Connected Hearts - Four Lesbian Romance Stories (12 page)

“Educated guess,” Drew said. “Just a few miles from here is an elephant seal rookery, and mating peaks around Valentine’s Day.”

A flush warmed Annie’s skin.
I bet they don’t have any trouble seducing their mate.

The waiter slowly approached their table. “Can I bring you anything else?”

Drew looked at Annie. “Want to share a piece of cheesecake?”

Normally, Annie loved cheesecake, but today, the food seemed to get stuck in her dry throat and sit like lead in her stomach. She shook her head. “No, thanks, not for me.”

“Just the bill, please,” Drew said to the waiter. After he walked away, she turned back to Annie. “Are you really okay? You hardly ate anything.”

“I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” What else was she supposed to say?
I’m close to a heart attack because I want to make love to you and have no idea how, but otherwise I’m fine?

Drew cradled Annie’s head with both hands and kissed her forehead, her lips light as a feather against Annie’s skin. “Let me drive and you can nap on the way home.”

Here we go.
Annie took a deep breath. This was phase two of operation seduction. She clutched her wineglass in her trembling hands. “Um ... we’re not driving home today.”

“We’re not?”

“No,” Annie said. “That’s the second part of my surprise. I booked a room at an inn not far from here.”

Drew moved back a few inches to stare at her. “Oh, wow, Annie, that’s wonderful.” She paused. “But ... I have a wine tasting tomorrow morning, and I didn’t bring a toothbrush or pajamas.”

Hopefully, you won’t need pajamas tonight.
“I packed a bag for you, and I got Martin to cover the wine tasting.”

“Wow,” Drew said again. “You really thought this through, hmm?” She caressed Annie’s cheek. “I don’t think anyone ever went to so much trouble to make Valentine’s Day special for me. Thank you.”

“So booking a room was all right?” Unlike Annie, Drew was the laid-back type who went with the flow, but Annie still hadn’t been completely sure Drew would like the unexpected change of plans.

Drew’s thumb brushed over the corner of Annie’s mouth. “Of course it’s all right. With work, the vineyard, and your family and friends getting used to your new relationship, it’s been a busy year so far. It will be nice to spend the night away from everything. Just the two of us, relaxing.”

Relaxing wasn’t what Annie had in mind. Did Drew really not even think of more than just sharing the bed, as they sometimes had when Annie stayed over? Had she gotten so used to just cuddling that her body didn’t ache with need anymore?
Doesn’t she want me?
She searched Drew’s eyes but couldn’t read anything but tenderness.

Annie paid the bill while Drew folded the blanket.

Hand in hand, they strolled along the boardwalk. The murmur of the waves as they lapped at the beach accompanied them north. Annie’s heartbeat seemed to drown out the sounds of their footsteps on the wooden planks. She’d forgotten about the irritating thong while watching the sunset, but now the thin strip of material between her butt cheeks bit into her with every step. In the darkness, she tried to inconspicuously tug the thong into a more comfortable position.

Drew turned her head and chuckled. “Christ, what kind of annoying panties are you wearing?”

Annie snatched her hand away and swallowed. Jake’s words echoed through her mind.
If you show up in sexy underwear, Drew will know what’s up.
Well, maybe it was time to reveal her intentions. At least then this nerve-racking waiting and guessing would be over. She touched the moonstone pendant around her neck for good luck, took a deep breath, and said, “It’s a—”

A raindrop splattered on her nose. Another one hit her glasses.

Annie threw a disbelieving glare up at the sky. It hadn’t rained in weeks, and now of all times ...

The clouds above them burst open. Rain drenched them.

“Run!” Annie shouted.

Drew struggled out of her jacket and held it up over their heads to shelter them both. “Where to?”

“Follow me!” Running on the unfamiliar semi-high heels was a murderous undertaking. Annie struggled not to slip and fall on the wet wood.

Thankfully, the inn was just a few steps away, right across the street from the beach.

The woman behind the front desk took one look at their sodden clothes and quickly checked them in.

Annie’s hands trembled as she fumbled with the key card to unlock the door to their room.

Drew reached around her. Her hands, as steady as always, took over the task. “Take a hot shower,” she said. “That’ll warm you right up.”

Annie wasn’t sure that would stop the trembling.

They rushed into the room, both still breathing hard from their sprint across the boardwalk.

Water dripped from Drew’s hair and made the curls stick to her forehead. She kicked off her shoes and crossed the room with quick steps. Seconds later, she returned with two towels from the bathroom. “Come here.”

When Annie stepped up to her, Drew hung one towel over Annie’s shoulders. She lifted the rain-smeared glasses off Annie’s nose, folded them, and set them on one of the nightstands before she returned to Annie. Gently, she rubbed Annie’s head with the second towel, ignoring her own predicament. “Jesus. You’re wet to the skin. Get out of those clothes. Turn around. I’ll help you with that zipper.”

Annie’s heart hammered in her throat as she turned around. The touch of Drew’s hands against her back made her suck in a breath.

Drew’s hands slid down to Annie’s hips. She peeked around Annie’s shoulders as if to make sure Annie was okay. When Annie nodded, she slid down the zipper. Her fingertips grazed Annie’s damp skin.

Shivering, Annie clutched the dress to her chest.
Come on. You’ve got nothing to hide from Drew.
She wanted Drew to see her even if it was a bit terrifying to expose herself so fully while Drew was still dressed. She let go of the dress and held her breath. Would Drew like her body? Or would she think Annie was too skinny and her breasts too small?

“Go take a show—” Drew’s breath brushed across Annie’s shoulder blades as she exhaled sharply. “Um, Annie? Are you ...?” She cleared her throat. “Are you wearing a thong?”

Annie swallowed and nodded, her back still to Drew. She wanted to say something or take Drew’s hand and drag her to the bed, but her muscles felt as frozen as a block of ice in the Arctic.

“Ah, yes. Avoids the dreaded panty lines if you’re wearing a dress, right?” Drew’s voice sounded husky.

“I ... I didn’t put it on for practical reasons,” Annie said. She hardly recognized her own voice.

For a few moments, the sound of Drew’s breathing stopped behind her. Only the murmur of the ocean and the pattering of the rain drifted in from outside.

“Um, you didn’t?”

Annie shook her head. “I wore it for you.”

The towel Drew had been holding dropped to the floor. “You ... you mean ...?”

Annie nodded and hung her head. “Now it seems like a stupid idea, but I wanted this to be a romantic evening, followed by, well ...” She gave herself a mental shove.
Be an adult and say it.
“The best sex we ever had.” She stared at the towel on the floor. “But I keep ruining everything. I’m just not good at any of this.”

“Annie, please, turn around,” Drew whispered, her voice hoarse.

Gusts of wind drove the rain against the window. Annie shivered and hesitated. Slowly, she turned around, very aware that she was just wearing her thong, her shoes, and the moonstone necklace. She covered her breasts with her hands.

Drew stepped closer, keeping her gaze on Annie’s face. “No negative assumptions about yourself, remember? You didn’t ruin anything.” She reached up and cradled Annie’s cheek in her palm. “Anything can be romantic if you’re with the right person, even getting caught in a downpour with a nervous woman who keeps tugging at her underwear.”

Annie’s cheek heated against Drew’s palm, but she had to smile.

“I had a wonderful time,” Drew said. “But we won’t have sex tonight.”

“Oh.” Had she managed once and for all to turn Drew off? With her hands still covering her breasts, she peeked at Drew. “We won’t?”

“No,” Drew said. Gently, she pulled Annie’s hands away from her body and kissed first one palm, then the other. Her gaze, intense and heated, slid down Annie’s body. “We’ll be making love.”

* * *

Annie’s knees trembled as she followed Drew to the bed. While Drew pulled back the covers, Annie stopped and stared down at the sheets.

Drew turned and regarded her with a worried expression. “You okay?”

Wordlessly, Annie nodded.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t need to, you know? It would still be the most romantic evening of my life, even if we just spend the night holding each other.”

“No, I ...” Annie cleared her throat. “I want to.”

Drew stepped closer and searched her face. “If you change your mind at any time, you just need to say so.”

Annie nodded, but she didn’t plan on taking Drew up on her offer. She had let her nervousness stop her from showing Drew how much she loved her for too long already. “I might need a little guidance,” she said, studying the inn’s carpet.

“I’ll give you as much guidance as you want, sweetheart. Please do the same, okay?”

Was Drew’s voice shaking? Annie looked up. Drew’s eyes were nearly black, darkened by nervousness and desire. For a moment, Annie forgot her own fear. She took Drew’s hand in both of hers and rubbed it with her thumbs. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Drew exhaled. “I’m just nervous because I want this to be good for you.”

“Oh, Jesus. We’re quite the pair.”

Drew smiled. “Yes, we are. We’ll be okay as long as we keep talking to each other.”

Annie nodded and reached for her glasses on the nightstand.

Drew stopped her with a quick touch to her hand. “You won’t need them,” she said, her voice low. “Just focus on what you feel.” She cupped Annie’s face with both hands and brought her lips to Annie’s. She kissed her slowly, leisurely, her lips caressing Annie’s, no tongue involved except for a playful lick here and there.

Sighing against Drew’s mouth, Annie sank into the kiss.

With careful teeth, Drew nibbled on Annie’s bottom lip and teased the corners of her mouth, coaxing her lips apart.

Every bone in Annie’s body seemed to turn into a quivering, jellylike mass. She sank against Drew and clutched at her shoulders to keep herself upright.

Instantly, Drew wrapped both arms around her.

Annie’s bare breasts pressed against the wet fabric of Drew’s blouse, making her aware again that she was nearly naked. She sucked in a breath and jerked back.

“You all right?” Drew whispered against her ear.

The hot breath bathing her ear made Annie shiver. She nodded numbly. “Your ... your shirt. It’s wet and cold as ice.”

“Do you want to help me take it off?”

The thought of feeling Drew’s skin against hers made Annie’s head spin. She nodded.

Drew took Annie’s hands and placed them on her upper chest.

With trembling fingers, Annie tried to work the top button free, fumbling a bit until it finally slipped through the eyelet. Then she moved on to the next button. When she reached the edge of the gray slacks, she pulled the blouse’s tails out.

Drew stood still, her heated gaze following the path of Annie’s hands.

Finally, the blouse parted, revealing a simple white cotton bra.

Drew glanced down at her chest. “If I had known what you had in mind for tonight, I would have worn something a little more—”

Annie grabbed the blouse with both hands and stopped Drew by kissing her. No talking. No thinking. If she started to think about this too much, she would lose her courage. Her hands slid beneath the blouse and discovered the smooth skin of Drew’s sides and back.
So soft.
She needed more. She pushed the fabric back, but instead of falling to the floor, the blouse caught on Drew’s wrists. Groaning, Annie broke the kiss and fumbled with the tiny buttons on the blouse’s sleeves before she finally succeeded in opening them.

Drew nodded down at her slacks. “Want me to ...?”

“No,” Annie said, “I’ll do it.” She loosened the metal buckle on Drew’s belt and pulled the leather free. The rasping of the zipper as she slid it down sounded unbearably loud. She paused to study Drew.

Standing there with her slacks open and without her blouse, Drew looked sexier than anything Annie had ever seen. Annie couldn’t believe she was about to make love to her. She trembled with a mix of nerves and desire.

When Annie hesitated, Drew pushed down her slacks and stepped out of them.

Annie’s gaze drifted over strong shoulders and then down to bra-covered, full breasts.
God, she’s so beautiful.
She loved Drew’s gentle curves, the mix of sturdy muscles and feminine softness. She wanted to see more of Drew. “Can I ...?” Her fingers trembled as she pointed at Drew’s bra.

Biting her lip, Drew nodded.

Annie’s breath came in quick pants. She stepped closer, reached around Drew, and tried to undo the bra’s clasp, but the metal hooks refused to cooperate.

“This takes some practice.” Drew’s voice sounded raspy. “Want me to help?”

Annie nodded.

Drew reached back. One second, then the bra’s straps slid down her toned arms, and the cups fell away.

Even though Annie knew she was staring like a teenaged boy, she couldn’t help herself.

Drew’s breasts were larger than her own and fuller, and like the rest of Drew, they were absolutely breathtaking.

When Annie just stood and stared, Drew took her hand and guided her onto the bed.

Annie sank into the inn’s comfortable pillows, still staring up at Drew.

Drew slid off her panties, climbed up after Annie, and leaned over her on one elbow. She trailed the fingers of one hand through the hair on Annie’s temple and gazed down at her.

Now what?
Annie had dreamed about this moment so many times in the past weeks, but now that she was here with Drew, she wasn’t sure where to start. She wanted to touch her everywhere at once. “I did a lot of research,” she said. Her voice shook. “But now I can’t remember a thing.”