She’s drunk

Ari's vision swam as she stumbled towards the house, her balance precarious in her drunken state. Just as she teetered on the brink of falling face-first onto the pavement, strong arms wrapped around her waist, hauling her upright. The scent of cologne and something distinctly masculine filled her nose as a firm chest pressed against her back.

“It seems like someone's had a little too much fun” Jake's low chuckle rumbled in her ear, his hands sliding down to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her bikini top. He gave the soft mounds a squeeze, thumb and forefinger finding her nipples and rolling them teasingly. “Easy there, princess. Wouldn't want you hurting yourself”

Ari let out a startled yelp, instinctively arching into his touch even as a thrill of fear ran down her spine.