Page 14 of Lost in Barbarian Space

But she stayed there, staring into his deep, brown eyes.

His mouth touched hers. Just a nip, then his tongue stroked across the seam of her mouth. She sucked in a sharp breath. She’d expected his kiss to be rough and hard and fast. This gentleness was surprising. And unnerving.

Then he kissed her.

He pulled her closer, and Honor’s hands went to his wide shoulders. His tongue pushed into her mouth in a bold demand. Oh, the man could kiss. She kissed him back, her tongue sliding against his.

She lost herself in the pleasure. The scent and taste of him flooded her senses. Her Predian abilities were wide open, and she drowned in all the gorgeous sensations. He was so big, so strong, and he surrounded her.

A thick thigh pushed between her legs, moving just enough so that the sensitive place between her thighs rubbed against him. A flare of heat arrowed right to her core. She moved, desperate for more.

He pulled back. “Come to my rooms, Honor.” His voice held a hard, hungry edge.

Cool air hit her face, and along with it, a splash of reality.

He was a stranger—an attractive one—but a stranger she had to work with. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” He pushed his hips forward and the very hard and very large bulge of his erection brushed her belly.

She swallowed a groan. “Barbarian⁠—”

“My name is Colm.”

“Colm. It’s an intriguing offer, but it isn’t why I’m here. We have to work together…”

“I am asking for one night. That is all.”

That honest comment soured the flames flicking in her belly. She was tired of being a one-night pleasure, an oddity for any man looking for something different.

“No.” She pushed at his shoulders, but he only budged an inch. “Besides, I’ve sworn off men.”

“Why?”

“They’ve proven problematic. You have problem written all over you.” She waved at his chest.

“And you have independent, opinionated skyflyer written all over you. It will not dull my enjoyment of sliding my cock between your legs.”

Images exploded in her mind. She groaned. “Don’t say that.”

He tilted his head, a devious smile appearing. “Do you like dirty words, Honor?”

Hell, she didn’t know. She’d never been with a man who spoke dirty to her. She’d imagined barbarian warriors to be strong silent types…not dirty-talk types.

He leaned closer, his breath on her ear. “I would love to take that bland uniform off you. I would stroke you all over, learn where you are strong and where you are soft. I am sure between your thighs you are very, very soft.”

“Colm.” She tried to inject some strength into her voice.

“I would lie back and pull you over me, until you straddled my face. I would feast on your flesh and make you writhe on my tongue.”

She trembled. It was so easy to imagine them together.

“I would put you on your knees between my legs and watch my cock slide into your mouth.”

For a second, she saw it. Her hands on hard thighs, his large cock on her lips. Then the vision morphed, and all she saw was Engineer Dickhead with his cute little nurse.

Honor straightened and shoved at Colm’s chest. “I’m sure it would be memorable, Colm. But no.”

“Just one night, Honor.”