What We Do in the Night (Day to Night #1) - Stylo Fantome Page 0,21
knew the light sequence, it was easy to spot Ari when they got separated. He was in the left corner, somewhat enraptured by a well endowed woman rubbing her breasts across his back. So Valentine felt okay about letting herself get swept up in the crowd, losing herself to the sensations.
She could fully admit that she might be in over her head in this particular situation. Caché really wasn't the place for someone like Ari, he probably found it all childish and droll. He probably wouldn't have even come back if he hadn't recognized her earlier in the night. He was only there for her, which made him dangerous.
He recognized me and he remembered me and he came for me. Just for me.
She was sandwiched between two naked women, she could feel the curves of their bodies against hers. Their touches were gentle as their hands explored her own body, staying strictly above her clothes because at Caché, rules were law, and consent was number one.
When she opened her eyes again, the strobe went off at the same moment, and she could see Ari standing maybe ten feet away from her. Staring at her. Then there was darkness and she held her breath. The strobe flickered again and he was right in front of her. In the darkness that followed, he grabbed her arm and pulled. He pulled and she moved, because from the first moment he'd spoken to her downstairs, she'd been waiting for this to happen.
His hands were tangling in her hair, tilting her head up. His mouth was over her lips, forcing them wide apart. By the time the strobe went off again, her eyes were closed and his tongue was thrusting into her mouth. She moaned and hooked her hands over his biceps, drawing him closer.
They stumbled across the dark room, shoving through bodies, leaving moans and shouts in their wake. Then they were crashing into a wall and his leg was between hers, his thigh against her crotch. She groaned, then bit down hard on his bottom lip while raking her fingers through his hair.
This is so good. It feels so different. It's wrong. I shouldn't be feeling this way. Don't be afraid to say 'no'. Don't think about what you're doing. Don't let them know what you're thinking. And for fuck's sake, don't get attached.
Before she could stop any of it, though, he stopped first.
“Let's get out of here,” he suddenly growled into her mouth, then he jerked her away from the wall.
He led her back downstairs, and for a horrifying moment, she thought he was going to join his friends at their table in the Club Room. She didn't think she could deal with his buddy Derrick in that moment, not when her emotions were all over the place and her panties were soaking wet.
Thankfully, Ari walked right past them and took her to their booth at the back of the club, and when he sat down this time, he pulled her right onto his lap.
“Valentine,” he sighed her name as he poured them fresh drinks. He'd even remembered to grab the vodka bottle, bless him. “Patron saint of love.”
While he took a sip, she leaned close and licked the side of his neck.
“Also of fainting,” she chuckled before kissing his ear. “And traveling.” Then she dipped her tongue inside his ear. “And the plague.”
He'd pulled the glass away from his lips, so she took the opportunity to yank his head around to face her and she kissed him. His tongue was cool and tasted of the expensive liquor. His hand was back in her hair, curling and fisting, tugging at her roots.
“Now why am I not at all surprised to find out,” he laughed when he finally pulled away, “that you're the patron saint of something deadly and destructive.”
Valentine stared down at him from hooded eyes. He stared right back. She noticed that roguish lock of hair had once again fallen over his forehead, so she lifted her hand and gently pushed it back into place.
This is bad, bad, bad. This isn't a game, and if it was one, I'd be losing.
“So why did you become a member here?” she asked in a light voice.
He smirked up at her.
“That's not what you really want to ask,” he challenged. She smirked back at him.
“Okay. What would you like to do now, Ari?”
“I'd like to go into that room you took Richie into last night.”