Free Show & Tell by Rhonda Nelson Page B

total—could hold a candle to the ferocity of the attraction.
    Every part of him that was male drew every parther that was female. She yearned for him. Longed to have those big beautiful hands of his shaped around her breasts. That talented mouth tasting every mole, every freckle, everywhere that was white and everywhere that was pink.
    And she wanted to touch him as well, wanted to slide her fingers over each and every perfectly formed sinew. Wanted to feel that powerful body unleashed with passion and, ultimately, sated with release. She sighed.
    She just wanted.
    Savannah swallowed another frustrated wail. She’d kept her distance, hadn’t she? She’d even made herself dislike him, all in an effort to avoid this very predicament. All of that hard work for this beautiful mess.
    Even if the talk of sex finally sparked some latent interest in him, he’d never be so pathetically unprofessional as to act upon it. For reasons Savannah didn’t understand, this particular story was incredibly important to him. He’d coerced her into coming, after all. He’d never jeopardize the story, regardless of how much he might like to overthrow his traditional tastes and take her for a quick tumble between the sheets.
    So she needed to put the whole idea out of her mind. She’d forget that damned kiss and pray they wouldn’t have to participate in that madness again. She’d ignore the enormous penis draped across histhigh beneath that kurta and her own beaded nipples and moist sex and…
    And, Savannah realized with mounting frustration, she’d undoubtedly end up masturbating the entire weekend, just like poor oversexed Chuck.
    â€œHey,” Knox said as he gently nudged her in the side. “I thought I told you to take notes. You stopped at the genital chakra.”
    That seemed appropriate, Savannah thought. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
    â€œDon’t worry about it. We’ve got to go over all of it and work on unblocking as many chakras as we can tonight for homework. At the end of this lesson we move on to building trust between partners and the art of erotic massage.” Knox waggled his brows suggestively. “They have scented massage oil in the gift shop.”
    Six and a half feet of gloriously oiled, aroused male loomed in her mind’s eye. “Great,” she managed to deadpan. “You can rub it all over yourself.”
    Shaking his head, Knox tsked under his breath. “Now what could we possibly learn from that? How can we do this story justice without at least trying some of the techniques?”
    She couldn’t fault his reasoning, though that was her first impulse. Still, if they tried one, she’d want to try them all. Which meant it would be best to forgo the whole lot. “I suppose you should have thought of that before you hauled me to a sex workshop.”
    â€œWho said anything about having sex? It’s just a massage. Are you planning on giving this story anything but your best objective opinion?”
    Savannah bristled. “Of course not.”
    â€œThen it’s a no-brainer,” he said with a negligent shrug. “Tell you what, I’ll go you one better and do you first. How does that sound?”
    Like torture, Savannah thought. Delicious torture, but torture all the same. “Whatever.” She gestured toward the Sheas. “They’re about to conclude the lesson. Shut up and pay attention.”
    â€œIn a few moments we’ll take a short break, and then we’ll move on to part one of our erotic massage lesson,” Edgar said. “Before we stop, however, let’s take a moment to quietly reflect and connect with our lovers.”
    Oh, hell, Savannah thought with a premonition of dread. That didn’t sound good.
    â€œEveryone please stand,” Rupali instructed. “For some, this is a very difficult exercise, but Edgar and I didn’t promise that this weekend would be easy.