did, and with his integrity he wasn’t just selling books, he was sharing an idea he believed in deeply.
“You didn’t tell me you were going to this conference,” she accused.
“You didn’t tell me, either.”
She crossed her arms. “Well, of course not. If a woman tells a man she’s going to a conference on sex, he’s going to hit on her.”
He grinned. “So, you thought if you didn’t tell me, we wouldn’t wind up in bed together? That plan didn’t work too well.”
At his teasing tone, her hands clenched into fists and she sent him an icy glare. Which didn’t seem to bother him in the least.
“Well, similarly,” he continued, “my feeling is that if a man tells a woman he’s going to a conference on sex, she’ll think he’s a sex maniac or a weirdo.”
She pursed her lips together. Damn, she hadn’t thought of that. Why did he have to make so much sense?
He leaned toward her. “I think you didn’t tell me because you wanted me to believe you weren’t in the city so I wouldn’t suggest we get together.”
Her cheeks flushed. Damn it.
“Look, Kara, I know you didn’t expect to see me here . . . and I’m sure you didn’t plan on spending the night with me.” He smiled, warmth emanating from his chocolate brown eyes. “But we did and it was fabulous. Can’t we just be happy to see each other again?”
She stared at him uncertainly, unfolding her arms and resting her hands on her thighs under the table. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she was happy to see him again.
“I assume you have to do this interview for your job. Why not give me a chance to tell you about Tantra? I promise not to try to subvert you.”
The last of her anger dissipated. He was right. She had a job to do and right now that meant interviewing J.M.
“Of course.” She reached into her bag and pulled out her notebook and pen, then opened the notebook and glanced at him. “I have a number of questions prepared, so—”
He stood up and gently tugged the notebook and pen from her hand, then drew her to her feet. His touch sent her senses reeling.
“I think you’ll benefit more from a . . . hands-on approach.”
“But I—”
He grinned. “Don’t worry, I just want to show you a couple of things, then you can write down your impressions.” He drew her to the couch and urged her to sit. “I’ll be happy to answer your questions afterward.”
“I don’t know. . . .”
He sat beside her and placed his hand on her back. Instantly, heat emanated from him to her.
“Remember when I did this on the plane to help you deal with takeoff?”
She nodded. How could she forget?
“The heat you’re feeling is healing energy.”
“So Tantra is about healing? How does that fit with sex?”
“It’s actually a universal energy flowing through my body and into yours. As a person works with energy over time, they can learn to direct it. It can be used for healing.” He smiled. “Or to help two people join in a much more intimate way.”
She shifted on the couch and he drew his hand from her back.
“When two people make love, they enjoy a physical bond.”
She gazed into his eyes, her insides trembling as she remembered the sensational physical bond they’d shared the other night.
“With Tantra, lovers can enhance their lovemaking with an energy bond that joins them more intimately than straight physical sex ever can.”
“That sounds like what people say love does for a sexual relationship.”
“Of course, love is the highest form of energy, but even people in love can improve their lovemaking with Tantra. When two people are aware of the energy flowing through their bodies, they can direct it in a way to enhance pleasure. Then sex can be more spectacular than they could imagine.”
“You . . . uh . . .” She stood up and paced across the room. His potent male presence so close to her threatened her composure. “. . . mention in your book
“You didn’t tell me you were going to this conference,” she accused.
“You didn’t tell me, either.”
She crossed her arms. “Well, of course not. If a woman tells a man she’s going to a conference on sex, he’s going to hit on her.”
He grinned. “So, you thought if you didn’t tell me, we wouldn’t wind up in bed together? That plan didn’t work too well.”
At his teasing tone, her hands clenched into fists and she sent him an icy glare. Which didn’t seem to bother him in the least.
“Well, similarly,” he continued, “my feeling is that if a man tells a woman he’s going to a conference on sex, she’ll think he’s a sex maniac or a weirdo.”
She pursed her lips together. Damn, she hadn’t thought of that. Why did he have to make so much sense?
He leaned toward her. “I think you didn’t tell me because you wanted me to believe you weren’t in the city so I wouldn’t suggest we get together.”
Her cheeks flushed. Damn it.
“Look, Kara, I know you didn’t expect to see me here . . . and I’m sure you didn’t plan on spending the night with me.” He smiled, warmth emanating from his chocolate brown eyes. “But we did and it was fabulous. Can’t we just be happy to see each other again?”
She stared at him uncertainly, unfolding her arms and resting her hands on her thighs under the table. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she was happy to see him again.
“I assume you have to do this interview for your job. Why not give me a chance to tell you about Tantra? I promise not to try to subvert you.”
The last of her anger dissipated. He was right. She had a job to do and right now that meant interviewing J.M.
“Of course.” She reached into her bag and pulled out her notebook and pen, then opened the notebook and glanced at him. “I have a number of questions prepared, so—”
He stood up and gently tugged the notebook and pen from her hand, then drew her to her feet. His touch sent her senses reeling.
“I think you’ll benefit more from a . . . hands-on approach.”
“But I—”
He grinned. “Don’t worry, I just want to show you a couple of things, then you can write down your impressions.” He drew her to the couch and urged her to sit. “I’ll be happy to answer your questions afterward.”
“I don’t know. . . .”
He sat beside her and placed his hand on her back. Instantly, heat emanated from him to her.
“Remember when I did this on the plane to help you deal with takeoff?”
She nodded. How could she forget?
“The heat you’re feeling is healing energy.”
“So Tantra is about healing? How does that fit with sex?”
“It’s actually a universal energy flowing through my body and into yours. As a person works with energy over time, they can learn to direct it. It can be used for healing.” He smiled. “Or to help two people join in a much more intimate way.”
She shifted on the couch and he drew his hand from her back.
“When two people make love, they enjoy a physical bond.”
She gazed into his eyes, her insides trembling as she remembered the sensational physical bond they’d shared the other night.
“With Tantra, lovers can enhance their lovemaking with an energy bond that joins them more intimately than straight physical sex ever can.”
“That sounds like what people say love does for a sexual relationship.”
“Of course, love is the highest form of energy, but even people in love can improve their lovemaking with Tantra. When two people are aware of the energy flowing through their bodies, they can direct it in a way to enhance pleasure. Then sex can be more spectacular than they could imagine.”
“You . . . uh . . .” She stood up and paced across the room. His potent male presence so close to her threatened her composure. “. . . mention in your book
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