kiss your lover, then weâll adjourn for a break.â
A relief of another sort gripped Savannah and she eagerly met Knoxâs mouth as it descended hungrily to hers. The unmistakableâenormousâlength of him nudged her navel and, rather than be alarmed, which would have been the intelligent reaction, Savannah merely smiled against his mouth and thought, Oh, thank God, Iâm not the only one, after all.
Knox Webber could claim he wasnât attracted to her, but sheâd just been presented with some hard evidence that proved otherwise.
Granted, men awoke with a hard-on, and could typically get it up for just about any woman. His reaction was likely due to part of the intense lesson and all the talk of genital chakras, but for this momentâ just this one âshe would pretend otherwise. Savannah generally avoided lying to herself at all costs, but surely this one little fib couldnât hurt. Right?
Itâs not like sheâd ever be so cork-brained as to delude herself into thinking that he felt anything but mild disdain toward her. She may have been able to turn on his âwand of light,â but when it came to generating any real interest, the lights were off and no one was home.
6
K NOX STARED DOWN into Savannahâs ice-blue gaze and the effect of that cool stare left him anything but chilly. The first fifteen to twenty seconds of their so-called exercise sheâd been adorably shy, utterly miserable and obviously so far out of her comfort zone heâd found himself smiling to reassure her.
Knox was a man who always questioned everythingâthat insatiable curiosity had prompted his career choice. Savannahâs reaction to this particular test raised many questions, the most pressing of which was, who or what had happened to her to make her so damned distrustful? Because something definitely had.
At some point in her life, or perhaps repeatedly, sheâd been deeply hurt. Betrayed. The knowledge made his mind momentarily go black with rage and the unreasonable urge to right old wrongs for her, heal old hurts.
How could he have been so blind? He could see the truth now, hovering beneath the bravado, beneath the sarcasm, and he wondered again how heâd ever missed it in the first place. Knox mentally snorted.Hell, he knew how. Sheâd never let him close enough. Never let anyone close enough, for that matter.
To be honest, Knox hadnât been thrilled with the prospect of another test, but when Edgar had instructed them to wrap their arms about their woman, Knox had grown decidedly more enthusiastic about the lesson. Heâd watched her emotions flash like neon signs through her eyes and the one that finally managed to completely undo him was passion.
Those cool blue eyes had rapidly warmed until they glowed like a blue flame. A resulting heat swept him from the top of his head to the tips of his bare toes. His heart had begun to pound, sending the blood that much faster to his throbbing groin. The hairs on his arms prickled and the nudge he normally associated with work began an insistent jab.
As the seconds ticked by, Savannah gravitated closer and closer to him until he could feel her budded nipples against his chest. Could feel the rhythmic beating of her heart as the Sheas had instructed. Feeling that rapid, steady beat did have a curious effect on him, Knox conceded. Heâd never thought much about his heart, other than being aware that it pumped his blood, but something about feeling hers made him want to pull an Alfalfa, cancel his membership in the He-Man-Woman-Haterâs Club and beat his chest and roar. Heâd made her heart pound. Him. What a turn-on.
Knowing that she was naked underneath thatgown, that nothing more than a thin wisp of cotton separated his skin from hers tortured him, made his hands itch to feel her through the fabric. Knox pulled in a shaky breath and quelled the almost overwhelming urge to back her onto the picnic
Aziz Ansari, Eric Klinenberg