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was having on Quinn. “Maybe…” she said. “I’ll find out later.” She tugged Quinn closer, using the same finger, and kissed her again.

Although Maya withdrew her finger, Quinn was already anticipating what that finger could do to her. She was imagining what it would be like to see Maya naked in front of her. How heavenly it would feel to please her.

Maya had brought her hands to Quinn’s cheeks, cupping them gently. She kept pulling Quinn in for kiss after kiss. Her tongue was impossibly soft against Quinn’s, her lips pillowy and addictive.

When Quinn started kissing a path down her neck, Maya whispered in her ear, “Maybe we should go inside.”

Quin nodded and happily let Maya drag her into the house. She followed her up the stairs, every cell in her body pulsing with hot anticipation. Although, of course, Maya could still change her mind. But Quinn decided she would make it impossible for Maya to do that.

Maya had confessed earlier that she’d only gone on a few unmemorable dates of late. This might not be a date but, no matter what it was, Quinn was determined to make sure that Maya never forgot about it.

Chapter 7

Maya stood outside her bedroom. It wasn’t hesitation keeping her from opening the door. It was the frisson running down her spine, the delicious tension deep in her belly, the blatant desire she felt for this woman that stopped her in her tracks.

At least she wasn’t the cliché of the middle-aged woman / empty-nester who started an affair with the pool boy after her son left home. She didn’t know if an affair with the neighbor’s daughter was better or worse. But it no longer mattered. Maya had stopped seeing Quinn as Bill and Brooke’s daughter the instant their hips had touched earlier. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have led Quinn to her bedroom. They wouldn’t be standing here right now.

Maya ushered them in. She might have shared the dance floor with other women, but she’d never shared her bed with one. Still, it wasn’t her lack of experience that frightened her. It was the complete newness of it. The uncharted territory she was about to enter. She would worry about why she had let Quinn seduce her later. First, she was going to enjoy this.

Quinn came for her as soon as they’d set foot in the bedroom. As though Maya had given her the final okay—and she had. She slung her arms around Maya’s neck and pulled her close.

Quinn’s rock-hard nipples pressed against Maya through the sheer fabric of her dress. Quinn ran her hands through Maya’s hair and moaned softly into her mouth.

Kissing another woman was even more intoxicating than the cocktail said woman had prepared for Maya earlier. There was no scratch of five o’clock shadow. Quinn’s kisses, though hungry and not restrained in the least, felt so much gentler than anyone else Maya had ever kissed. Quinn’s lips were eager and soft and to be kissed over and over again. Her tongue was exploratory more than invasive. Her touch was delicate and intentional. It was all so overwhelming and utterly arousing. And maybe that surprised Maya the most.

Kissing Quinn was electric; a jolt of heat running through her, a blast that ran from her core to each tiny extremity. It was easy enough for Maya to tell herself it was her curiosity about being with a woman that was driving her lust. She had to gloss over Quinn being her much younger neighbor if she was going to go through with this.

Earlier, in the garden, Maya had been bashful. She hadn’t known what to do with her hands. But now, in the privacy of her bedroom, she let her hands roam across Quinn’s back, to the clasp of her bikini top with its two tiny pieces of fabric that revealed more than they concealed. When Maya was Quinn’s age, she had worn exactly the same. A body honed and chiseled by hours and hours of dancing deserved to be on display as much as possible. Maya had never been modest about how she looked because she had always known very well where those looks had come from. They were a direct product of her hard work. These days, however, gravity was doing its depressing business of pulling parts of her body downward. She noticed it every time she held up her arms to show her students how to carry their frame during the waltz. A small portion of the skin on her upper arms had started to slump. Maybe that was another reason why someone as young as Quinn was in her bedroom tonight. The vitality of her youth sparked something in Maya.

Maya unclasped Quinn’s top, then brushed its straps off Quinn’s shoulders. She broke away from their kiss because she wanted to witness the moment when Quinn’s breasts were fully bared. Maya had been taunted by her near-naked breasts for two days now. She was the one who guided Quinn’s bikini top through its final descent toward the floor. Her gaze was glued to Quinn’s chest. Quinn’s nipples were surrounded by a triangle of lighter skin and Maya had never guessed she would find tan lines so arousing.

As though drawn by an invisible force, Maya cupped Quinn’s breasts. Her thumb swept lightly over her nipples. She was so overcome by the sight of Quinn’s naked upper half that she barely noticed her own shortness of breath. The fire in her belly ramped up to a higher flame. A fire that drove her to inch closer to Quinn, lower her head and wrap her lips around one of Quinn’s nipples. Quinn threw her head back, and brought her hands back to Maya’s hair. She emitted a low groan that only revved up the fire in Maya’s belly.

Maya no longer had any idea what was happening to her. She was not herself, that much was clear—it was also the only thing that was clear. That and how much she