worship your man, to massage and heal, and bring pleasure beyond anything heâs ever experienced before. We want you to make love, want to encourage you to grow spiritually as well as sexually with your partners. But there are lessons to be learned first.â She laughed. âLessons that will have you writhing with pleasure and begging for the most carnal form of release. But you canât have itâ¦yet. Consummation will occur on Sunday night and not a moment before. Does everyone agree to this rule?â
After a few reluctant nods and one gentle but firm admonishment to Chuck, whoâd been busy throughout her speech, Rupali finally concluded, and Edgar stood once more.
He clapped his hands together. âOkay, letâs begin,â he said.
While Edgar began a brief summary of each of the chakras, Knoxâs thoughts still lingered over Rupaliâs revelationâno consummation until Sunday. He couldnât begin to imagine why this was relevant to him as he and Savannah werenât going to be consummating anything. Stillâ¦
Just knowing that they were going to have to participate in everythingâlearn all of the supposed pleasure-enhancing techniquesâup until that pointand then miss the grand finale was heartily depressing. Unreasonable, he knew. The whole point of bringing Savannah along was to remain asexual about the entire concept, to remain focused on the story. The nudge was still there, powerful as ever.
Jeez. He was pathetic. Obviously, he was so preoccupied with his pecker that being denied even mythological sex irritated him. Knox cast a sidelong glance at his companion and felt his lips twitch with wry humor. If she had any inkling of the direction of his thoughts right now, sheâd undoubtedly pull a Lorena Bobbitt and permanently extinguish his âwand of lightâ like sheâd so lethally threatened before.
So, he could either keep this one-sided attraction to himselfâwhich unquestionably would be the sanest and most healthy thing he could doâor he could work on her until it was no longer one-sided.
With luck, the weekend would be over before he came to a clear decision.
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âD OES ANYONE KNOW what the word tantra means?â Edgar asked. âIt means to weave, or extend.â
Right, Savannah thought. Sheâd known the answer, but couldnât make her sluggish brain form the required definitionâshe was too busy mourning the loss of the great spiritual sex sheâd never intended to have in the first place.
And not just any sex.
Sex with Knox.
Savannah knew she shouldnât feel like wailing with frustration. Shouldnât feel like whimpering with regret. But she did. Heâd been sitting beside her for the past hour, and her palm had literally itched to reach over to shape her hand to the oh-so-clearly defined length of him. She wanted to stroke him, to feel him grow in her hand, grow inside her. Which was ludicrous. Knox had admitted that the sole reason heâd asked her to attend this sex workshop was because she happened to be the only woman he could bring along that he wouldnât want to sleep with. Heâd admitted that he didnât find her the least bit attractive.
And that was a good thing, dammit. She didnât want him to be attracted to her. It would be nothing short of ruinous. Sheâd already dated a pretty prep-school playboy and heâd given her the old heave-ho the minute his parents had squawked their disapproval. As far as the Lyleses had been concerned, Savannah had been foster-care trash, not worthy of their precious pedigreed son.
There were a gazillion reasons why she shouldnât have hot, sweaty phenomenal sex with Knox. Savannahâs insides grew warm and muddled at the mere implication of the act. Still, he was like Gib, he had a love-âem-and-leave-âem reputation, he was a co-workerâ¦The list went on and on.
Yet none of themâor the combined