She passed over the first three women she checked out. None of them gave her a spark that flashed a “go.” But she stopped dead on the next woman. Oh, hell yes. Blonde, curly hair tumbled over her bare shoulders where her clingy black top had slipped down to pull tight across very full breasts. A black skirt, possibly leather, with a long split up the side, showed off bare thigh. She appeared a little younger than Kath’s thirty-six years and oozed sex appeal, and Kath practically drooled as she made her way over. Her target caught her movement and met Kath’s gaze, and Kath’s stomach lurched. The woman’s eyes said yes in no uncertain terms, especially when she ran her gaze deliberately down the length of Kath’s body and back up again.

The woman splayed her hands back against the wall just as Kath reached her, and that gesture of submissiveness sent Kath’s pulse racing. She didn’t bother with pleasantries; she didn’t care what the woman’s name was. She just had to have her. Their lips met, and Kath pushed her tongue deep inside the woman’s mouth. Bracing her hands on the wall to either side of the woman’s head, she let their bodies barely graze each other, hinting at what was to come. She felt, rather than heard, the woman groan, and kissed her even deeper. And still the woman kept her hands splayed back against the wall. Kath was the one running this show.

After a few moments, Kath pulled back. The kiss sent hot blood coursing through her veins. It was all she could do to keep some kind of restraint on herself and not just rip every bit of clothing off the woman. With her teeth.

Instead, she took a deep breath and stared into the woman’s eyes as she slowly, and very deliberately, ran her hand down the woman’s body. Down her neck, over her bare collarbone, over the lush swell of her breast, registering the hardness of the nipple as she did so. Then past her hip and down to the split in the skirt. She skimmed her fingers over the—yes—bare skin and the soft, pliant warmth of her flesh. Gripping her thigh hard, Kath’s desire flared brighter again. Jesus, this was sexy. She had no idea who this woman was, could possibly pass her in the street the next day and not recognise her. But here Kath was, about to run her hand up inside that skirt and find out what delights awaited her. The thrill of it left her breathless. She had finally found the solution to the imbalance that had plagued her life since her mum’s condition had taken over.