Page 52 of Lost in Barbarian Space

“I was warrior just a second ago, now I’m barbarian?”

“If the name fits.”

“Take your clothes off, Honor, and come here.”

She rose slowly to her feet, her gaze never leaving his. They stayed there, locked in a silent battle of wills.

But Colm was confident of winning. They both wanted this.

Finally, her hands went to her suit and pulled it off. Next, she slipped all the buttons of her shirt free, then shrugged the garment off. Her pants followed. She glanced at him again, and then it only took her seconds to skim out of her underwear.

And then Honor Brandall stood above him, naked.

Colm sucked in a breath. She was strong, ripe with curves, and beautiful.

Her hands moved up her body, skimming over her belly and then cupping her breasts. She shot him a teasing smile, and he groaned.

“Straddle me,” he growled.

“Bossy.” But she did as he asked. She took her time settling over him until the heat of her was pressed against his belly. His cock was so hard against his trousers that he felt like it would burst.

He surged upward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

“Colm.” Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging hard. She undulated her hips against him.

He kept sucking. He let his hands come up, shaping her ribs until they cupped her full breasts.

“Cold?”

“No.” She pushed him back until he was flat against the fur.

He felt desire surge and his nanami flare.

“Now I’m in charge.” Her eyes flashed.

No woman had ever taken the lead in lovemaking with him before. He was used to being the aggressor.

She scooted backward onto his thighs, and her hands went straight to the buckle of his belt. She unfastened it, then fought the leather and bindings of his trousers. She pulled his cock free.

Her eyes widened. “Holy hell, Colm. That will not fit inside me.”

“It’ll fit. You’ll feel it, but I prepared you for me.”

Her face softened. “Is that what you were doing earlier? Looking after me?”

“Yes.” Always.

She wrapped one hand around him, and gave his cock a few pumps, sending his hips jerking upward. Then she lifted her hips.

He watched eagerly as she lined the thick head of his cock up with her inner thighs. Then she sank down, inch by inch.

He groaned. She moaned. It was a torturous feeling, the tight walls of her slowly sinking over him. Her body accepting him. Her mouth was open, her cheeks flushed.

He gripped her hips, and then he slammed her down.

“Oh.” She quivered above him.

“You’re in charge, Honor. Now what?” His words were hoarse.