“Worth it.” Olivia grinned and slipped a fingerful of popcorn in her mouth, her lips already glossy with butter. Margot swallowed a pitiful mewl. She’d never wanted to suck on something so badly in her life.
The commercial ended with a jingle, and Margot faced the screen, heartbeat drowning out the sound of Shirley MacLaine bantering with Jack Lemmon.
Not even five minutes later, Olivia nudged her arm. “Here.”
Margot blinked. Olivia held out her bowl of popcorn. She’d scavenged for the extra-dark pieces, burned and black, pushing them to one side and leaving the pale, golden kernels on the other.
“I know you like the burnt pieces best.” Olivia swayed close, bumping their shoulders together. “Or, you did.”
Something fluttered in her chest, quickly followed by an ache, like pressing on a tender bruise. It hurt, but she couldn’t leave it alone.
“I do.” Margot swallowed hard. “I—not much about my taste has changed.”
Olivia stared, gaze flickering between Margot’s eyes and her mouth.
“Same,” she breathed.
Margot’s heart thundered inside her head, drowning out the sound of the television until it was nothing but static, senseless white noise. She clutched the bowl of popcorn to her chest, the plastic rim pressing into her sternum. “Is there something on my face?”
Olivia’s eyes dipped, her lids lowering and her lashes casting a shadow against the skin beneath her eyes. The perfume of her hair, honeysuckle sweet, clouded Margot’s senses as she leaned in and—since when had Olivia gotten so close? Close enough to make out the blue veins on her eyelids, and admire the slightly crooked line of her nose, the finely formed bow of her lush lips, and the dimple in her chin.
Margot held impossibly still, arms all but vibrating, shaking around the bowl of popcorn in her lap. She couldn’t make herself move; it was the closest to an out-of-body experience she’d ever had, watching as Olivia crept closer, the distance between their faces dwindling.
Olivia exhaled, breath blowing buttery and sweet against Margot’s mouth, a prelude to the press of her lips. Goose bumps broke out along Margot’s skin as Olivia’s lips pillowed against hers, soft and so brief. Before Margot could even shut her eyes, Liv had drawn away, lashes fluttering open, looking into Margot’s eyes, gaze dreamy and—
“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.