Lost in Barbarian Space(31)

“These are people who willingly go on dangerous expeditions. They know the risks, just as every warrior does when he lifts his sword.”

Tiredness and guilt swamped her. “Let’s get cleaned up and change.”

As they strode side by side down the corridor, Colm was very quiet. The enormity of what had happened on the moon hit Honor. She felt a little shaky. It had been too close.

When they reached her cabin, Honor paused near her door. “Thanks for your help on the moon, Colm. Without you there—”

“You might have died,” he bit out.

She pushed back the strands of hair that had escaped her tie. She really needed a shower. “I’ll clean up and change—”

Suddenly, Colm pushed inside her cabin. With one large hand pressed to her chest, he backed her up against the wall. The door slid closed behind them. She looked up, ready to give him a mouthful, but his face made her pause.

He looked like a man possessed.

“Colm—”

“The wolf almost took your life.” Colm leaned down, pressing his face into her throat. She jumped at the contact. “It almost took you before I had the chance to touch you, before I tasted you—”

Honor felt a flare of damp heat between her legs. “Colm—”

He yanked at her enviro suit. “Off.”

Honor didn’t let herself think. Adrenaline was still surging through her veins, and her hands moved to help Colm remove the suit. It fell at her feet. She pushed at Colm’s fur coat, sliding it off his shoulders and baring his chest. All those intriguing muscles made her mouth water.

She smoothed her hands over the hard planes of his chest, then lower, over his abdomen. He growled.

Once her suit was off, he tore at her clothes.

“Colm—”

“Quiet.” The word was barely understandable, his voice was so hoarse.

Mere moments later, Honor stood there, naked. Before she could say or do anything, he grabbed her, spun her, and tossed her on her bed. She landed on her hands and knees.

Her heart was hammering in her chest. She felt his hands at her legs, pushing them wider apart. God, she was bared to him.

His palms shaped her ass. As the shock of his warm touch speared through her, she looked over her shoulder and her stomach contracted.

He was a big, aroused barbarian warrior. His face was stark, set like stone, and in his eyes blazed a hunger…for her.

He was still wearing his tight leather trousers and they outlined an impressive, erect cock. She licked her lips.

He knelt by the bed, right behind her. She frowned…until she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs.

“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. 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.

Honor 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.”