Free Show & Tell by Rhonda Nelson Page A

worship your man, to massage and heal, and bring pleasure beyond anything he’s 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.” She laughed. “Lessons that will have you writhing with pleasure and begging for the most carnal form of release. But you can’t have it…yet. Consummation will occur on Sunday night and not a moment before. Does everyone agree to this rule?”
    After a few reluctant nods and one gentle but firm admonishment to Chuck, who’d been busy throughout her speech, Rupali finally concluded, and Edgar stood once more.
    He clapped his hands together. “Okay, let’s begin,” he said.
    While Edgar began a brief summary of each of the chakras, Knox’s thoughts still lingered over Rupali’s revelation—no consummation until Sunday. He couldn’t begin to imagine why this was relevant to him as he and Savannah weren’t going to be consummating anything. Still…
    Just knowing that they were going to have to participate in everything—learn all of the supposed pleasure-enhancing techniques—up 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, she’d undoubtedly pull a Lorena Bobbitt and permanently extinguish his “wand of light” like she’d so lethally threatened before.
    So, he could either keep this one-sided attraction to himself—which unquestionably would be the sanest and most healthy thing he could do—or 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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    â€œD OES ANYONE KNOW what the word tantra means?” Edgar asked. “It means to weave, or extend.”
    Right, Savannah thought. She’d known the answer, but couldn’t make her sluggish brain form the required definition—she was too busy mourning the loss of the great spiritual sex she’d never intended to have in the first place.
    And not just any sex.
    Sex with Knox.
    Savannah knew she shouldn’t feel like wailing with frustration. Shouldn’t feel like whimpering with regret. But she did. He’d 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 he’d asked her to attend this sex workshop was because she happened to be the only woman he could bring along that he wouldn’t want to sleep with. He’d admitted that he didn’t find her the least bit attractive.
    And that was a good thing, dammit. She didn’t want him to be attracted to her. It would be nothing short of ruinous. She’d already dated a pretty prep-school playboy and he’d 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 shouldn’t have hot, sweaty phenomenal sex with Knox. Savannah’s insides grew warm and muddled at the mere implication of the act. Still, he was like Gib, he had a love-’em-and-leave-’em reputation, he was a co-worker…The list went on and on.
    Yet none of them—or the combined