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    Deciding she wanted to see who this man was, she turned in his hold and glanced up to a scruffy chin and a face turned to look at something off the dance floor. He was the cutie that was moping in his drink earlier. Check that, the young looking cutie.
    As his head turned back down to her, she shyly looked down. She wanted to know what his eyes looked like, but now she felt a little foolish, like he would realize he’d dance floor spooned someone that could be his mom.
    “Wow, are you old enough to be in here?” His hands around her waist hadn’t moved, and now that firm erection pressed against her belly.
    She felt his hands tighten and pull her against his chest, pressing her breasts against firm muscles.
    “I’m twenty-one, although I’ve been sneaking into this bar since I was seventeen.” His voice was so freaking sexy even if it was a little slurred. He leaned even lower to talk to her, but his mouth was trying to reach her neck again.
    “Are you drunk?” She asked his chest, still not wanting to make eye contact. The flashing strobe lights and weird laser light flashing in the corner was probably making her look like a horror.
    There was a deep laugh that she could feel into her own chest. “Yes, totally blasted. You?”
    “Smashed. I was just thinking that I should go home before the downhill started.”
    “Downhill?” His hands slid up her back as the music changed, but he kept up a rocking motion that was lulling her senses into compliance.
    “You know, that moment when you can’t get any drunker and still feel this good. I’ve got a few hours before the headaches, nausea, and regret starts.” She tried to say this with a laugh, but it was all too true.
    “I could smell you across the dance floor and had to meet you,” he said against her head. She could feel his lips and knew he was smelling her hair. Good thing she’d washed with her all-natural coconut oil shampoo this morning. She usually kept her blonde hair up in a chignon for work. It was still up, but she knew it looked good and was age appropriate.
    There was a part of her non-sober brain that was trying to figure out how anyone could smell someone across a crowded bar but figured it was just an easy pick up line. That is if he thought she smelled good, which he hadn’t clarified if the smell was good or bad.
    “You smelled me?” Somehow, her head had managed to lay itself on his firm chest without any thought at all. She resisted closing her eyes, because she was in a seriously happy spot right at that moment. A devastatingly handsome man who smelled amazing was holding her and telling her sweet words. Yeah, she was happy.
    “I smelled coconut and woman. It’s hard to resist.”
    Fair enough; there was a reason she liked coconut herself. Of course, her reasoning was that it reminded her of macaroons and Hawaii, but his reasons were good too.
    The song changed up again, and Becca was surprised that time was slipping away between their conversation. The lulls of dancing were so easy to stay in. It also didn’t hurt that the man was obsessed with her neck. Placing hot kisses along the chords of her neck. It was way too personal for strangers, but alcohol could convince a woman otherwise.
    She knew she needed to find Alicia and head home before she said something that she would be horribly embarrassed about tomorrow. Her words often got loose when she drank. Truth would come spilling out of her like an honesty fountain. Usually nice things but sometimes not.
    “I—uh—should probably find my friend and go,” she murmured, taking a deep breath in of his scent. He was wearing a faded t-shirt that was butter soft under her cheek. It was the kind of shirt you would totally steal as a girlfriend and never give back.
    “You have somewhere better to be?”
    That voice practically had her eyes rolling back into her head. The hands at her back were roaming up and down, petting and pressing her deeper into him. Whenever they dipped