Romancing Rem’eb (Ice Planet Clones #3) Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Ice Planet Clones Series by Ruby Dixon
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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I gasp at the way he clasps it, his hand warm and callused and huge. It practically swallows my foot, and I didn’t realize I was so sensitive there. I gasp again when he leans in and nibbles on my ankle, his mouth moving over delicate bones. He kisses me there and my wrist throbs, reminding me of how he put his mouth there, too. He looks at me as he mouths my heel, and I shiver.

He gives my ankle one final kiss and then tugs on my pant leg, pulling it down. Or trying to. It’s still belted at my waist and I hurriedly undo the knot there. It’s clear Rem’eb isn’t used to undressing women, and I don’t want to interrupt this moment for anything. I fall back onto my elbows again, lifting my hips to help him pull my pants downward. He tugs one leg free, and then I lift the other, shoving my foot right under his nose again. It’s part playfulness, part demand that he put his mouth on me some more.

I like it far more than I probably should. It’s the way he acts when he tastes even the most mundane of my body parts. Like he wants to be there for hours. Like he’s never had better than this moment. Like he’d die happily if he could just kiss my knee for the rest of all time, like he is right now. Rem’eb’s mouth tickles against my skin, brushing over one leg as he finishes pulling my pants free from the other. Then I’m in nothing but my breast-band and panties, and I’m feeling sexier and more beautiful than ever, all because he looks at me like I’m a goddess.

Our eyes lock again, my khui humming with renewed enthusiasm. The resonance song is so strong that it makes my entire body feel as if it’s vibrating. With a careful hand, I keep my gaze on him as I pull the knot between my breasts free. My supportive leather band falls to the side, my tits bouncing free.

His gaze immediately goes there, the lust blazing in his eyes.

I arch my back, thrusting my tits out. My nipples are tight, pricking as if begging for his touch. Or my touch. Or any touch. Fuck, I just need to be touched. I run a finger along the tip of one breast as he watches.

Rem’eb groans, leaning forward and falling over me. His mouth is on my neck, his big body brushing over mine. A hand cups my breast, a sharp gasp escaping me.

“You smell so good,” he murmurs against my ear, his thumb skimming my nipple and sending prickles of desire all through me. “And you are so soft all over. I could touch you for days.”

“I highly encourage such a thing,” I whisper.

He pulls back, eyeing me. “I did not mark what you said.”

Shit. The moment is ruined. Rem’eb’s searching my face, making sure everything is all right. I hate this language barrier. I hate it so much. I tap my chin hurriedly, telling him that all is good, and then put my hand over the one on my breast and give it a squeeze. I hope that’s a universal sign for “keep going.”

His eyes flare and he kisses me again, his lips clinging to mine as his thumb teases my nipple. I whimper, sliding my hand to the back of his neck, and hold on tight as he kisses my chin and then moves lower. Yes, yes. Please kiss my breasts. Please put your mouth on them in that unhinged way you did my ankle.

The sound I make when he kisses the tip of my breast is unholy. Unintelligible. All I know is that I need so much more.

Rem’eb makes a ragged sound, licking my nipple and gazing up at me. “More of that?”

I nod frantically.

He falls upon my breasts again, cupping one and kneading it as he lavishes attention on the other. He gives one and then the other the same wild attention he gave to my wrist, with hungry, open-mouth kisses and sucking, as if he wants to devour me, piece by piece. A second hand cups my breast, and then both are cradled while he goes back and forth between them, sucking on my nipples.

“My beautiful stranger,” he murmurs between mouthing nips. “Let me taste you all over.”

I moan, arching my hips. “Yes.”

He kisses between my breasts, tongue trailing through the valley there, and slides his body lower. A hand grasps my panties and drags them downward, the bulky leather hitching at my hips. I lift them, but he has to tug on them twice before they move, and glances up at me sheepishly.

I giggle. “They’re terrible, I know. But I feel naked without them.”

A grin curves his mouth. “I hope you are not laughing at me.”



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