The kiss was slightly messy and glorious, and when her legs opened up ground her thigh up. The thrum of the music and the thrum of desire beating in time. And damn but did she need this woman naked, needed to kiss, and lick and maybe bite.
The demand turned her gaze calculating. She was half tempted to just drag her to the toilets, but that was always so restrictive. And it wasn't like she was precious about her London flat, her dance studio there was concealed and part-gym anyway. "C'mon then," she said, grabbing her wrist and moving towards the door. "My place, then I can spread you right out on my bed."