Page 4 of Princess for the Space Cowboy

He holds his hand out when I step closer, and I reach to shake his hand. His touch is warm and dry and sends heat radiating up my arm. My body feels as if flames flicker through me like little bonfires lighting across the surface of my skin.

I swallow as I look up at him. His shoulders are broad, and he’s wearing some sort of leather. I’m not really sure. He gives off the vibe of a cowboy. Except maybe I’m thinking that because the ad said it was looking for a “princess for a space cowboy.”

“Are you a space cowboy?” I blurt out.

Those piercing blue eyes hold mine, and he lifts one shoulder in an insouciant shrug. “That’s the best way to describe me, probably.” His lips quirk, one side kicking up higher than the other.

My belly does a little flip, and a gush of moisture floods my panties.

“Would you like to sit down?” he prompts.

I try to stay focused, but what I really want to do is kiss him. I thought this whole thing was a joke. It has to be. My intense response must be because I got dumped by my fiancé and lost my best friend all in one swoop.

I decide to approach this directly. What do I have to lose, after all?

“Is this a joke? Do you really need a princess? And what planet are you from?” I ask, my questions tumbling out in a rush.

I literally can’t look away from him. My belly fills with butterflies as my pulse gallops at a breakneck pace.

“It’s definitely not a joke.” His voice is all rumbly. I like it.

“You actually need a princess?” I prompt. “And who is the prince?”

“Me.”

Chapter Four

ASHER

Jane’s stunning green eyes widen as she stares up at me. I’ve met plenty of human women before. They’ve been traveling to our planet for centuries.

But I’ve never met any woman who I want the way I want Jane. Arousal chases through my system so fast my entire body feels like a live wire. Because my people are descended from humans, we’ve always been able to mate with them. We evolved and mated with those on our planet when we were first brought there two centuries ago.

I have never mated with a human. But I’ve also never been pledged to any woman. I’ve only had passing encounters. I tell myself that is why I want Jane so badly.

I take in her tousled brown curls and plump cheeks with freckles. Her mouth parts slightly, and her pink tongue darts out to slide across her bottom lip. I need to kiss her. I need more than that. The need is like static in my brain, drowning out other thoughts.

“Youare the prince?” Her voice is raspy and throaty.

I could listen to her all day. I want to hear her call my name when I make her body sing for me, just me.

“Yes,” I say as I step closer, forgetting that we’re supposed to do some kind of interview here.

Thisisa job, after all. I need her to be my princess so we can ascend to the throne of king and queen when needed.

She takes a step closer as I move toward her. We’re standing immediately in front of each other. It’s as if a force field surrounds us, humming with the electricity of our connection. This is how it’s supposed to happen.

For my people, when you find your mate,your fated, you can experience the elusive infinity pulse. I’ve been told it’s like a song where you can feel the vibration between you. One body calls to the other. Though my parents have it, I’ve always been skeptical because not everyone finds it.

I reach for Jane, sliding my arm around her waist, thinking she may resist. But she doesn’t. She steps closer, and a little growl escapes from my throat when I feel her soft, plush curves barely pressing against my body. My fingers splay just at that sweet dip of her waist, and I can feel the curve of her bottom.

“Do you know what this is?” I rasp.

Her cheeks are flushed pink, her eyes dark with desire. “I’m not sure. I know I want you,” she says with a lift of her chin.

I answer with a dip of my head as I lean down and breathe in her scent. She smells sweet, a little sugary. I want to taste her, all of her. My mouth waters. “Can I kiss you?” I nearly growl.

My cock aches for her, and I want to mate her now, to fill her with my seed and make her plump with our baby.

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