Olivia stepped closer, stopping when their toes bumped, both wearing socks. Olivia’s were white with a pink stripe across the toes, Margot’s basic black. Olivia smiled. “It’s not like I have anything to hide. And besides”—she rested a hand on either side of the sink by Margot’s hips, boxing her in—“I trust you.”
Margot’s heart bungeed into her throat. “Cool. That’s . . .”
Olivia’s lips twitched, eyes roving over Margot’s face.
She swallowed hard. “I trust you, too.”
A broad smile lit up Olivia’s face. The hands on either side of Margot closed in, sliding over the sink, settling against Margot’s hips and squeezing softly. Olivia’s fingers skimmed the highest point of Margot’s ass, and then she leaned in, head tilting to the side, the tip of her nose brushing Margot’s, breath wafting warm and sweet against Margot’s mouth.
It was almost embarrassing how weak her knees went from such a chaste kiss. A sigh escaped her as she gripped Olivia’s arms, losing herself in the softness of Olivia’s mouth and the sweet, subtle perfume of her skin.
Olivia drew back, ending the kiss before Margot was ready, a tiny wrinkle between her eyes. “Was that okay?”
“Yes? I mean, a little brief for my taste, but—”
Olivia ducked her head and laughed. “No, I meant kissing you. Is it okay if I do?”
Color her confused. “Why wouldn’t it be okay?”
“We didn’t really talk about it.”
No, no, they hadn’t.
As soon as the sweat had started to cool against her skin and her heart rate was no longer racing, Margot had—in what wasn’t one of her finest moments—panicked.
The one thing she wasn’t supposed to do, a line she wasn’t supposed to cross, and what had she done? She’d taken a running leap and hurled herself over it, headfirst.
But then again, it wasn’t sex that had complicated everything between them the first time. It was that Margot had had feelings.
The only reasonable solution was to take feelings completely off the table. Prevent them from forming in the first place. To keep things between them casual.
“I don’t want to overstep or do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Olivia added.
Short of pushing Margot away or leaving, there was nothing Margot could imagine Olivia doing that would make her uncomfortable.
“You won’t,” Margot said.
“So, I can kiss you?”
Margot nodded. “You can kiss me whenever you want.”
Olivia’s lips curved. “Careful. I might get greedy.”
Please do.
Margot laughed. “Somehow, I don’t see myself complaining.”
“Good.” Olivia leaned in, pecking Margot quickly.
“You have plans tonight?” Margot bit her lip and snuck her hands under the back of Olivia’s tee, trailing a finger up her spine and biting back a smile when Olivia shivered.
Olivia’s hips jerked forward, a soft, sweet laugh escaping her lips. “Other than folding laundry?”
“Screw laundry.” Margot reversed the course of her hands, tucking them under the waist of Olivia’s jeans. Her thumbs traced circles along the dimples at the base of Olivia’s spine, touching sensitive skin that made her press even closer. Olivia’s grip on Margot’s hips tightened, fingers biting into Margot’s ass, making her grin at how easy it was to elicit a reaction from Olivia.
Or maybe Margot was just that good at it. Yeah, she liked that option much better.
“Mmm. Aren’t you supposed to say something like why do laundry when you can do me instead?”
“You know me so well.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to the velvety-soft skin just beneath Olivia’s ear.
Leaning her head to the side, Olivia bared her neck, giving Margot more room to work with, more skin to worship. A soft hum escaped her throat before the hands grasping Margot’s hips squeezed and Olivia stepped back, her hum of content morphing into a regretful groan that Margot couldn’t help but echo. “Before I forget. Brendon texted me.”
“Okay?”
“He invited me up to Snoqualmie for his and Annie’s joint bachelor-bachelorette trip,” Olivia explained, thumbs inching under the hem of Margot’s shirt. “Is that okay?”
Olivia’s fingers made maddening little circles against Margot’s sides. Goose bumps erupted across her skin, and for a split second her brain went fuzzy, lost in the sensation. “Um. Why wouldn’t it be?”