Page 41 of Lost in Barbarian Space

“So very pretty,” he murmured. He ran his fingers through her folds, and she cried out at the touch. “And so very wet for me.”

He pressed his mouth to her.

There were no gentle laps or slow moves for her hungry warrior. Instead, there were hard licks and firm sucks. The sensations made her body tremble and her hands twisted in the covers.

“Colm…oh, God…don’t stop.”

He growled against her and sucked her clit into his mouth. Honor couldn’t hold back against the explosive sensations rocketing through her body. All the residual shock and adrenaline from the mission poured through her, amping up her response. She rocked back against his clever mouth, hungry for more. He sucked again and she exploded. Her scream bounced off the walls of her cabin.

She collapsed on the bed, panting hard.

She felt movement behind her, then the sound of a buckle unfastening. Yes. She wanted Colm, hard and thick, inside her.

The comm unit beside her bed pinged.

No.

She hesitated, tempted to ignore it. But the call could be about Dr. Behati. She glanced back at Colm, her gaze going to where his trousers gaped open, showing more hard muscle. Sorrow and desire rode her hard, but she sat up, twisting the sheet around her. “I’m sorry.” She touched the comm button. “Brandall.”

“Agent Brandall?” Ning’s voice came through clearly. “Dr. Lev’nan and the others are waiting on you and Warrior Mal Kor before we open the lockbox you brought back from the moon. Can you meet us in the library?”

Honor pressed her head to the covers. Her body was still quivering from Colm’s touch. “Yes, of course.”

“I can’t reach Colm⁠—”

“I’ll find him.” She cleared her throat. “See you in five minutes.” She closed the line and turned. “Colm⁠—”

He planted one knee on the bed, leaned in, and kissed her. As his tongue moved against hers, she tasted herself on his lips.

“You have work to do. I understand. For now, my work is done.” He palmed her breast. “But I have more plans for us, Honor. And in the future, I do not want you to battle giant wolves and get injured.”

She bristled. “I work in security, barbarian. I decide what I do, not you. You don’t rule the galaxy.”

“I don’t want the galaxy.” He flicked a thumb over her nipple and she gasped. “I just want you.”

She released a shaky breath. No one had ever wanted her like this warrior. “Later.”

He nodded. “Later.”

As Honor stood and moved toward her closet on legs that felt like liquid, she looked back over her shoulder. “Oh, and warrior? I don’t want to see you injured battling giant wolves, either.”

A faint smile crossed his face. “Then I suggest we look out for each other.”

CHAPTER NINE

Colm sipped his coffee—feeling his nanami working to dilute the effect of the stimulant in the drink—and watched Honor and the older scholar circle the metal box. It sat on a brightly-lit table in the library.

He watched the two of them comment and mutter, and toss ideas around for how to open the box. Several other archeologists and Officer Abora stood nearby, watching and offering their ideas, too.

Colm took another mouthful of coffee again, but it wasn’t the taste of the strong drink that piqued his interest—it was the fact that he could still taste Honor on his lips.

Those moments in her cabin…it made him hard to think about it. Having her under his hands, under his mouth. He’d felt like an enraged hargon beast, scenting its mate. Seeing her on the moon, so small and courageous against the giant wolves had snapped something inside him.

Even now, he felt an unsettled, restless fury ebbing and flowing inside him.

He was worried the dark secret he harbored was about to break free.

Honor’s voice snapped through his black thoughts. She was so focused on her work, and he wondered if anyone else could see the guilt stamped all over her face. She’d already called down to the med bay three times to check on Dr. Behati.