“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.
“I’ll leave first?” she said.
Erin chuckled as she slid herself off the counter. “Just tell me if anyone’s out there.”
Erin put her bra back on as Cassie fixed her ponytail. Purpling welts covered Erin’s chest, a map of everywhere Cassie’s mouth had been. Seeing them in the mirror made Erin clench.
When they were presentable again, Cassie kissed her instead of checking the hallway.
“Where are you staying?”
Erin could’ve told her. It could’ve been that easy.
But there was letting yourself have what you wanted, and then there was hedonism.
She kissed Cassie one last time. “Let’s go.”
That was it. This could never happen again.
They slipped into their seats right before The BarBelles came on, having missed the entire third group. Cassie gestured to a girl with more stage presence than the rest of the group combined.
“That’s her.”
“She’s cute,” Erin said. “Parker’s got good taste.”