Overview

Still trying to recover from the disastrous ending of a long-term relationship, 45-year-old Alex Bartlett is so afraid of being hurt again that she expects to be alone forever. After being dragged to a lesbian club by friends in an attempt to lift her spirits, she agrees to dance with anyone who asks—even though she's certain that she won't be. Such a request unexpectedly comes in the form of a stunning woman Alex—who has always dated older women—takes to be several years too young for her, and she finds herself forced to keep her promise. Little does she know that one dance with Jazz will change her future completely.

"Alex's mouth moved but no words came out. She had most certainly been kissed in a bathroom before—been kissed on more than her lips—but that was twenty years ago, and she was not that girl any more. She was a 45-year-old woman with absolutely no business kissing a total stranger—even one she so desperately wanted—in a bathroom, or anywhere else. She thought they had established as much less than an hour earlier.

Still unable to speak, she let Jazz take her by the waist and press her against the wall. The redhead smiled, and then her lips touched Alex's in an unexpectedly gentle kiss. That very gentleness set off an explosion in her stomach, and she instinctively reached to pull Jazz to her. The younger woman's body felt so warm, so soft—so very different from Brenda's. The kiss deepened, and when Jazz’s tongue traced Alex's lips she parted them and allowed her inside, and all thought of Brenda vanished from her mind.

Jazz pressed her more firmly against the wall, her mouth now hungry, her hands sliding up Alex's sides. She pulled back just enough to bring her fingers across Alex's chest, finding the rigid peaks of her nipples. With a pleased noise, Jazz’s palms began circling over the hardened evidence of just how much she was turning the older woman on. Thoughts flew through Alex's mind, but nothing seemed coherent; nothing was logical or important except the sensation of Jazz's body touching hers.

She started to go weak in the knees and Jazz stepped back, catching her elbows to steady her. Her eyes looked almost feline as her gaze searched Alex's face. Alex's entire body trembled with a desire she had thought long extinct.

I can't say no.
I have to say no.
I don't want to say no."