Page 26 of Princess for the Space Cowboy

“I will?!” she squeaks.

Before Asher can reply, Kayden reaches us and stops beside him. Asher and I might as well be invisible. Kayden’s gaze is locked on Nadine.

Kayden finally looks toward Asher and me. He holds his hand out to Nadine as she looks at me uncertainly. “I need to talk with her privately,” he announces.

When Asher catches my eyes and nods, I reply, “Go ahead.”

Kayden takes Nadine’s hand, and they leave through the back of the room. “Will they marry now?” I whisper to Asher.

He shakes his head. “Not until we get back to our planet.”

I’ve been focused solely on finding mates, so I didn’t think beyond the initial phase. “So it’s important for everyone to marryonthe planet?”

“They must. It’s binding.”

“Oh, well, that’s good to know,” I tease.

He winks, and my pulse kicks up its pace.

“How is this going?” he asks.

It’s so silly, but these moments when we’re just talking seem mundane, but his attention is so focused on me I could practically swoon.

“Good, I think,” I say, forcing my attention away from him and glancing around the room quickly. We have selectedfive candidates so far. “Helena wants to leave today with five candidates or more.”

“Good.” He paused, and I feel the warmth of his palm sliding over my shoulder. “I’m ready to go,” he says.

“Asher,” I whisper after he leans down again and gives me a lingering kiss, even teasing his tongue against mine.

“Yes, my love?” he murmurs.

I feel the clench of my pussy. I can’t even reply.

“I can’t wait to get back to our planet. We need to go home, and I need to be inside you.”

I’ve never had anyone speak to me as bluntly as Asher does. It’s direct and naughty, yet it feels like another form of love with him, so dirty and intimate. I feel like the slick moisture between my thighs.

He glances at Helena. “Can I speak privately with my princess?” he asks.

“Of course,” she replies.

He leads me quickly out of the room, down the hallway, and up to the office we met in before. My eyes land on the nondescript plastic table.

In a burning second, Asher is kissing me. My entire body is aflame with need as he takes deep sips from my mouth. He closes the door behind us, and I hear the snick of the lock. Pressing me to the door, he slides his hand down to catch the hem of my skirt and drags it up.

At his request, I go bare with nothing underneath. I never know when he may need me or I may need him. His fingers delve into my slippery-wet and swollen folds.

“Oh, love,” he growls against my mouth as his fingers tease into me, pumping once and then again.

“Asher…” I whimper as he lifts his head. I’m on fire for him, just him.

He palms my cheek with one hand, and he slides it down to drag his thumb across my kiss-swollen lips. I can’t help it, and my tongue darts out to taste his skin. I savor the salty tang.

His eyes darken. “I love you, Jane,” he murmurs.

“And I love you,” I return just as he pumps his fingers into me again, and my pussy squeezes around them. “I need you,” I rasp.

He spins us around, moving quickly across the room and sliding my hips onto the table. My skirt is bunched up around my hips. He pushes my knees apart, his eyes dropping down. I can literally feel the heat of his stare between my thighs.

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