Count Your Lucky Stars (Written in the Stars, #3)(36)

“Fuck.”

Olivia laughed, and something about that sound cracked Margot wide open. Before she knew what she was doing she had one hand wrapped around the back of Olivia’s neck, her bowl of popcorn toppling to the floor. She drew Olivia close and kept her there, sealing her mouth over Olivia’s, swallowing the little gasp that escaped her lips.

This was a bad idea, but Margot was—fuck, she was weak and she wanted. Wanted Olivia’s hands in her hair and Olivia’s mouth on her neck and Olivia’s body pressed snug against hers. She wanted and she craved and fuck it, maybe she was greedy, too.

But it was hard to remember all the reasons why wanting was wrong when Olivia’s mouth opened under hers, tongue sneaking out and dragging against the seam of Margot’s lips in the slowest, sweetest torture, offering herself up for the taking.





Chapter Ten




Margot’s hand slipped under Olivia’s sweater, thumbs skimming the skin of Olivia’s waist then brushing the very bottom of her rib cage, making her shiver. A muffled moan escaped her parted lips because, God, it had been years since a kiss had made Olivia feel this way, this hot, this achy, this desperate and out of control like she had to have more. Not a want but a need, up there with breathing.

Palms dragging against Olivia’s skin, Margot squeezed her hips and pulled her closer until their knees bumped, and Olivia was forced to clutch at Margot’s shoulders for balance. Margot tore her mouth from Olivia’s, lips skimming over her chin, her jaw, trailing kisses to the sensitive patch of skin right beneath her ear, making Olivia shiver and squirm atop the couch, her nails biting into Margot’s sweater.

Olivia swallowed hard, breath coming in fast, shallow pants. “Should we—should we talk about this?”

“You want to talk?” Margot nipped the lobe of Olivia’s ear, and she whimpered. “Right now?”

Margot pressed a kiss to the hinge of Olivia’s jaw, tongue darting out to taste her skin.

“I don’t—um.” Olivia’s breath shuddered from between her lips. “Maybe?”

This felt like something they should address. Something they should talk about. Make sure they were both on the same page. But it was so hard to think with Margot touching her, Margot’s mouth on her neck, fingers grazing the skin of her stomach, thumbs flirting with the underwire of her bra before dragging down, down, down, and slipping beneath the waist of her skirt, teasing as they dipped under the lace band of her panties. Close.

“I can talk,” Margot whispered against her skin, nose sliding along Olivia’s jaw. “I can tell you about how last night, I got myself off thinking about spreading your thighs and taking you apart with my tongue. How wet I got remembering how you taste and how when I slipped my fingers inside myself I pretended they were yours.” Margot’s right hand slid out from under Olivia’s cardigan and ghosted over Olivia’s wrist, where her pulse stuttered and sped, tangling their fingers together. Margot’s thumb brushed the back of Olivia’s hand, a gentle sweep along the back of her knuckles. Olivia’s breath caught in the back of her throat. “I can tell you about how hard I came, clenching around my fingers, thinking about how I made you soak your sheets.”

“Fuck,” Olivia whimpered, pulse throbbing between her legs, heavy and insistent.

Margot’s lips curved, a hot puff of air escaping, damp against Olivia’s neck. “Want me to keep talking?”

This was so far from the talking Olivia had meant, but she couldn’t bring herself to mind. Not when Margot was whispering hot and dirty in her ear.

“Please,” Olivia murmured.

Margot hummed, fingers of the hand still beneath Olivia’s cardigan sliding higher, curving around the side of Olivia’s body, over her ribs, brushing the bottom of her breast. Margot’s thumb grazed Olivia’s nipple through the thin lace of her bra. Her teeth nipped at Olivia’s ear at the same time as she pinched her nipple, making Olivia gasp, her thighs clenching together. “Is this okay?”

She pinched harder and Olivia whined, squirming. Olivia lifted a trembling hand from Margot’s shoulder and tangled it in her hair.

“God, yes.” She panted. “Please. Don’t stop. Keep talking.”

“You’re so soft, Liv,” Margot whispered, hand still cupping Olivia’s breast. “And you’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Yeah?”

Both Margot’s brows rose as she leaned back, fingers drawing teasing circles over Olivia’s lace-covered skin, causing Olivia to openly shiver. The corners of Margot’s mouth curled in obvious delight. “Yeah.” Her tongue darted, wetting her bottom lip, and her dark eyes swept over Olivia’s face, a flash of something that looked like insecurity flickering within them. “Do you want to go to my room?”

Olivia’s tongue was thick, stuck to the roof of her mouth. “Yeah. Yes.”

One hundred percent, absolutely, unequivocally yes.

A shy smile tugged at the corners of Margot’s mouth, her face flushed pink. “I had my annual appointment last month. Everything came back negative, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

Olivia’s heart thudded hard against her sternum. “Um, same. I mean, not last month. I got tested after . . . you know.” She didn’t want to talk about Brad right now. “And I haven’t been with anyone since, either.”