Sacred Serenity (Lotus House Book 2) Read Free

Payback could sometimes be a pain in the neck. Then an idea formed. An absolutely brilliant one, and not only would it help Amber with her coursework, it would solve a major issue for me.
    I stared at Amber and then at Genevieve, whose hands were clasped in a prayer pose at heart center—only this was no prayer. She was downright begging. Her lips moved in a “Please, please, please,” silent request.
    “All right. On one condition.”
    Amber’s green gaze brightened exponentially, her lips tipping up into a shy smile. “Name it.” Her voice was filled to the brim with gratitude, and I loved it. In fact, I wanted far more of it and looked forward to the time where I’d feel that gratitude surrounding me in a far more primal connection.
    Flashes of her in myriad Tantric sexual poses zipped across my mind. Amber in yab-yum position sitting in my lap, face-to-face with me until I tipped her head back, allowing all that hair to dangle and tickle my thighs. I’d worship her breasts, plucking her nipples into tight little berries. Our sacral and root chakras would meld in perfect alignment as I plunged into her, awakening the lioness hiding under the lamb’s wool she wore.
    “How better to observe the class than through participation?”
    Two simultaneous gasps rang through the cavernous room until Genevieve spoke. “Dash…um, there’s probably something you should know about…”
    “In what manner are you suggesting I participate exactly?” Amber squinted, and she crossed her arms over her chest. Classic defensive posture. I hadn’t expected that. This woman, who had just admitted to being attracted to me, who had responded instantly in my arms, didn’t seem altogether eager to physically bond. Perhaps she had a significant other? A trail of prickling heat built in my chest and expanded out.
    Jealousy. Now that was a new one for me. I couldn’t recall the last time I was jealous of a partner—potential, current, or past, much less a woman I didn’t even know.
    I lowered my voice so as not to sound too forceful or demanding. “My assistant bailed again. It seems I can’t keep a single one for more than an eight-week session,” I admitted begrudgingly.
    Her brows pinched together. “Is that how long a normal Tantra course is? Eight weeks?”
    I nodded. “Yes, though some couples like to repeat it and work in detail on specific sections of the workshops.”
    “Would I have to assist you naked?”
    It was impossible not to laugh. Genevieve and I both burst into unbridled laughter at the delicate woman before us. She was beyond the pale. Her innocence positively emanated from every pore.
    “Hardly, though I definitely won’t deny the concept appeals to me…greatly.”
    I watched as her breathing became audible, slow inhales and longer exhales. There was a pattern to her breathing, which indicated to me that she’d practiced this technique before. Probably in other more strenuous or uncomfortable situations. And that’s when I felt like a heel. There were so many misconceptions about the practice of Tantra on the whole and the workshop was titled Tantric Sex & Yoga for Couples —it made sense that she’d have preconceived notions about the content.
    Noticing her discomfort, I stepped forward and laid my hand on her shoulder. I wasn’t sure if the act was to ground me or her, although touching her definitely made me feel better. “All of the participants wear standard yoga attire, though I recommend some looser clothing in specific areas so that certain parts of the body can be touched or caressed. All in areas not considered overtly sexual, I assure you.”
    Amber bit down on her plump, pink bottom lip. My dick caught the movement and rose up from its resting place within my loose pants. Once again, I locked my hands at the wrists in front of my groin.
    “I’ll do it,” she declared with complete confidence.
    Genevieve’s mouth opened and she blinked slowly. “Amber, honey, you do not know what