Khiva focused his eyes back on her, his fingertips still warm on her thigh.
“What do you want of me this night?” he asked softly.
After taking a single bite of the cake, Eve knew she wouldn’t be able to eat any more and she pushed the plates away.
“I…I don’t know,” she confessed, carefully laying her napkin next to the tray.
Khiva’s head cocked to the side and he leaned forward a bit, pressing closer. “May I make a suggestion?”
Eve blinked. “Yes.”
“You like to be touched,pax?”
Her lips parted. Had she been that obvious? Softly, she said, “Yes.”
His chin lifted up. “We can start there. We can finish there too, for tonight, if you do not want more.”
Her heart thudded in her throat. What did ‘touching’ mean exactly?
But she didn’t ask. Instead, she whispered, “Okay.”
A soft growl rose in his throat. “Would you like to touch me as well?”
Her sex throbbed at the question.
God, yes. She wanted to touch him.
“Yes,” she whispered, surprised at herself when she held his eyes and didn’t shy away. “I do.”
His fingers clenched around her thigh before they released.
Then he asked, almost with hesitation, “Where would you like to start?”
“Can I make a request?” she asked, looking down at his hand before meeting his eyes again.
His brow furrowed. “Pax. Of course.”
“I’m new to all of this,” she said. “And because of that, I don’t really want to lead anything. If I don’t like something, or want to do something different, then I’m not afraid to say so. I just want to…experience this without having to worry about the little decisions that go with it, like where to start or where to sit.” Taking a deep breath, she continued, “I know I’m your client and I know you’re supposed to follow my requests, but I’m requesting that you lead everything tonight. Will you?”
His pupils flared and Eve couldn’t help but wonder if he preferred leading.
Yes, she knew. She’d observed many men in her life and the way they acted. Some were gentle, some were aggressive, some were dominant, some knew exactly what they wanted.
Something told her that Khiva could be any of those things. But one thing she couldn’t picture him being was a follower.
“Pax,” he finally rasped. “I will lead tonight. But promise me that if you want a change, you will tell me.”
“I promise,” she said quietly, anticipation beginning to rise in her belly.
His gaze flickered to the half-empty plates in front of her. “Are you finished with your meal?”
“Yes.”
No sooner than she said that did he pull her from the chair, his hands wrapping around her hips in an almost possessive way. It made her belly clench at how erotic she found that.
“Good,” he murmured, his eyes connected with hers. “Then let us begin.”
Chapter Six
