“I like to dance,” Hayley replied. “Plus, I read up on this gal when you suggested we come here.”
“Of course you did.” Deb admired Hayley’s apparent commitment to learningeverything.
“She’s kind of famous, did you know?” Hayley pushed a chip fragment around her plate to pick up the last mouthful of Sasha’s delectable black beans. “I gave her a listen and I liked what I heard. You can go if you want…” She trailed off and shoved the bite of food into her mouth, her face suddenly downcase.
Deb took a deep breath. “I don’t want to go.”
Hayley looked up again, cautiously hopeful. “Do you… want to dance?”
“Fuckyeah, I want to dance!” This was working out even better than she could have hoped. “You want dessert, first?”
“What kind of question evenisthat?”
Two chocolate lava cakes with Sasha’s house-made bourbon vanilla ice cream later, and Deb groaned as she patted her stomach. The skinny jeans might have been a mistake. “Oh, I definitely need to dance that off.”
“I hate you for bringing me here and making me aware that this incredible lesbian paradise with the most amazing food exists,” Hayley sighed, slumping back against the back of her booth seat.
“Well, if you have to hate me for any reason, I prefer that one to whatever goes on between us at work.” Deb cocked her head. “Whydoyou hate me at work, by the way?”
“Why do you hate me?” Hayley countered.
“I don’t hate you…” The words slipped out before Deb could think. “No, hey, wait, I asked first.”
Hayley stared at her for a moment. “Well. You’re reckless, arrogant, and inconsiderate quite a lot of the time.”
Stung, Deb fired back immediately. “You’re an uptight, know it all, protocol princess.”
As they glared at each other across the table, their truce crumbled between them, the lights overhead flashed and dimmed. “Let’s get this party started!” boomed a heavily accented voice, a split second before a horn blared through the room and a thundering beat crashed over them. Deb slapped her hands down on the table and pushed herself to her feet. “I’m going to dance.”
Hayley slid out of her side of the booth and stood, chin high. “Yeah. Me too.”
They both dropped cash onto the table for their bills and wound their ways through the undulating crowd on the dance floor. The beat in the air was primal, thudding deeply in Deb’s stomach. It was joined by the thrill of wounded fury she felt after that quick, barbed exchange with Hayley at the table.
Fury… and that all too familiar electric jolt of lust right in her crotch.
She watched as Hayley found a spot on the dance floor first and began to move in time with the thumping music. Her arms lifted gracefully into the air to drift back and forth, and her head fell back, making the long honey blonde waves of her hair cascade down to touch her pert behind.
Deb wanted to give Hayley a piece of her mind, but worse, she desperately wanted to reach out and lift the heavy golden mass of hair away from Hayley’s neck and shoulder. She wanted to lean down and press her mouth to the skin there, where she could see a trickle of sweat already gleaming under the purple and pink lights. To taste the saltiness of that sweat, to open her lips and gently bite down, to suck a rosy hickey into the creamy, smooth column of Hayley’s neck.
Mesmerized by the thought, by the pulsating music, by Hayley’s face tilted to face the ceiling, her eyes closed, dark lashes fanning out over her cheeks… Deb wove through the crowds to get behind Hayley, reaching to touch her waist, to slide her hand over the soft blue fabric of her dress and pull her in. Hayley’s perfect ass nestled between Deb’s thighs and they moved in tandem, swaying to the music.
Deb abandoned herself to the beat, tilting her own head back until the end of her ponytail was tickling her waist. Hayley’s back was pressed hard against her body, pinned in place by her arm. They were surrounded by dancing bodies, but when Deb’s eyes were closed, it was only the two of them, a foggy, humid heat, and the music.
Hayley’s body against hers was warm, sinuous, curvy. Deb desperately wanted to get underneath that dress.
As the music shifted, the bass thumping deeper, another horn cutting through the air, Deb opened her eyes and gave in to her vision. With her free hand, she tugged Hayley’s heavy curtain of hair out from between them and draped it forward, revealing the smooth, strong line of her neck. Deb dipped her head down and opened her mouth over the softest patch of skin, right where neck curved to become shoulder. Salty sweat, heady jasmine perfume, green apple shampoo… the scents and tastes filled her senses while the music pounded through her head and body.
When Deb bit down, gently, and stroked the tip of her tongue featherlight over the skin between her teeth, Hayley’s mouth fell open with a tiny gasp Deb could only just hear over the beats.
She wanted more, now, here, immediately. The hand Deb had gripping a handful of Hayley’s dress at her waist slid down between her thighs and pressed in. Warmth, a pulse, another glass-brittle gasp from Hayley, who ground her ass back against Deb’s legs. The hot wave of arousal this caused made Deb bitedown harder, suck harder, take one harsh breath through her nose.
Blindly, she grabbed Hayley’s hand and dragged her off the dance floor, the beat following them as they swerved and wound through the bodies around them and up to the stairs to the second floor. The Lounge had a mezzanine here, also packed with dancers. But there was also a rank of velvet-curtained alcoves in the walls here, where Deb knew they could be very, very alone.
It was still relatively early in the DJ’s set, and nobody else in the club had spent weeks, months, in a push-pull of lusty detestation with Hayley Milton. Though dancers thronged the mezzanine, when Deb’s hand closed around a handful of blue velvet curtain at the first alcove they reached and yanked it open, it was empty. No one else had the idea they did, yet.
She stepped into the alcove and pulled Hayley after her. And she took the time to carefully slide rings on the curtain over the hooks on either side, to make sure the curtain stayed closed behind them.
Then, once everything was secured, she turned to Hayley and lifted her up, immediately pressing her against the plush alcove wall and going in for a plunging, heated, slippery wet kiss.
