Page 94 of Crashing into Love

“I remember.”

“Oh, right. I already told you that. It’s weird because we talk all the time, but I haven’t seen you in a couple of weeks, so…”

Was it only Selma’s imagination, or was Drew a little bit nervous right now? She’d been that way instead of her usual, confident self since Selma had told her that she was ready for them to take the next step in their relationship. Earlier, back at the hotel, after Selma had freshened up in the bathroom, she’d walked back out to Drew spilling a little champagne on the table instead of in the glass. Then, when they’d sat on the bed and ate some food from the cheese plate, Drew had missed her mouth twice. Selma hadn’t laughed because it had been adorable, but she’d wanted to. Somehow, she had Drew more nervous than even she was, and she was the one who hadn’t done this before.

“I was asking more about how it had felt yesterday since you trained on it and we didn’t really talked about it last night.” Selma took a drink of her iced water, chewing on a piece of ice, needing it to help cool her down a little because she’d been dreaming about touching Drew and Drew touching her, well, for years now.

She hadn’t told Drew that she’d done the same thing that Drew had done and confessed to her the other night, but she had. She’d touched herself repeatedly after their phone calls and had gotten herself off with the thought of Drew on top of her, stroking her inside, licking her between her legs, and she had to cross her legs under the table to keep herself together because not only did she want Drew; it had been a while. It had been a long while since she’d last had sex, and while her ex had been a good guy – the best in bed, he hadn’t been, even though he’d tried and hadn’t ever been impatient about it when it had taken her time to come. Sometimes, she’d also faked it and felt guilty, but he’d been trying so hard, and nothing was happening for her.

As she was just looking at Drew right now, though, Selma knew that if she touched herself, she would come in a few seconds. She also had a feeling that whenever Drew actually touched her, she’d make her come; and it wouldn’t be a small orgasm that she’d barely feel, either. Somehow, Selma knew that when Drew made her come, it would be explosive.

“It was fine yesterday,” Drew replied.

“What was fine?”

“My knee. The thing you just asked me about.” Drew lifted an eyebrow at her. “You okay over there?”

Selma had been caught, so she decided to embrace it and see if she could make Drew nervous again. She leaned over the table and dragged her index finger along Drew’s forearm.

“No, I’m not, actually.”

“You’re not? Is your food not–”

“I’m done with my food. Are you?” she asked, repeating the motion with her finger as Drew watched on.

“Yeah, I’m good. Did you… I mean… Dessert?”

“No,” Selma replied, shaking her head. “I want you.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“As… your dessert?”

“Yes,” Selma repeated.

“Oh,” Drew said.

“Can we get the check and get out of here, please?” Selma asked, turning Drew’s hand over now and putting her own into it. “If you don’t want to, we don’t–”

“I want to,” Drew interrupted and raised her hand in the air for the waiter to see from where he was standing by the bar. “Yes. Let’s get out of here.”

Selma ran her fingertip over the inside of Drew’s wrist. She now felt more confident about this decision, making love with Drew, than she did about the fact that she was one of the best snowboarders in the world.

“Can we get our check, please?” Drew asked when the waiter approached.

“Here you go,” Selma added.

Drew looked shocked then because Selma had her credit card held out. She’d only brought that and her ID, along with her phone and the extra room key that Drew had given her, because she hadn’t wanted to carry a bag with her.

“You don’t need the check?” he asked, taking the card from her.

“Nope. Just put it on that. Thanks,” Selma replied.

He walked off.

“You really want to get out of here,” Drew noted.

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