That was the money shot... right there, when she backed up and the stems of her shoes allowed Bethany's backside to line up in a strategically advantageous way with Darian's hips. The temptation of her dancing was too great. He pressed his nose and mouth against her ear. "I'm listening." Casting decency off like a layer of unwanted clothes, he wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed. He never would've guessed, when he was given the shape of man, that a woman would be born centuries later, whose perfect fit of a body made it worthwhile.