soothing voice, while Arianna slowly went out of her mind.
He had to get his hands off of her or she was going to explode. After a full day of having his fingers explore every intimate, clothed part of her body, she was ready to get naked and get serious.
He patted her rear gently as if she was a horse and instructed her to ease back into Child’s pose.
She rested her forehead on the mat and mentally cursed him with her whole arsenal of weapons. And she had a lot of them.
“Class dismissed. We’ll see you tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m. sharp.” Arianna groaned with relief. Suddenly, he was beside her.
“Are you okay? Sore?” he asked with concern as her groan rose to his ears.
Arianna swore she’d become the Dali Lama himself if she could wrest all this sexual frustration and put it into her practices. Slowly, she raised her head and met his gaze. “No, I’m fine. Just letting out a little tension.”
His full lips quirked in a half smile. “You’ve done yoga for the last six hours. How could you be tense?”
“Poor choice of words. Never mind.”
She stood up and wondered why she felt so cranky. This is what she wanted, hours of asana practice and him to stay away from her. She needed no complications in her life, and God knows, he would be one giant complication.
Arianna knelt to roll up her mat and felt the power of his stare. She refused to look up.
After a few moments, he walked away to chat with the other students as they left.
She pulled her hair out of her ponytail holder and squeezed her fists over her eyes. Okay, she was going to act like a grown-up. Be polite, yet distant. Get a drink at the hotel bar, some food, and a good night’s sleep. There wasn’t too much to clean up so she’d sneak right out of here with the group and tell him she would meet him in the morning.
“Let’s get some dinner.”
She turned and faced him. God, he looked good. Inky strands of hair pulled back from his face. His features stark, slashed cheekbones, high dark brows, piercing eyes so deep they reminded her of polished onyx. His black yoga pants and tank showed off lean, hard muscles.
She wondered how he moved in bed. If class was any indication, he knew every pulse point of pleasure in a woman’s body and how to make her sing.
“Maybe not such a good idea.”
He laughed. “How can you be cranky? You should be buzzed with energy after opening up all your chakras.”
“Maybe you opened up too many.”
He caught the undertones and acknowledged her temper with a nod of his head. Still, his gaze gleamed with humor. “Point taken. We’ll eat and discuss it.” Arianna lifted her eyebrow. “I didn’t think discussion was an option.”
“I’m a civilized man. Discussion is always an option.” He stopped the conversation by interlacing his fingers with hers and led her out of the studio. Arianna was too taken aback to protest as he guided her into the car and drove to the hotel.
She said nothing on the short ride, but stopped at the elevators. “I have to take a shower and change,” she said. “I’ll meet you in the lounge in half an hour.”
“Is that enough time?”
“I’m the type who can be ready in fifteen minutes. The extra was for you.” She heard his chuckle as the doors shushed before her.
Arianna wasted no time. She refused to analyze what had changed, but the possibility of sex with her teacher was too tempting to discard. She showered, threw on a black lace thong and matching bra, and wiggled into her one knit black dress, casual but sexy. The knit dipped in a low rounded neck that showed her cleavage, and stopped above the knee. She left her legs bare and hooked strappy jeweled sandals on her feet. Then headed out.
* * * *
Grant watched her walk into the dining room with a fascination and desire he no longer wanted to hide. God, she was gorgeous. This woman knew who she was and her confidence shimmered from every facet of her body, from her long legs
He had to get his hands off of her or she was going to explode. After a full day of having his fingers explore every intimate, clothed part of her body, she was ready to get naked and get serious.
He patted her rear gently as if she was a horse and instructed her to ease back into Child’s pose.
She rested her forehead on the mat and mentally cursed him with her whole arsenal of weapons. And she had a lot of them.
“Class dismissed. We’ll see you tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m. sharp.” Arianna groaned with relief. Suddenly, he was beside her.
“Are you okay? Sore?” he asked with concern as her groan rose to his ears.
Arianna swore she’d become the Dali Lama himself if she could wrest all this sexual frustration and put it into her practices. Slowly, she raised her head and met his gaze. “No, I’m fine. Just letting out a little tension.”
His full lips quirked in a half smile. “You’ve done yoga for the last six hours. How could you be tense?”
“Poor choice of words. Never mind.”
She stood up and wondered why she felt so cranky. This is what she wanted, hours of asana practice and him to stay away from her. She needed no complications in her life, and God knows, he would be one giant complication.
Arianna knelt to roll up her mat and felt the power of his stare. She refused to look up.
After a few moments, he walked away to chat with the other students as they left.
She pulled her hair out of her ponytail holder and squeezed her fists over her eyes. Okay, she was going to act like a grown-up. Be polite, yet distant. Get a drink at the hotel bar, some food, and a good night’s sleep. There wasn’t too much to clean up so she’d sneak right out of here with the group and tell him she would meet him in the morning.
“Let’s get some dinner.”
She turned and faced him. God, he looked good. Inky strands of hair pulled back from his face. His features stark, slashed cheekbones, high dark brows, piercing eyes so deep they reminded her of polished onyx. His black yoga pants and tank showed off lean, hard muscles.
She wondered how he moved in bed. If class was any indication, he knew every pulse point of pleasure in a woman’s body and how to make her sing.
“Maybe not such a good idea.”
He laughed. “How can you be cranky? You should be buzzed with energy after opening up all your chakras.”
“Maybe you opened up too many.”
He caught the undertones and acknowledged her temper with a nod of his head. Still, his gaze gleamed with humor. “Point taken. We’ll eat and discuss it.” Arianna lifted her eyebrow. “I didn’t think discussion was an option.”
“I’m a civilized man. Discussion is always an option.” He stopped the conversation by interlacing his fingers with hers and led her out of the studio. Arianna was too taken aback to protest as he guided her into the car and drove to the hotel.
She said nothing on the short ride, but stopped at the elevators. “I have to take a shower and change,” she said. “I’ll meet you in the lounge in half an hour.”
“Is that enough time?”
“I’m the type who can be ready in fifteen minutes. The extra was for you.” She heard his chuckle as the doors shushed before her.
Arianna wasted no time. She refused to analyze what had changed, but the possibility of sex with her teacher was too tempting to discard. She showered, threw on a black lace thong and matching bra, and wiggled into her one knit black dress, casual but sexy. The knit dipped in a low rounded neck that showed her cleavage, and stopped above the knee. She left her legs bare and hooked strappy jeweled sandals on her feet. Then headed out.
* * * *
Grant watched her walk into the dining room with a fascination and desire he no longer wanted to hide. God, she was gorgeous. This woman knew who she was and her confidence shimmered from every facet of her body, from her long legs
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