Robin’s ever-so-slight touch was making Micky’s head spin. Her words didn’t really register, though Micky got the gist of them. She mainly focused on the no-strings-attached bit.
“I will gladly be your starter woman,” Robin added, then curled her fingers around Micky’s wrist.
There’s arrogance and then there’s this. But inside, Micky warred with her obvious attraction to Robin, and all that had just been said. Micky wasn’t exactly looking for anything serious either. She was just… looking. But could she really be coldly pragmatic about this? Because what Robin was doing, if she was reading this situation right, was blatantly propositioning her.
“I’m going to have to think about that.” Micky bought herself some time. “Perhaps over a second date.”
A waitress approached their table. “Can I interest you ladies in the dessert menu?” She didn’t seem to notice that Robin’s fingers were curled around Micky’s wrist, but her sudden presence made Micky break out into a cold sweat.
Micky didn’t know if she wanted to flee the scene and process this date in tipsy solitude, or prolong it and see what would happen.
“We’ll have a look,” Robin said, and only removed her fingers when the waitress handed them the menus.
It was as though Micky could only then take a deep breath and try to find a little of her old self again. But there was also that instant desire to feel Robin’s hand on hers again.
“I’m not really hungry anymore,” Micky said, looking into Robin’s eyes.
“My place is very close. We can have a nightcap there.” Robin’s stare was unwavering.
If Micky hadn’t been sitting, she surely would have gone weak at the knees. Was this really happening? She could hardly ask if Robin was suggesting a one-night stand, but that was how Micky was interpreting the situation. Was she even considering it? Was she that sort of person? Figuring out what kind of person she was had been part of the purpose of this date. Micky tried to conjure up Amber’s voice. She should go to the bathroom and call her, ask for her best friend’s advice. But this wasn’t up to Amber. It was high time for Micky to start making her own decisions anyway. What this particular decision boiled down to at this very moment was how attracted she was to Robin and how much she wanted to be with her.
An undeniable amount, Micky concluded. “Okay,” she said, and sealed her fate.
CHAPTER SEVEN
On the way to her apartment, Robin had made small talk, and Micky had nervously tried to engage in it, but so much was running through her head. If she was actually going to go through with this, she would need that nightcap.
“Whiskey, brandy, or something sweeter?” Robin asked after escorting Micky up to her loftlike home.
“The stronger, the better.” Micky was holding on to the back of a chair while looking around the place, but automatically, her gaze was pulled back to Robin.
Robin smiled and took a step in her direction. “It’s perfectly normal to be nervous.” Then she leaned over and whispered in Micky’s ear, “As long as you’re also very aroused.”
Arousal wasn’t the problem. In some shape or form, Micky had been dreaming about a moment like this for a very long time. But, perhaps, she had hoped for a bit more romance to accompany it. For it to mean something more in the end than this ever could. She remembered Amber’s words. You’re not looking for someone else to marry at this point. Micky gave an uncomfortable chuckle.
“We can have a second date.” Robin raised her voice back to speaking level. “There’s no rush, no obligations, no expectations.” She grabbed for Micky’s hand again. “I want you to be comfortable and, more than anything, to enjoy yourself.”
The hand grab, and how it shot an arrow of pure, unmistakable lust up Micky’s spine, made her decide. Why not have her first time with a woman be with someone as sure of herself as Robin?
Micky reached for Robin’s neck and pulled her close. “I want you,” she said. “Forget about the drink. Take me to bed.”
Robin put her free hand on the back of Micky’s head and kissed her on the lips.
Despite having imagined a moment like this a million times, and for much longer than Micky felt comfortable admitting to herself, this was the first time Micky’s lips had met another woman’s in a kiss. And what a woman Robin was. There was strength in the grasp of her hands around Micky’s neck, but also tenderness.
Micky remembered how ridiculous she believed Robin to have looked in her CrossFit socks, but realized now that, more than ridiculous, Robin had looked smoking hot. Now, Micky was about to lay eyes and hands on that smoking hot body.