He didn't recognize the first song which seemed to have a southern twang to it. He tilted his head slightly to get used to the sound and beat then turned his attention back to her to look at how she held her hands.
"Okay, one on the hip," he set a hand gently on the swell of her hip and the other in her held up hand. She had incredibly smooth skin and he tried not to think about how low his hand rested on her hip. Steve was just trying to keep count of the beat.