totalâcould 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. Sheâd kept her distance, hadnât she? Sheâd 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, heâd never be so pathetically unprofessional as to act upon it. For reasons Savannah didnât understand, this particular story was incredibly important to him. Heâd coerced her into coming, after all. Heâd 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. Sheâd forget that damned kiss and pray they wouldnât have to participate in that madness again. Sheâd ignore the enormous penis draped across histhigh beneath that kurta and her own beaded nipples and moist sex andâ¦
And, Savannah realized with mounting frustration, sheâd undoubtedly end up masturbating the entire weekend, just like poor oversexed Chuck.
âHey,â Knox said as he gently nudged her in the side. âI thought I told you to take notes. You stopped at the genital chakra.â
That seemed appropriate, Savannah thought. âSorry,â she mumbled.
âDonât worry about it. Weâve 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.â Knox waggled his brows suggestively. âThey have scented massage oil in the gift shop.â
Six and a half feet of gloriously oiled, aroused male loomed in her mindâs eye. âGreat,â she managed to deadpan. âYou can rub it all over yourself.â
Shaking his head, Knox tsked under his breath. âNow what could we possibly learn from that? How can we do this story justice without at least trying some of the techniques?â
She couldnât fault his reasoning, though that was her first impulse. Still, if they tried one, sheâd want to try them all. Which meant it would be best to forgo the whole lot. âI suppose you should have thought of that before you hauled me to a sex workshop.â
âWho said anything about having sex? Itâs just a massage. Are you planning on giving this story anything but your best objective opinion?â
Savannah bristled. âOf course not.â
âThen itâs a no-brainer,â he said with a negligent shrug. âTell you what, Iâll go you one better and do you first. How does that sound?â
Like torture, Savannah thought. Delicious torture, but torture all the same. âWhatever.â She gestured toward the Sheas. âTheyâre about to conclude the lesson. Shut up and pay attention.â
âIn a few moments weâll take a short break, and then weâll move on to part one of our erotic massage lesson,â Edgar said. âBefore we stop, however, letâs take a moment to quietly reflect and connect with our lovers.â
Oh, hell, Savannah thought with a premonition of dread. That didnât sound good.
âEveryone please stand,â Rupali instructed. âFor some, this is a very difficult exercise, but Edgar and I didnât promise that this weekend would be easy.