Mistakes Were Made(48)

“That’s what I thought,” Erin said, voice low and smirk obvious even with Cassie’s eyes closed.

“Kiss me.” Cassie would’ve liked to think she demanded it, but she was pretty sure she begged. Erin kissed her anyway.

Cassie shuddered. She’d known Erin sitting on her face made her wet—like, obviously—but she hadn’t expected this. She was soaked, Erin pumping her fingers only a few times before adding a third.

“Is this what you wanted?” Erin asked. “Is this why you were sad you hadn’t touched me all day?”

“Yes,” Cassie gasped. She bit the back of her hand to keep from crying out.

“You were thinking of fucking me all day?”

“Fuck, Erin, yes.”

Cassie’s body felt heavy, like it was sinking except for where it was anchored by Erin’s fingers inside of her.

Erin looked fascinated watching her. Cassie had never felt like this during sex, like the other person couldn’t bear to look away. It made her feel powerful even while she felt helpless, completely at the mercy of Erin’s fingers. She smiled, like an experiment, and Erin beamed down at her, almost but not quite losing her rhythm.

Cassie realized then that they were definitely breaking the rules, even Erin’s fake oral-sex-doesn’t-count rule. She hadn’t thought about it before Erin got her hands on her. Cassie was wound up like a goddamn teenage boy—eager and easy—and that Erin wanted to fuck her enough to ignore how her daughter was down the hall shredded the last vestige of Cassie’s self-control. She bit her lip, mostly held in her whine, and came, keeping her eyes open to let Erin watch.

Erin kissed Cassie before she’d finished, body still shaking. Cassie shivered and gasped when Erin pulled her fingers out suddenly. She kissed her again. Erin slid to the side as Cassie tried to catch her breath, but left one leg thrown over Cassie’s and her arm heavy over Cassie’s stomach. This bed could’ve swallowed them whole and Cassie would’ve been fine with it.

“I’ll go in a minute, I swear,” she said. “I’m just not sure I can move my legs right now.”

Erin huffed a laugh and rubbed her face against Cassie’s shoulder. “Don’t be an idiot. Just stay.”

That sobered Cassie pretty quickly.

“Um. But Parker…?”

“Sleeps until noon,” Erin said, and reached to click off the light.

Cassie was glad for the sudden darkness and the way it disguised her smile. Erin read her silence wrong, though.

“If you want to go, by all means sneak down the hallway.” Her voice had no give to it. “Makes more sense to stay if you ask me.”

“I guess if you’re gonna twist my arm,” Cassie said. She was already halfway to sleep, sated and warm.

“As long as you’re not a sleep cuddler,” Erin said as though she weren’t still pressed up against Cassie.

Cassie fell asleep instead of teasing her about it.





Twelve





ERIN


Something was poking into Erin’s ribs, hard and solid and unmoving. She brought her hand up to push it away, but froze upon finding bare skin. She opened her eyes.

Right. Cassie.

Cassie, in her bed. The things Erin had whispered to her last night, three fingers deep. The look on Cassie’s face as Erin crawled over her toward the headboard.

Cassie was turned away, toward the pale light drifting through the window, but Erin hid her smile in the pillow anyway. She caressed Cassie’s elbow instead of moving it so her bones stopped jabbing into Erin’s. The touch roused Cassie. She grabbed Erin’s hand and tugged it over and around her.

Cassie yawned. “G’morning.”

“Morning,” Erin said.

She kissed Cassie’s shoulder then pressed her smile there. Cassie shifted toward her, like somehow their entire bodies against each other wasn’t close enough. Her skin was so warm. Erin’s body hummed.

Erin lifted her head to check the clock on the bedside table. Not quite seven thirty.

“Plenty of time,” she murmured, and kissed Cassie.

Cassie’s mouth fell open more than she kissed back, like she hadn’t been expecting it. Erin reveled in surprising her. She had been predictable, dependable for most of her life. This felt better.

It was different from yesterday. More desperate. They’d clearly moved past the no-fucking-while-Parker-was-in-the-house rule, and Erin was sure she’d feel awful about that any minute, but for now she couldn’t help herself.

That wasn’t the only way it was different.

“You don’t taste like mint.”

Cassie squinted at her. “Are you saying I have morning breath?”

“Did you brush your teeth before coming to kiss me good morning yesterday?”

Cassie’s cheeks went pink, but she held on to her affront. “Of course I did. That’s not weird—it’s polite.”

“So I should go brush my teeth first?” Erin was mostly teasing but admittedly a little nervous she’d made a misstep.

“I didn’t say that.”

Cassie licked into Erin’s mouth, hard and intentional.

“You’re an idiot,” Erin said. She kissed her again, smiling almost too hard to do it properly.