Page 17 of Princess for the Space Cowboy

I chuckle. “It will.”

“Well, then what’s for breakfast?” She approaches the refrigerator, swinging it wide open. It is completely stocked with options, including a fresh array of fruits and vegetables.

The morning passes quickly. We eat after I show her where the delivery area is, only to discover that a delivery has been made for us from our local bakery.

Jane wants coffee and worries that we won’t have it.

“We have coffee. Humans have been coming to our planet for centuries, and we have our own drink that is similar,” I explain. “A little less bitter, but stronger than caffeine.”

She narrows her eyes, cocking her head to the side. “Is it a drug?”

I grin. “Well, technically, caffeine is a drug.”

She rolls her eyes. After breakfast, I show her how to use her phone and get onto our version of a computer system here, which is much faster than what’s available on Earth, then we go out into the courtyard. I hadn’t even been allowed to tour this home until right before I went down to Earth, hoping to find a mate.

“It’s beautiful,” Jane says.

She turns slowly, her eyes arcing about the large inner courtyard. There’s a small pond, and wild birds flit among the trees. She squeaks when she glances up. “There’s a snake!” she yelps.

Its bright green iridescent scales shimmer under the sunlight. “They’re harmless,” I assure her.

Jane looks back toward me. “This is so weird.”

“Weird?” I prompt as I step closer to her, unable to resist reaching for her hand.

She shrugs, looking a little sheepish. “Yes. I’m on another planet. And it’s sort of like Earth, but way better. And you’re here, and I’m a princess. I got married with a tiara,” she marvels.

I chuckle, tugging her to me. “Youarea princess here.”

“Will everyone here call me princess all the time?” She angles her head to look up at me.

“Only in formal settings. Otherwise, you’ll be Jane.”

“And you’ll be called Asher? Are you accustomed to being called prince?”

I shake my head. “I was crowned prince yesterday. Until then, I was just Asher.”

She nods, falling quiet for a moment before adding, “I hope it works. I hope it stays good.”

“What do you mean?”

She places her palm on my chest, and my heart feels as if it’s lunging toward her touch. “This, with us,” she clarifies.

“It will,” I assure her.

“But how do you know?”

Releasing her hand, I slide my arm around her waist, cupping her cheek with my other palm as I bring her flush against me. My arousal is near instant.

“Don’t you feel it?” I murmur, my voice low.

My hand slides down her neck over the wild beat of her pulse, and my thumb traces along her collarbone. I love the way herskin flushes pink so easily as if the desire rises to the surface swiftly in her.

“I do,” she whispers, “but isn’t that just lust?”

“Yes, but it’s more than that. It’s our infinity pulse.”

I feel the rise of her breath and her breasts pressing against my chest. My cock throbs. Jane makes me crazy. I feel almost as if I’m a slave to her, bound so deeply already. It’s as if she has lassoed my heart, the hold cinching tighter and tighter every time we touch.

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