Page 13 of Midlife Crisis

“No.” Her voice is hardly more than a whisper.

“What happened, little lady?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she lies, looking at me through the reflection.

“I kissed you.” I pause, waiting for her to interject, to add something, or say anything, but the silence lingers.

“I kissed you back.” Her words are soft spoken and low.

“Did you like it?” The question forces her eyes closed. It’s the only answer I need. My arm skates around her waist, tugging her back against me. There’s no denying I want her, and she can feel my desire on her lower back. My mouth moves to her neck, peppering her exposed skin with open-mouth kisses. “We didn’t get to finish what we started, and I’ll be damned if you leave another bathroom unsatisfied by me.”

My thumb teases into the waistband of her skirt, stretching the fabric as my hand dips lower. Her breath hitches.

“I shouldn’t be doing this.” Yet she isn’t fighting me off. In fact, she’s gripping my wrist, guiding my hand inside her skirt. Instantly, my fingertips touch dampness.

“Is it crazy how I want you?” I mutter, hoping she catches my flirting.

“Not as crazy as what I want you to do to me.” The challenge spurs me forward.

“Oh, yeah. What would that be, cupcake?” I lick her neck, tasting her sweet skin. She shakes her head, refusing to answer me. I’d give her everything against this sink if I thought she could handle me, but it might be a bit soon to take her.

“You ready for me, little lady?” I tease, noting the moisture deepens as I slip over elastic and under wet heat. “Holy shit, baby.” She’s slick and needy, pressing back against me. Her ass nudges my dick, though she’s too short to meet me. I spread my legs, evening us out a bit, but I’m not worried. I only want to make her feel good. As my finger invades her, she shoots her ass back, stretching for friction.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she mutters between sharp inhales. Her hands grip the sink as her body rocks over my fingers and her ass finds a teasing rhythm of bumping into me. I’m desperate for her, despite the bathroom scene.

“What did you wish for, Middy?” Her eyes jump back to me. Shaking her head, she’s refusing to speak as her back arches. She’s a cat in heat, and I love the stretch of her around my fingers. “What’s your birthday wish, little lady?”

“Hank, I…” Her voice drops husky as she bites her rosy lip. I watch with full attention as she throws her head back to my shoulder and squeezes her thighs. She wants to scream, but she clamps her lips tight.

“I want to hear you, baby.” Rolling her head on my shoulder, she refuses, and her screams become my next mission. “Give it to me.” Her thighs clench. Her head falls forward. She presses back on me and detonates. Her mouth falls open, but she sucks in silence. Her sparkling eyes roll closed, and her body relaxes. Fucking gorgeous.

“Mom?”

Her head shoots up to the locked door. A young male voice hesitates on the other side.

“Sweet cheese.” Midge presses at my wrist, willing me to release her. Sweet what?

“Tell him just a second,” I mutter.

“I’ll be right out,” she squeaks, her voice a little too high. I release her and lift my fingers to my lips. Licking them, I watch her straighten her skirt. She looks up at me in the mirror, observing me savor my forefinger.

“Better than frosting,” I murmur, holding her gaze. Her mouth gapes open but no sound escapes. I want to hear her. Why won’t she make a sound? She steps left, as if to go around me, but I twist to block her exit.

“Midge,” I demand.

“Mom,” her son calls again.

“I’ll be right there.” Frustration fills her eyes, and I can’t have her walk away. My back presses against the door. “I’ve got to go.”

“Not like this.” I hold my ground, counting the seconds to keep her with me. She stares at me. Strength builds in those maddening eyes.

“Midge.” I point at her. “Kiss me.” To my surprise, she leaps for me. Her arms circle my neck as she drags herself up my body and kisses the crap out of me. Her mouth moves with mine, nipping at me like she can taste me, lapping at me as if her tongue wants to memorize me. She’s saying goodbye in this kiss, and I won’t allow it. Too quickly, she pulls back. Stunned from the eagerness of her lips, I step to the side so she can slip out the door.

Tommy was wrong. Her skort was easy enough to get into, only I want Midge completely out of it. I want into her instead.

7

Not a quitter