He had taken her dancing and kept her in a near perpetual state of arousal all evening. It wasn’t just with his piercing blue eyes, that he had chosen for his humanoid form, or how gracefully he could control that body, and hers, on the dancing floor, but with his hands. All evening, unseen by anyone, he had been practically making love to her, as they had danced at “The Palace.” With those impossibly sensual hands, he could do things that no human could do. She was getting even wetter just thinking about how she was gently caressed, up and down her body and through her dress. Everywhere she come in contact with his body, he sent covert electric tingles across her skin. She moaned. She wanted him so badly. Not the rugged human-looking form he was able to take on, but, the real him, how he naturally was.