They acted harmless enough, maybe a little drunk, but I didn’t even have a chance to assess their intentions when Izzy’s voice pulled my attention to her.
“And here comes caveman one and two.”
I followed her gaze back toward our table. Seth and Logan were headed straight toward us, death glares aimed at the guys near us. Izzy giggled as Logan pulled her into his arms.
I didn’t really know what Seth would do. Excitement coursed through me as he took my hand and spun me, bringing me back against his chest.
“Thought you said you don’t dance?” I shot him a smirk over my shoulder.
“I don’t.”
I chuckled at the contradiction because he was, in fact, dancing with me. He moved us slowly, swaying back and forth. I was overwhelmed by the sensations his touch was causing. The way his fingers dug into my hip and his body pressed tightly to my back.
I closed my eyes as his fingers brushed along my side. My core throbbed, wishing I could find out how his touch would feel on other parts of my body. His warm breath skated across my ear sending goose bumps down my arms.
“Want another drink?” he asked.
I nodded, hoping that would ease the need gathering in my belly. He stepped away and instantly I missed the connection. I tracked him as he flagged down the waitress and ordered us more drinks. I took a moment to look around, noticing the guys from earlier had their own dance partners.
Izzy yanked on my arm as the song changed again. “I love Sugarland.”
Country wasn’t one of my favorites, but I did like this particular song. Seth was back and smirking at me as Izzy and I danced and lip-synced the lyrics. I could relate to “Settlin’” at the moment. After the mess with James, I had no intention of settling for anything less than what I deserved.
Seth leaned forward, so close to my ear that his words made goose bumps break out on my arms again. “Thought you didn’t like country?”
“I said some of it was okay.”
“I definitely remember you saying it was mostly depressing.”
“Mostly is the key word.” I sent him a playful smile and squeaked when he pinched my side. I swatted at him, and he grabbed my hand, pulling me closer and swaying us again to the music. For someone who said he didn’t dance, he was doing a damn good job at it.
The waitress placed our drinks down on our table a moment later and I nodded that way. “She brought our drinks.”
“Are you done dancing?”
I pressed my teeth into my bottom lip. Did I want to stop dancing with him? That was a complicated question. I liked the idea that I could flirt with him and not have to worry about if he wanted it to go further. But also, I could use a break from the way he was causing my body to come alive in ways I wasn’t even sure James ever had.
“For now.”
He turned us, placing his hand on the small of my back, and led me back to the table.
I could feel his gaze on me as I sipped my drink, and I peeked up at him. If I weren’t sitting on a stool, I probably would have stumbled back. The way he was looking at me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Desire and need swam in his eyes, matching my own. One night together was a bad idea, but it didn’t stop me from wondering what it would be like.
SETH
I tipped my beer bottle toward Violet’s necklace. “Isn’t rose quartz the love stone?”
Was it dumb that part of me hoped her wearing that particular gem meant she was opening herself up to the idea of a new relationship? Was that what I wanted? I sure as hell didn’t like the idea of her starting anything with someone else. That became glaringly obvious after the softball game last week when I thought Daniel was flirting. And it hit me again earlier in the evening when I imagined her dancing with one of those guys who’d made their way over. In fact, the thought of her with another guy made me see red.
She nodded and tilted her head, studying me. “How do you know about the stones?”
“Lyla mentioned you make jewelry.” I shrugged. “I was curious, so I looked it up.”
She opened her mouth and then shut it again. My gaze drifted down to her lips, covered in a dark crimson red. I forcedmyself to look away. Tonight was utter hell. Touching her like I had when we danced, having her pressed against me—it was all perfection and misery at the same time.
A second later, Logan and Izzy took their seats. Well, Logan sat back on his stool. Izzy was almost in his lap rather than on her own stool.
