Her finger-tips trailed over his shaved head, and he almost threw out a nerve block before he realized that the sensation was psycho-physical rather than electronic.
"Show me!" she whispered.
"Show you what?"
"How you did it. How you fought back all that juice. All that terrible electricity!"
"I didn't fight it. I just soaked it up."
"Soaked it—?" She gasped, and the passion was vibrant in her voice. "It's—it's all in you? Now?"
"Of course."
"Oh, my darling! Kiss me!"
The custom of kissing, was known to the Sirian, but known only on the academic level until this moment. Her lips were moist and full and demanding.
"Fantastic!" she said in a flat voice.