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Ariel surrendered to his hands and to whatever he wanted to do to her, feeling almost like a concubine, wanting only to give him pleasure with her body and anything else he wanted to take.

His name tore from her lips as his hands washed the curls between her legs, his fingers gently slipping into her own wetness, moving his slick hand back and forth in a slow steady motion.

She arched back and gave him full access. Heat lit up every inch of her body as she waited for him to take her, to drive his hard cock deep inside, to surrender to the shimmering orgasm close to reach, to⁠—

The water rinsed the bubbles away and he turned her around to face him. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, his tongue gently probing her wet mouth while his hard length settled at her entrance to tease her. The taste of coffee and male hunger swamped her senses. She held on to his damp shoulders and urged him on.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he eased away from the kiss. His fingers caressed her face, his gaze so hot his eyes deepened to an inky black, luring her in.

Then he stepped back.

Ariel blinked, fighting insanity as her body leapt madly for him to finish what he started. “Grant?”

“I’m not bringing you to orgasm, Ariel. Tantra is about building the sexual energy between a couple, riding the waves as they come but not always surrendering.” He stepped forward at her obvious confusion and roughly pushed a thumb over her swollen lips in a gesture of possession. “I want you to think about my hands on you all day. I want you to remember how many times I made you come last night. I want you to imagine what it’s going to be like when I get you alone again. Sexual tension is great foreplay, but you have to have enough control to play.” Grant flashed a wolfish grin. “I happen to have enough control. And I know you do. You are a worthy partner.”

She shook her head as the water poured down over her. Every nerve ending was raw and alert. Her clit felt swollen and uncomfortable; her breasts heavy and ripe. “I don’t think I like this game,” she muttered.

His eyes gleamed. “You will. Your body is a playground, baby, and I intend to play for a long time. Not just one night in a free-for-all.” He stepped away. “Get dressed and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

The door clicked behind him.

* * *

Bastard.

She glared at the man who sexually tortured her but only received a sly wink back, which made things worse. Her body throbbed with unfulfilled longing. Her belly clenched like on the edge of a roller-coaster hill—tight with anticipation. The whole episode was ridiculous. There was no reason to feel this way when satisfaction was available.

Tantra sucked.

She rolled up her yoga mat and cleaned up the studio. It had been a productive session, even with her body buzzing out of control. The students were excited and Ariel felt confident she had demonstrated the asanas correctly and helped Grant promote his school.

She had planned to drive back to New York tonight, but since circumstances had changed considerably with her teacher, she decided to stay. She craved one more night in his bed. She’d already called into the office multiple times, but the upcoming week symbolized hell. The launching of an account took months of planning for a creative team, and her schedule would be pretty tight. She wondered if Grant wanted to keep seeing her when they returned home. The stray thought nagged at her. She couldn’t remember the last time a man confused her. Usually, she knew exactly what type of relationship she was getting into and easily controlled them. Ariel enjoyed being the dominant partner, and men usually had no problem with her role. Grant was the first man to push back.

A smile curved her lips at the thought of his control in the bedroom. The man was in for a surprise tonight. She intended to drive him crazy until he begged for mercy, just like she had. Revenge would be sweet.

“You did well today.”

She turned at the sound of his gravelly voice. “Thanks. I’m getting better. It’s almost as if my body is going deeper into the postures.”

Grant nodded and reached out to smooth back her hair. His gaze traveled over her face with a half-searching, half-serious look. “Yoga is specifically tailored to allow the body the most pleasure. Holding the asanas clears your mind and helps you go deeper into your meditation.”

“I never thought I could sit still for long, but now I find I like it. Control your breath, control your life.”

He smiled at the recital of his common quote to class. “Hmmm, you’ve become my best student.”

“I like to study hard.” She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “But watch out. The student sometimes surpasses the teacher.”

His hand snaked downward to cup her buttocks and bring her up hard against him. He was already aroused. “You’ve got a few more lessons to go, woman. Don’t get cocky on me.”

Ariel lifted her leg so he fit in between the notch of her thighs more snugly. Then slowly ground against him as she bit down hard on his earlobe. “How about getting your cock in me?”

He growled. “You asked for it, little girl.”

One quick twist and her back slammed against the wall. He pinned her legs open as he pressed between her thighs, the stretchy fabric of her yoga pants the only barrier. She lost control and ripped out the band holding his hair, thrusting all ten fingers into the pitch-black strands and pulling hard as the sexual tension pulsed through her body in demand to his thrusts. His hands made their way under her T-shirt and pulled down the cups of her bra to roughly massage her nipples, which were hard little points. A low animal groan escaped her throat. Madness grabbed hold as her breath came in choppy gasps. She urged him on to do her hard, to tear her apart with his mouth and tongue and teeth. To fuck her until there was nothing left of either of them.

* * *

Grant felt a crazed urgency to rip off her pants and thrust into her, but the warning bell sounded in his brain and with his control on the ragged edge, he pulled back. He knew he could make her come right now, come hard with just his fingers brushing against her clit, but he held back, torn between his constant need to control his body and his sudden unruly emotions. He refused to think why this woman scared the literal crap out of him. He stared at her, half naked, panting hard as her cat-green eyes dared him to take her here. She had no fear; she took life and all its messiness with a passionate awareness and lust and never offered an apology. She was true to her body and soul, from her work to her lovemaking. He wanted to hold all that fire within him, feel her tighten around his cock and hear his name on her lips. For the first time since the divorce, he experienced the pure need to own another woman, body and soul, and he’d promised to never feel such weakness again.