Page 52 of Romancing Rem'eb

“Snot hallways saboutchoo,” Tia replies, her voice tart. She fishes another stone out of the coals and adds it to the pouch, watching it closely. “Sabout me sometimz.”

I watch her closely, but I do not see anger or despair directed at me and our resonance. She seems…wrapped up in her sadness. For a moment, it reminds me of my father, who is alone even in a cavern full of people, and my heart aches. When my father’s mood takes him to low places, there is not much I can do except be at his side and wait it out. Sometimes, though…sometimes a distraction pulls him free.

Perhaps it can be so with Tia. While she tends to the pot, I pull out my bag and begin to unwrap the prize that I stole from the village. The weavers will not be pleased to find that one of the smaller looms was stolen away, along with the project half-completed on it. But I had no choice. Tia wanted a loom…

And more than anything, I want to please my beautiful stranger.

She fishes a few of the clahms out of the pouch of water and then adds a sprinkle of salt and some herbs to the opened contents. “Yoo hongree?” she asks, looking over at me. “Rem’eb…”

Her gaze falls on the pieces of the loom, tangled with the threads.

“Satmy loom?” she whispers, forgetting all about the food. Her eyes are wide and she scoots closer to me, her adoring gaze on the mess of hard lengths and knots of thread.

“I had to take one that was in use,” I confess, picking up a piece that looks like an oversized comb. “But I do not know how it works. I did not have time to ask. I was going to insist that the weavers teach me the basics, so I could then teach you. But…now I have a loom and no idea how to put it together. I am so sorry, my Tia.”

She looks at it, and then at me.

Then, she flings her arms around my neck and kisses my face with excitement. “Nevrr sorreh! Thiz dabest!”

Her lips press against my skin, and I automatically put an arm around her, holding her close.

With a soft sound, Tia puts her mouth on mine and kisses me, crawling into my lap. Resonance sings between us, as loud as the roaring waves. I groan as she bears me backward, sliding her leg over my hip. The food is forgotten. The loom is forgotten. All that matters in this moment is Tia’s mouth on mine, the welcome weight of her hips over my stomach.

She kisses me again, her tongue playing against mine. “Rem’eb.”

“You taste so good,” I breathe, lost in the sensation of her soft, sweet mouth. “I did not understand why your people put their mouths on each other at first, but now I am addicted.”

Tia chuckles, and she strokes a hand down the side of my neck, to my chest. “Kinatouchoo?”

“I am yours,” I reply, guessing at her words. “Whatever you wish to do to me, I will take it and gladly.”

She kisses me again, sucking on my lower lip in such a way that my frill engorges. I gasp like a fish out of water, fascinated when she continues to kiss down my covered chest, heading straight for my groin. Yes, I think. Put your mouth on me. Then I will put my mouth on you.

The thought of doing that to her makes me feel an entirely new and different excitement. Not just at claiming my own pleasure, but of watching her claim hers. Surely after that, we will both want to fulfill resonance?—

Tia gets to my belt buckle, looks up at me, and then sits up. She blows on her nails and rubs them against her clothing, a bored expression on her face. “Mebbe latr.”

I sit up, panting. “Does…does that mean now?”

“No.” Her smile is wicked. She gestures at the waiting food. “Dinner now.”

All I can do is throw my head back and laugh. “You tease.”

She wiggles her brows at me. “Gonna getchoo to fall fr me, Rem’eb. Justchoo wayt.”

“And to think I was going to feast upon your pretty cunt right after you feasted upon my cock.”

Her playful expression falls away. “Wut?”

“Not wut,” I reply, ignoring the near-painful throb of my cock and frill. “Now is dinner, as you say.”

The frustrated sound she makes is adorable, because I feel the same way.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

TIA

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