Page 45 of Romancing Rem'eb

My nipples prick at that. Wait, I’m supposed to be the one seducing him. Our eyes meet, and his are filled with liquid heat and there’s a hint of a smile on his face. “Are you turning the tables on me?” I ask. “Because I’m the best at the flirting game.”

He just continues to stroke my lotion-slick hands with his, and another reaches up to caress my jaw. “Soft.”

For a man with a limited vocabulary of English words, he’s dangerous with them.

I want to be the one in control of things, though. I know resonance means we’re destined for each other, but I need more than a bang and nothing else. I want him to swear that he’ll stay with me. So I can’t let him seduce me.

I need to win this battle of wills.

With a throaty little hum of pleasure, I cover his mouth with mine. Each of his kisses seems better than the last. He seems to know instinctively just how to meld his mouth with mine, just how to use his tongue, just how to move his lips. It’s like he’s made for me, and the realization that our khuis think the same thing makes a hurt pierce my heart.

No time to ache, I remind myself. Seduce now, cry later.

So I put on my flirtiest smile and tug at the collar of the crude, makeshift tunic I stitched together for him in one of the hunter caves when we first escaped back into the cold. It comes apart easily, the furs falling from his big body and revealing his strong, incredibly broad torso to my gaze. His beaded necklace hangs there under his clothing against his skin, and I flick the long tooth with a fingertip, and then drag my fingertip directly over to his nipple, toying with it.

“It has been far too long since I looked at your lovely body, Tia,” Rem’eb murmurs, pulling at my clothing. “Do I get to undress you, too?”

Right, because he’s used to seeing me in a breast-band and short skirt, the clothing I normally wear only for excursions to the humid, overly warm fruit cave atmosphere. He probably thinks I look like a teddy bear with all the leathers covering me. Well, he can unwrap me like a present…after I get my way.

I need to remember that I’m seducing him to get him to stay with me. This isn’t about my pleasure. This is about making myself so irresistible to him that he can’t bear the thought of abandoning me…and our future child.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

TIA

Itug on Rem’eb’s clothing instead of letting him access mine. When he puts a hand on the laces of my tunic, I distract him with a hot, wet kiss and plenty of tongue. I pull his clothing open and tease him with fingertips and skimming touches. “I’m in charge.”

“Tia,” Rem’eb breathes my name as if it’s a prayer. “My Tia. My beautiful, beautiful stranger.”

“We can’t be strangers,” I whisper between kisses. “We’re resonating to each other.”

And I boldly stroke his dick again, reminding him that certain parts of our bodies are not strangers at all. That I’m very intimately acquainted with his umbrella dick.

He makes a choked sound at my touch, his head falling back. I love how quickly he loses himself in the moment, how each time I touch him he reacts as if he’s never felt anything so good. It’s such a heady sensation to know that all of my caresses are wanted…when I was here before, flirting with the islanders on the beach, no one wanted more than a kiss or two unless I was willing to commit to belonging to one person and one person alone. This time, I’m the one demanding strings attached.

My, how the tables have turned.

I push those thoughts aside and concentrate on pleasuring Rem’eb instead. It’s such a delight to play with him. To watch how intensely he feels everything. I wiggle my fingers, then loosen the large knot in his leather belt that holds his leggings in place. I slide his clothes down his legs with all of the skill of the most practiced of flirts, and when his legs are bared and his dick is exposed, I lightly run a finger along his length.

The “frill” around the head of him pulses, as if just waiting to unfurl. It’s the most alien thing on this planet full of alien things, and yet I’m oddly thrilled by it. I remember how it felt pushing against the inside of my mouth, and I wonder how that’d feel deep inside me.

Better than any spur, I’d be willing to wager.

“My Rem’eb,” I say lightly, and lick the head of his dick, watching his frill pulse again.

His eyes are bright and intense as he groans again, reaching for me. “Let me touch you,” he pants. “This time when you come, I want to feel it around my fingers.”

My body clenches in response to his words, but I need to keep control. I need to make him want me. Need to make him want more than I give him. So I just smile and lick the head of him again, even as I trace a finger down his shaft and graze his sac. “Not yet, my gorgeous man.”

Rem’eb sucks in a breath and I glance up at him, touching my tongue to the head of his dick again. When he unfurls this time, I know I’ve won. I barely manage to move my head back as his frill extends, trying to close around something a bit like a Venus flytrap. The head of his dick pulls back, fattens, and then surges forward, delivering its payload all over my chin and the front of my tunic in one large warm splat.

Well…that’s my fault for not letting him undress me.

Rem’eb falls back, gasping for breath as his dick shivers and his frill remains puffed. I run a finger around the edge of it, exploring, and Rem’eb lets out an unholy noise, his dick spurting again. “Okay, so you like that. Noted.”

Even though I’m messy now, I’m happy. Rather smug, actually. I made him come. I rocked his world. He’s going to declare love for me after a few days of this, determined to get inside me and impregnate me, and when he does, I’ll finally let him get the goods. I wipe my face and neck clean with the edge of my tunic and then pull the whole thing off, since it’s going to need cleaning later.

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