Show & Tell by Rhonda Nelson

The level of intimacy we want our students to achieve requires that fears and inadequacies be set aside, that the true self be revealed.”
    Savannah resisted the urge to squirm. It was sounding worse.
    â€œOne of the simplest ways to do that is to maintain eye contact, to search your partner’s eyes and reveal past hurts, regrets, happiness and love.” Rupali paused and gauged the room’s reaction to her words.“In time, you will be able to look into your partner’s eyes and see your Imago, or mirror image, reflected back at you. While you might be uncomfortable now, the longer you practice tantra, the more you strive for a more spiritual union, you will eventually learn to prize this very special connection.”
    Edgar set the timer on his watch. “Men, pull your women to you, so that their heart beats against your chest. So that you can feel the steady rhythm of her life force thumping against you.”
    Knox, damn him, didn’t appear the least bit annoyed or uncomfortable by this new test as, smiling, he did as Edgar instructed and pulled her firmly up against the hard wall of his magnificent chest.
    With a decidedly sick smile, Savannah’s own heart threatened to pound right through her ribcage. In addition to feeling Knox’s heartbeat, she felt the telltale ridge of his “wand of light” against her belly button and, to her eternal chagrin, her “sacred space” swiftly grew warm and wet. If he’d branded her with the damned thing, she couldn’t have felt it more.
    â€œNow, women, wrap your arms about your man’s waist. Wrap him in your love. Let him see it.” Edgar chuckled. “It’s true men are visual creatures. They have to see to believe. Make him believe. ”
    â€œFor the next ninety seconds,” Rupali said, “we’re going to stand together and gaze into each other’s eyes. Blink if you must, but try to maintain eye contact. Don’t look away and do not speak. Sayit with your eyes, use your brow chakra to learn your lover’s secrets. You may begin…now.”
    Feeling utterly and completely ridiculous, not to mention incredibly uncomfortable, Savannah did as Rupali said and looked up into Knox’s twinkling green eyes. Commiserating laughter lurked in that verdant gaze, Savannah noticed to her marginal relief. She quelled the desire to squirm. Her breasts had already tightened into hard little buds and if she moved as she wished to, she might not be able to stop. Pathetic, but true.
    Knox’s eyes were heavy lidded, with long, curling lashes. The green was pure, just flecked with lighter and darker hues, but no shades of brown commonly found in a color as dark as his. Some of the humor faded from his gaze and another indiscernible emotion took its place. Something heavy and intense and altogether sexy. Savannah pulled in an unsteady breath. She thought she saw a reciprocating heat, but knew that couldn’t be the case. Simply wishful thinking on her part.
    Still, the longer the stare went on—Jesus, who would have thought that a minute and a half would seem like a lifetime?—the more aroused she became. Her limbs had grown heavy and she’d transferred some of the weight by leaning more closely into him. She had the almost overpowering urge to lower her gaze to his lips, then let her own mouth follow that path.
    If she lived to be one hundred, she didn’t think she’d ever want to kiss a man more.
    The desire was completely out of the realm of her limited experience. The pressing need built and built until the longing and weight of that heady stare seemed almost unbearable. Savannah felt herself sagging closer and closer to him and, though she knew better, she simply didn’t possess the strength to stop it. If this didn’t end soon, she’d—
    â€œTime’s up,” Edgar called, and the group underneath the pavilion heaved a collective sigh. “Now