Page 5 of Mate for the Space Cowboy

“That and to consummate our marriage.”

I blink up at him as he takes another step closer. His presence is potent, almost electric. His tail flicks, and I feel the end of it brush my thigh. Jane and my newfound friends from Earth helped me dress for tonight. I’m wearing a simple dress made of a fabric sort of like cotton, but softer. It dips down in a curve over the tops of my breasts and cinches at the waist. The fabric smooths over my hips and flares out to twirl around my ankles. On Earth, I’d worn basically the same thing every day with only a few options. It feels so luxurious here on this planet to have choices.

All this to say, the fabric is thin, and I can feel the brush of his tail through it like a burning strike.

I stare up at him, managing to say, “Oh.”

Hunter tilts his head to the side, and I feel the burn of his gaze as it sweeps up and down my body. My nipples tighten to the point of almost aching.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of the infinity pulse.” The low rumble of his voice feels like a caress to my nerves. I almost feel like a cat purring under his attention.

“I have.” My voice sounds breathless.

He nods, lifting his hand, his fingers curling as his knuckles trail along my cheekbone. My belly feels liquid. My knees are even more wobbly, and I take a step back, my back colliding with the door as my lips part.

“Have you ever been with a man, human or otherwise?” he asks.

I shake my head, trying to breathe but barely getting any air in.

Heat flares in his eyes at my answer as he takes another step closer. I’m desperate for him even though I’m not exactly sure what I want.

His thumb traces along my jawline before sliding over my bottom lip. His hand dips down, his touch light as air on the sideof my neck, and goose bumps rise in its wake. I swallow and hear a subtle whimper coming from my throat as a single fingertip traces along the curve of my neckline before he lightly cups one of my breasts. My back arches into his touch. All I can think is…more.

His touch is so subtle as his thumb teases over a nipple through my dress. He tugs the neckline down just a little. The stretchy fabric gives way, and my breasts plump up over it. I gasp at the feel of his touch on my bare skin. His eyes watch me as my head thumps against the door behind me. I’m near frantic for something, for anything.

As he teases my nipples, he says, “I’m going to kiss you.”

A fiery-hot second later, his lips are brushing over mine, and our kiss is a hot shock to my system. It’s gentle and so deeply sensual I can hardly bear it. His tongue glides out to tangle with mine. I’m moaning and whimpering into his mouth as he teases my breasts.

I hear myself pleading when he lifts his lips from mine. “I’m going to touch you.”

All I can do is nod before his mouth closes over a nipple. When he gives a little suction, the piercing sensation arrows down to that ache between my thighs. My pussy clenches with the need for something, for someone.

He steps back, and I instantly feel bereft, letting out a cry of disappointment.

Hunter’s gaze is dark and intent as he reaches for my hand and tugs me away from the door. A few steps later, we reach a desk. His hands smooth down over my hips, gripping before he lifts me and slides my bottom onto the desk. I’m seated right on the edge where my legs are dangling.

He’s still watching me as he asks, “May I?”

His hands are on the hem of my dress. I nod because all I want is him, all I want is more.

He drags my dress up to where it rumples around my hips. My knees are already open. The panties that Jane told me to wear are drenched with wetness. He teases his fingers over the wet silk.

When he lifts his eyes to mine, he says, “I’m going to make you find your pleasure. If?—”

I cut in, “Please. Hurry.”

He hooks his fingers over the edge of my panties and drags them down, spreading my knees wide. When I look down, I’m a little shocked. I’m pink and glistening, my swollen clit poking out.

When he touches me, I moan, my hips rocking reflexively into his touch.

He reaches for my hand. “Would you like to feel me?”

At my nod, he molds my palm over the front of his breeches. All I want is to feel him inside me. I know instinctively that only Hunter can give me what I want and what I need.

He swiftly opens his breeches, and his shaft springs out. It’s thick and long, and the tip glistens with what must be his seed.

“I want to fill you, but I cannot, not yet. But we can do this,” he says.

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