Chapter 4 #2
“Then we have no deal.”
Aurina’s mouth dropped open. “That’s unreasonable!”
“A kiss. It only has to be quick—” his voice lowered “—if that is what you prefer.”
With her heart racing and her skin flushed by his presence, she wasn’t sure what she wanted.
She’d just crash-landed on a strange planet, and she suspected that however delicious this man, if she gave him an inch, he’d take a stellar mile.
He had “used to giving orders” stamped all over his broad physique.
“Fine.” She leaned up and pressed a quick, close-mouthed kiss to his firm lips.
Oh. She got the barest hint of his taste. The barest feel of those well-shaped lips.
He smiled at her and set her back on her feet.
Dammit. She wanted more. She brushed her hair off her flushed face and saw his lips twitch. The damn barbarian knew it.
“I will take you to your ship, my sweet skyflyer. But first, I have a dispute to deal with.” He scowled. “It cannot wait.”
“I’ll come with you.” She didn’t want him to change his mind, or worse, forget about her. “Ah…I need some clothes first. I don’t think I should parade through your house wearing a sheet.”
His gaze turned hard. “You are not permitted outside of these rooms in a sheet.”
“Barbarian, enough with the orders. I just said I don’t want to do that. No need to cause an argument when we want the same thing.”
“Women do not argue with me.”
“Yes, I can see that.”
His gaze narrowed. “Most men don’t argue with me, either.”
“They’re probably too afraid of that brooding persona of yours.”
He reached out and fingered the edge of the sheet. “You are not afraid of me, are you?”
His tough, callused fingertips brushed her bare shoulder.
Aurina shivered. No pretty-boy hands here.
These were battle-hardened hands, used to holding a sword.
She wondered how they’d feel on other parts of her.
She somehow forced her brain to function.
“No, I’m not afraid of you. I’m used to bossy, over-protective men who like to give orders. ”
He stared at her bare shoulders. “I do not want to see this amazing skin covered by fabric. It is too beautiful.”
“I think you have beautiful skin.” The words just popped out of her mouth. “Ah…I mean, in other parts of the galaxy, people would pay a lot of e-creds to have the metallic-bronze sheen your skin has. Mine would be considered boring.”
“You are not boring, Aurina Phoenix.”
His words shivered through her. She shook herself. “Ah, so…clothes?”
“I had things brought for you.” He strode over to a curtained-off area, and yanked the fabric back. Inside, she saw shelves containing more of his leather trousers and shelves with different types of gauntlets, armbands, and belts. On the other side, several swords and daggers hung on the wall.
“Wow,” she murmured, moving closer.
He grabbed up some scraps of leather. “These are for you. I’ve had them altered to fit your form. Our women are…shaped a little differently.”
“If you call me fat, I’ll punch you.”
“Fat?” His brows pulled together as he handed the clothes over. “You have the body of a goddess. Our women don’t have the generous curves you possess.”
“Oh.” She clutched the leather to her chest. “I’m not really into skirts. Hard to be a good scout in a skirt.”
His lips quirked again. “There are skirts in there…but also trousers.”
“Thank you.” When he just stood there, staring at her, she waved him off. “Go, I’m not changing with you standing there.”
He took a few steps and sank into a deep armchair.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
He rested his arms on the chair. “You said you wouldn’t change with me standing…now I am no longer standing.”
“Barbarian,” she muttered. Fine, she wasn’t a prude. Besides, she wouldn’t mind getting a little revenge for his high-handedness.
She moved back to the bed and set the clothes out. There was a pair of soft leather trousers in a deep brown. They looked like they’d fit her like a glove. She sifted through the shirts and only found form-fitting corsets like the women who’d dropped the food off had been wearing.
Spinning, she eyed Kavon, then she dropped the sheet.
Fire flared in his eyes and he leaned forward.
“Uh-uh.” She waved a finger at him. “No standing.”
With a growl, he sank back into the chair. “I give orders, I do not obey them.”
“You just need a little practice.” Damn, she enjoyed playing with him. That annoyed groove on his forehead did nothing to detract from his attractive face.
Aurina finger-combed her hair, taking her time, excruciatingly conscious of him watching her. There was a flimsy pair of underwear and she pulled them on. They were made from a delicately woven fabric that looked like a spider web.
“Woman, you are…exquisite.”
Her gaze flew to his. He was watching her with an intensity that made her skin flush, and a low heat ignite deep in her belly. No one had ever looked at her like that before.
“Your curves, your hair, your skin—” His gaze traveled her body, before coming back to meet her eyes. “Even that brain you bribed me with is interesting.”
God, the man was driving her crazy. She took her time pulling on the trousers.
Whoa, they really did fit like a glove, slicking over her curves.
She tugged and twisted into the corset. It pushed her breasts up.
Not to galactic-pornstar proportions, but you couldn’t miss the fact they were there.
Belatedly, she realized there was no way she could get the ties at the back done herself.
“Barbarian?”
In a blink, he was beside her. His hand went to the ties. “I am better at undoing these, than fastening them.”
She snorted. “Why am I not surprised?”
He took his time tying them, seemingly absorbed in the task. She was surprised to find the corset was quite comfortable.
“Thank you.”
His fingers trailed over the nape of her neck. An involuntary shiver ran through her.
“Will you leave your hair loose?”
She did sometimes, but when she was working, she almost always tied it back. “Okay.” Her voice was a little husky.
“All right, my sweet skyflyer, let’s get this dispute handled, then I will show you where you crashed.”
He took her hand, his large one engulfing hers, and she let him tug her from the room.
Kavon strode through his halls, keeping a tight hold on Aurina’s hand. He was conscious of the curious looks she was receiving from his people.
He didn’t like it.
He didn’t want anyone looking at her.
He definitely wanted no one to see her naked, or wearing his bedsheet, but the clothes were hardly better. The soft leather cupped the sweet globes of her ass, and the top drew the eye to her amazing breasts.
Kavon wasn’t used to these unruly, possessive feelings. Women came and went. He had no time in his life, in his plan, for a woman like Aurina. He would get whatever knowledge she had that could help in his quest, and that would be it.
His gaze dropped to her. She was looking around eagerly, absorbing the details of his home. Well, perhaps a few nights in his bed were also in order, to douse this crazy need he felt growing for her.
He blew out a breath, and as they neared the great hall, he tried to focus on the unpleasant task ahead.
The room was packed with warriors and a few of his villagers. One woman was crying quietly in a row of seats, surrounded by family who were trying to soothe her.
Kavon strode to the front where his chair sat, elevated above the others on a small dais.
He sat, and Aurina looked around. “Ah, can I sit down there?” She nodded at some empty seats in the crowd.
“No.”
“Then where, barbarian?”
Kavon decided to get a little payback for the torment she’d caused him when she was dressing. “My lap.”
“What?” she squeaked. She thrust her hands on her hips and lowered her voice. “I’m not sitting on your lap.”
“Then at my feet.”
“I’m not sitting there, either.” She looked at the ceiling and appeared to be trying to control herself. After a second, she sat on the arm of his chair. “I’ll get revenge for this, barbarian.”
He felt a spurt of amusement, then he turned his attention to the large warrior lounging in the front row. As he took in the calm and unconcerned demeanor of the warrior, Kavon’s amusement fled.
Zaltoh was a problem Kavon should have dealt with a long time ago. He’d always had a bad attitude and Kavon had hoped, with time, he could have swayed Zaltoh to better beliefs. Kavon looked at the weeping woman and his gut hardened. He had erred, and the woman had paid the price.
“Zaltoh Mal Tarr, rise.”
The warrior did. He was tall, maybe an inch taller than Kavon. “Warlord.”
“You have been accused of attacking this woman against her will.”
There were murmurs among the crowd, and a heated shout from the woman’s family. Kavon held up a hand, and they quieted. He protected his people, and when he failed, he rectified his mistakes, but he wouldn’t tolerate people disobeying his orders. That led to anarchy, and to his people getting hurt.
“She was willing.” Zaltoh smirked and glanced at his fellow warriors in the seats nearby. “When she saw the size of my personal sword, she panicked. Most women do.” His smug gaze moved past Kavon, landing speculatively on Aurina.
“Look at me only,” Kavon said, his voice lethally quiet.
Zaltoh jerked, his smile slipping.
“As warriors, we are committed to the warrior’s code.”
“I am a good warrior. A good fighter,” the accused man insisted.
“You are a good fighter,” Kavon agreed. “But you have failed to be a good warrior. What is the first part of our oath, Zaltoh?”
The big man had gone a little pale. “To protect.”
“To protect whom?”
“Those weaker than ourselves,” the man mumbled.
“You think only of yourself. You did not protect a woman, one weaker than yourself. A woman under my protection.”
The man had gone silent now, staring at the floor.