Mistakes Were Made(11)

Her reasons didn’t really matter, though. Not when Cassie’s tongue was wet and warm enough to melt everything in its way. She kissed like she’d never been worried she wasn’t good at it. Erin tried to keep up, tried to do everything she’d done last night that made Cassie gasp. Kissing her way down Cassie’s jaw worked just as well today.

“We shouldn’t fuck in here,” Cassie said like that would convince Erin of the opposite.

Erin laughed against Cassie’s neck. “We’re not going to.”

She’d decided that already. She could only make so many bad decisions during a single a cappella concert. Thinking of the concert reminded her that they needed to be back sooner rather than later. She dug her teeth into the thin skin over Cassie’s collarbone. Cassie let out a whimper—it should’ve been illegal how hot that was.

Cassie’s hands tightened their grip on Erin’s hips and she pivoted them, switching positions, pushing Erin back against the counter for once. Erin lifted herself up onto it and Cassie stepped between her legs. She kissed her. And kissed her and kissed her and kissed her. It felt like everything they’d done last night turned upside down. Erin was the one on the counter, and they weren’t moving too fast; they weren’t moving fast at all. Cassie’s fingernails were scratching softly against Erin’s scalp while she explored just how Erin liked to be kissed. That must’ve been what she was doing, anyway—fast then slow, wet turned to chaste, deep to teasing.

Erin liked it all.

And no, they weren’t going to fuck in this bathroom, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t take this a little bit further.

“Ca—ah—” Erin broke off when Cassie bit at her jaw. “Cassie?”

“Mm-hmm?” She bit again.

Erin shuddered, and she felt Cassie’s responding grin against the side of her face.

“Wasn’t there something you wanted to do?” When it didn’t seem to click, Erin added: “Next time?”

Cassie tugged Erin’s shirt over her head before Erin could blink.

She stared at Erin’s chest, jaw slack and eyes hungry, and suddenly the needlessly sexy and somewhat uncomfortable bra was totally worth it. Cassie’s fingers made quick work of the back clasp, and then Erin was fully topless. She almost shrunk back, aware of the harsh fluorescent lights and the decade and a half she had on the woman in front of her. But Cassie just stared some more, the saliva clicking in her throat when she swallowed.

“Fuck, you’ve got nice tits,” she breathed.

She’d said it last night, too, but it felt more real now. Erin believed it now. Cassie’s hands cupped her, squeezing more gently than Erin would’ve liked, but before she could instruct her any differently, Cassie’s lips were on her. She rolled one nipple between her thumb and forefinger and sucked the other into her mouth.

Erin tried not to gasp. “Fuck.”

“Glad you wore a shirt this time,” Cassie said, but the words were muffled from the way she didn’t take her mouth off Erin’s skin to say them. “Easier access.”

“I thought you’d appreciate it,” Erin said before she thought better of it.

Cassie bit down, and Erin’s head dropped back, thumping into the mirror. Cassie swirled her tongue gently, her hand coming up to cradle the back of Erin’s head.

Erin hadn’t meant to say anything. She hadn’t meant to tip her hand quite so obviously. Now Cassie knew this wasn’t so much something that just happened as it was something Erin had thought about.

Maybe this had been inevitable from the moment Erin had decided to wear a shirt instead of a dress. Maybe it had been inevitable from the moment Cassie had started flirting this morning.

Cassie marked her. Erin hadn’t had a hickey since well before the divorce, but Cassie was leaving them now. Sucking and biting and soothing the sting with her tongue. She had enough sense to keep her mouth low, only on skin that would be covered when Erin put her shirt back on.

Erin got a hand in Cassie’s hair. The braid came out of its elastic, and Erin threaded her fingers through the loose ponytail. When Cassie sucked a hickey too high on Erin’s chest, Erin tugged. Cassie moaned, and Erin swore she felt it on her clit.

One of Cassie’s hands had worked its way between Erin’s ass and the counter. She slid it around to the button on Erin’s jeans. Erin caught Cassie’s wrist and kissed along her jaw.

“We’re not doing that.” She sucked right beneath Cassie’s ear, considered leaving marks of her own.

“Erin—” Cassie broke off as Erin bit at the tendon standing out on her neck.

Erin had to stop. She had to get her mouth off Cassie’s skin while she still could. She took a deep breath and pressed their foreheads together.

“I’m serious,” she said with her eyes closed. “We should get back.”

Cassie bumped her nose against Erin’s. “I thought we weren’t worrying about what we should and shouldn’t do.”

Erin laughed, gently enough that it was mostly breath. She pulled back. Cassie’s pupils were blown wide. Her lips were swollen, her hair sex-mussed. Erin wanted to mess it up further. She thought about her kid instead.

“You’ve got to point out the girl Parker has a crush on, remember?”

Mentioning Parker did its job. Cassie stepped back.