’re not in that back office, so…”

“We’re here. There’s a wall and a desk.”

“You don’t want slow?” Drew checked. “We should have slow first, right?”

“We should have what we want. What do you want right now?” Selma asked.

“You. All over this room,” Drew replied.

Selma looked into her eyes and then down at the sports bra, which, she’d noticed, Drew pretty much wore all the time. Her nipples were peeking through, and Selma lowered her mouth down to lick one through the fabric.

“Oh, fuck,” Drew let out.

Selma looked back up at her and saw that Drew’s eyes had darkened slightly.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Drew stated, and something seemed to turn on inside her then because she pulled off her sports bra and reached for Selma’s sweater, taking it off next and turning them around until Selma was standing in front of a wall, but not pressed to it. “This okay?” Drew asked.

Selma couldn’t take her eyes off of small but perfect breasts, so she just nodded because she had no idea what Drew was talking about. The next second, Drew’s hands were on Selma’s shirt, taking it off, and Selma was frozen until Drew leaned in and captured her lips. Then, she realized that she needed to move, too.

Drew had an arm against the wall behind Selma, with her palm pressed to it. Selma put a hand on that arm, feeling Drew’s tight muscles and growing wet just thinking about Drew pushing inside her. Drew’s tongue dipped into Selma’s mouth as her other hand deftly unclasped Selma’s bra. Before Selma knew it, that, too, was on the floor, joining the rest of the clothes they’d already lost.

Drew didn’t stop, though, and proceeded to unbutton Selma’s jeans next. Selma realized she’d need to kick her boots off for the jeans to be removed. She began moving her legs until she finally had the shoes off, and Drew must have removed her own at some point because Selma felt a socked foot moving up and down her calf.

When Drew moved her lips to Selma’s neck to suck at the flesh, she pushed her hand inside Selma’s jeans, but over her panties instead of under them.

“Tell me to stop,” she whispered against Selma’s ear.

“I don’t want you to stop,” Selma replied.

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