He liked being with her. He liked speaking with her. He liked the way her eyes softened whenever she smiled or the way they got shy when he kissed her.
Khiva leaned forward to kiss her then, hearing her soft gasp of surprise, eager to leave the bleakness of his past behind for now, especially when he had such a tantalizing female filling his present. He felt the heat of her tongue, a pleasant distraction, and he growled low in his throat at her sweet taste.
Yes, he liked this human female entirely too much for his own good.
And like she said…everything came with a price.
The question was whether he’d be able to pay it when the time eventually came.
He pulled back and asked, “Are you hungry,leeldra?”
It wasn’t shyness in her dazed gaze right then, he noted.
“For what?” she asked.
He chortled, an alien sound to him, for a long time. “For food,” he amended. “We have a long night ahead. You need your energy for what I have planned.”
A small sound escaped her.
Slightly breathless, she said, “Food sounds like a good idea then.”
Khiva trilled in agreement.
Chapter Fourteen
Eve woke disoriented, from one of the deepest sleeps of her life, with a familiar warmth building between her thighs.
The first thing she noticed, however, as her eyelids fluttered open, was light. Morning light. Programmers’ light.
And in a rush, the previous night—and early, early morning—came back to her.
With a gasp, her head tilted down, her blurry gaze finding Khiva, with his black, long tongue buried between her thighs. Eve didn’t know how long he’d been at it, but she felt on the edge of orgasm and she realized that was why she’d woken so abruptly, as if her body was sayingwake up, you don’t want to miss this.
No, she definitely didn’t want to miss this.
“Good morning,” she moaned, her voice husky from sleep.
Khiva lifted his head only long enough to rasp, “Kasunu,leeldra,” which she assumed was the Keriv’i equivalent of her greeting.
And then he wiggled his tongue deep inside her sex, going deep enough to lap at her inner walls, which made sparks jump across her skin. Her nipples tingled as they pebbled tight and her back arched slightly.
Why is he so damn good at this? she thought, her mind still hazy from sleep. Then, she realized that of course, hewouldbe damn good at this. He had to be.
Eve couldn’t help but wonder if he woke up all his clients this way.
She shut down that train of thought before it spiraled out of control and reached down to smooth her hands over his hairless scalp, feeling the different textures of his skin there. Khiva made a rumbling sound and pushed his head harder into her touch. When he gave a gentle suckle to her clit, she lightly raked the tips of her nails across the sensitive flesh, earning her a rough trill that she felt vibrate across her folds.
Last night seemed like a dream. A pleasure-filled, endless, hazy dream that hardly seemed real. But she knew that everything had happened exactly how she remembered it. And while they’d only had sex once, when she’d finally lost her virginity to him, Khiva had kept her satisfied and occupied in other ways.
Most notably, he’d pretty much been buried between her thighs all night, when they weren’t kissing or talking or touching. And while she’d been eager to explore sex more, he’d been concerned that she would be too sore, considering his size.
Evewassore. Her whole body was sore, not just her sensitive sex. It felt like she’d utilized every muscle the night before during her seemingly endless orgasm that had her clenching all parts of her body and straining muscles she’d never even knew existed.
But it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. And she wanted him again.
“Khiva,” she whispered. “Come here.”
He was defiant for a moment, choosing instead to roll her clit around with the tip of his flattened, talented tongue, which left her gasping. One thing she’d learned about him was that for a male in his line of work, he didn’t take to orders well.
