He was still touching her.
And Eve felt like putty in his hands.
Khiva hadn’t said a word since she told him she would stay. They were still standing next to the window and she was pressed up against the front of his massive bulk. She felt his cock pressed into her belly, because of their height difference. Through the silk, she felt it pulse against her, reminding her why she’d come.
It was a strange foreign sensation, feeling the obvious arousal of a male, but Eve felt…calm. As if his touch was a drug.
She shivered when he dragged his fingertips up the expanse of her back, all the way to her neck, before moving down again.
And it was right then that Eve acknowledged she was happy with her decision to come to Madame Allegria’s.Thiswas what she wanted. Touch. To feel close to someone.
Khiva’s body was emanating heat and she felt it seep into her skin, into her bones. His chest rumbled with a sound, a pleased sound, and they were so close that Eve felt it more than she heard it.
But right then, right when his hands skimmed past her hips, gliding over the cheeks of her backside, Eve’s stomach growled. Loudly.
Khiva’s hands paused and Eve’s face flamed.
“Sorry,” she said quietly. “I haven’t really eaten today.”
Frankly, she’d had no appetite until right then, at the worst possible time.
Khiva’s eyes glowed from the light of the fire burning in the hearth. Slowly, as though reluctant, his arms drew away and Eve almost sighed, feeling the loss his touch already. He crossed over to a small panel next to the door and pressed a button. The panel began to glow a soft blue.
At her confused expression, he said, “I have sent for a meal.”
“Oh, you didn’t have to,” she said softly. “I’ll be fine.”
The look in his eyes could only be described assearingwhen he returned to her.
“You need the energy,” he rasped, “for the rest of the night.”
Eve’s breath hitched at the implication. Her lips parted, trying to think of a way to say what was on her mind.
Eventually, she just went with honesty.
“I don’t know if I want to have sex tonight,” she said. “I…I know that’s why I came here, to experience it for the first time, but being here now…I’m not sure I’m ready to be honest.”
Khiva’s eyes were dark as he said, “There is no pressure here, Evelyn. We can build our time however you wish.”
She couldn’t help but ask, “Have any of your, um, clients come to you and not wanted sex?”
The corner of his lips twitched. “Veki. No,” he clarified. “Like I said, females come to the Krave for one reason.”
Eve’s eyes strayed to the carpet. It was of an Old Earth Moroccan design, she knew. It had bright, preserved colors of purple and maroon.
“Do you think I’m strange?” she asked quietly.
“Not strange, no,” he said. “Unique, yes. There is no rush, Evelyn. I am yours for our time together. We can do anything you like.”
Before she could say anything, there was a knock at the heavy door. Khiva pulled it open and Eve couldn’t help but run her eyes over his broad back, at the shifting muscles that worked in unison underneath his tight shirt.
Her sex throbbed again and her breasts felt heavy under her silk dress. Never had she felt such attraction to a male before…and Khiva wasn’t even human.
Eve couldn’t see whoever had delivered her meal and Khiva closed the door, bringing in a large tray filled with platters, before she could. Khiva set the tray down on the small steel table, which was next to a closed black door that she assumed was a washroom. The silverware clattered as he uncovered three separate plates of food, gesturing for her to come over.
Her stomach growled softly again at the sight and smell of food. As she approached, she saw there was a huge steak with a dark glaze, a whole basket of warm bread with rosemary butter, and a slice of chocolate cake with thick frosting.
There was only one set of silverware, however, and she raised her brows at Khiva. “I think you overestimate my appetite.”
