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“The sound quality is shit,” Arsen hollered and then stripped off the black denim jacket. Beneath it, he was wearing a white T-shirt with a black-and-white print of the Mona Lisa on the front, and when he took off the jacket, I noted it was sleeveless. The armholes were wide and exaggerated, which showed off the DNA tattoo down his side and the sheet music on his arm.
He turned to me, noting the obvious way I was staring, and smirked. I felt hot when he grabbed me around the waist and hauled me in. Our sneakers bumped as he lowered his face to my ear. Even though he was so close, he had to speak loudly. “Like what you see?”
In response, I reached into the open armhole and plucked one of the piercings in his nipple.
He growled. “I’ll be right back.”
The second he stepped away with Eli, the music became unbearable, and I hopped off the platform and moved away from the staticky speaker.
Bodies were everywhere, dancing and grinding. Beer sloshed over the rims of red cups, and the scent of weed lingered in the air. I turned to go be a wallflower, but someone caught my hips and pulled me back. At first, I thought it was Arsen, but the thought died almost instantly because the hands touching me made my skin crawl.
I jerked away, and the guy stumbled.
“Dance with me,” he hollered, a cup in one hand as he reached for me again with the other.
“Pass,” I said, knocking his hand away.
“You know you want to,” he said, taking a slurp from the drink.
I turned away again, and he grabbed the hood against my back and jerked me around. Agitation sparked inside me like a match against a flint.
“Back off,” I said, using both hands to shove him.
He stumbled into a group of people dancing, and they shoved him back. He went flying forward, knocking into me, the contents of his cup spilling all over the front of my hoodie.
The scent of beer burst under my nose, along with his bad breath. His sloppy hands grasped my shoulders to right himself, and I noticed the sweat beading his forehead.
My skin crawled.
“Look what you made me do!” he yelled, hot, nasty breath in my face.
“Hey!” someone yelled, and the guy was pulled off me, a fist smashing right into his face.
He folded faster than a house of cards, dropping to the floor like dead weight. The cup in his hand rolled and was crushed under someone’s foot.
Cursing, Arsen reached down to haul him off the floor. “Get the hell out of here, asshole,” he yelled, pushing the guy toward the exit.
He stumbled away without even looking back.
Arsen appeared in front of me, taking in my beer-soaked shirt. “I left you alone for five minutes,” he called over the new song that just dropped that was thankfully static-free. Guess he hooked up the new speaker. Reaching down, he grasped the hem of the hoodie. “Up.”
I lifted my arms without thought, and he peeled the shirt over my head. Underneath, I had on a white T-shirt that, thankfully, wasn’t wet.
Grasping my chin, he lifted my face. “You okay?”
“Dance with me.”
Surprise flickered through his eyes, but it was quickly replaced with desire. “You wanna dance?”
“With you,” I confirmed.
After quickly tying my alcohol-soaked shirt around his waist where his jacket was already anchored, he took my hands, dragging me a little deeper onto the dance floor. We were swallowed almost instantly by the crush of people already there, but when he pulled me in and anchored me close, I forgot about everyone else.
He moved just like I knew he would, the same way water flowed in the pool—graceful and fluid with the ability to mold itself around me. Holding me close, he pushed one lean thigh between my legs, rotating his hips seductively. One palm curled around my ass, not really squeezing but settling firmly enough that I could feel the heat of his fingers through my jeans.
The width of his shoulders hunched in, his entire body creating a sort of cocoon for me to exist in. Anchoring onto his biceps, I dragged my hands up his arms and skimmed under the edge of the shirt to knead the muscles in his back.
He swayed, and I pressed against his thigh, grinding against him while my lips flirted across his jaw. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he tugged my head back and pierced me with lust-drenched eyes.
