Page 58 of Dirty Like Seth
Seth was still looking at me. I nodded at him, and he stood up, extending his hand to me. I swigged some pink drink, then got to my feet, slipping my hand intohis.
“We’re dancing,” I told Joanie. “You wannacome?”
“Nope.” She waved us off. “Not drunkenough.”
I snickered and shook my head; Joanie was never drunk enough todance.
I followed Seth as he drew me onto the dance floor. The music was upbeat, mid-tempo. Feel-good music; the easiest music in the world to dance to. And the dance floor was just crowded enough that we had little choice but to dance close to oneanother.
Reallyclose.
And I couldn’t say I minded it. I could feel the heat off Seth’s body. His mellow, easy energy. He guided me as we moved, taking the lead. We danced together, but he didn’t actually touch me. Other than occasionally brushing into me as the crowd shifted and forced us closer, he didn’t touch me atall.
And I was kind of…disappointed.
Because the truth was I kinda wanted to touchhim.
But if he wasn’t gonna put his hands on me, I wasn’t gonna make the firstmove.
Maybe I was just high on the music. Caught up in the dancing. I’d very possibly had a few too many of those giant fruity cocktails with the littleumbrellas.
But I wasn’t exactly new to thisgame.
How many times had I been dancing and drinking backstage or at some party or club and had men—hot,hotmen—rubbing all up on me? That didn’t mean I was just gonna lose my shit and spread my legs for every last one ofthem.
I knew far, far better thanthat.
I’d always been kinda choosey with men, and I’d learned over the years to become extra choosey. Careful about who I let into my world. Anddiscreet.
Fame had pretty much made that anecessity.
Yet I wasn’t exactly being discreet now. I wasn’t even sure why. Why I felt comfortable enough to dance with Seth in public. Sure, it was just some little hole-in-the-wall bar where everyone was dancing and no one seemed to notice or care who or what I was, but Iwascomfortable.
I was more thancomfortable.
Comfortable enough to start dirty dancing with Seth Brothers. If he wantedto.
The odd thing about that was, Seth wasn’t rubbing up on me. He was very pointedly keeping his hands—and everything else—tohimself.
It was so beyond my frame of reference, I almost didn’t know what to do with myself. I was used to dancing as a form of foreplay. A pick-upritual.
Seth was not trying to pick meup.
He was just dancing withme.
I’d always found it incredibly sexy when a man could dance… and Seth Brothers could always dance. I’d kinda forgotten that about him. Maybe I’d forgotten a lot of things, in theend.
Maybe I’d wanted to forget, so I wouldn’t have to feel soguilty.
But as we worked up a sweat on that dance floor, and he eventually did touch me, swinging me around and even rocking with me, slowly, his hips brushing—just barely—against mine, it all came back to me in arush.
I used to dance with Seth a lot. Mainly because the other guys in the band didn’t dance. Dylan had two left feet on a dance floor, Zane just wasn’t that into dancing, and Jesse… well, Jesse pretty much preferred towatch.
So I would find myself dancing with Seth at parties and bars when we hung out, because I liked having a man to dance with. Someone who was really good at it, but who I didn’t have to worry was gonna grope me. So I could just be free to lose myself in themusic.
Though I never really thought to wonder, until now, why Seth would always dance withme.
I just assumed he loved todance.
