Page 17 of Mate for the Space Cowboy

I think to myself, that maybe, just maybe, Thorne has met his match. He’s broody and tends to be distant with most women. He lost his mother when he was young.

Romi blinks before she turns to me. “Glad you’re back safe and sound,” she says. “Melody has missed you.”

My lips instantly curl. “As I have her. Do you need me to stay while you put my mount away?”

Romi shakes her head quickly. “Of course not. It’s my job.” She smiles, sliding her hand down the shimmery silver-black fur of my mount. “He’s one of my favorites.”

“Thank you.” I flick a glance at Thorne, who all but glowers at me. “Thorne is a good man,” I offer. “He would make a good mate. Just ignore it if he’s a grump with you.”

Romi’s cheeks pinken when she looks over toward Thorne for a few seconds before bringing her attention back to me. “A grump, you say?” She lifts her chin slightly.

I chuckle. “Yes. I have no doubt you can handle him. After all, you train these horses when they’re wild.” I dip my head. “Thank you again.”

As I stride past Thorne a moment later, I say, “Watch yourself.”

“What do you mean?” he calls to my back.

“You’ll figure it out,” I call in return.

I break into a run as I turn through the gates to our small property. Moments later, I burst through the door, calling, “Melody!”

She turns from where she is in the kitchen, a smile unfurling across her face. My heart kicks so hard in my chest it hurts. I stop abruptly, simply taking a moment to absorb the vision of her. Her hair is down, silky and pretty around her shoulders. Her eyes are wide and her cheeks pink. She’s wearing a sundress.

I watch the flush spread down her neck and across her chest. The collar of her dress dips low over her breasts. I could swear they’re fuller than they were the last time I saw her. Awareness sizzles in my body, and I know she’s carrying our baby.

I stop in front of her, reaching for her hands. Her touch instantly grounds me, soothing the ache of missing her.

“I’ve missed you,” she says. She tugs one hand free, placing her palm over my heart as she takes a step closer.

My heart lurches toward her, recognizing the one who holds it. “As I’ve missed you,” I say.

I slip my arm around her waist. Although our connection goes far beyond desire, this desire is part of what binds us together. At this moment, my sheer need for her is nearly overwhelming.

I slide my palm down over the sweet curve of her bottom, taking one more step until we are flush together. I know she can feel the swell of my arousal against her low belly.

“You are with child,” I say, my lips brushing against hers as I bend low.

“I think so,” she whispers in return.

“I need you.”

“I’m yours.” Her words form against my lips.

I claim her mouth with a kiss, loving how she opens for me instantly, her tongue boldly twining with mine as my hand tangles in her hair. The following moments are a fumbled rush. I tug her dress down over her breasts, bending low to give a hard suck on one nipple as I tease the other with my thumb.

She cries out, arching into my touch and another shot of blood arrows to my cock. I savor every touch, the sweet scent of her, the feel of her curves, her silky soft skin, and every little sound she makes.

Near frantic with my need for her, I lift my head, nudging her backward into the kitchen toward the counter. I spin her around and drag her dress up over her hips, letting out a little growl of satisfaction at the sight of her bottom. Her skin is stained pink with the flush of her passion.

I nudge her thighs apart with my knee, glancing down as I smooth a hand over her spine and she stretches out on the counter. Our week together gave us time to get to know each other. I know I will learn her thoroughly over the years we share.

I’m gratified she knows already that I love to take her from behind like this sometimes. I glance down to see her pussy pink and glistening, her arousal smeared on the insides of her thighs. She’s dripping wet.

“All for me?” I murmur as I bend over and nip lightly at her ear.

She shivers under my touch, pressing her bottom back into me as she gasps. “Yes, I missed you so much.”

With desperate need pounding like a fist inside my body, I swiftly reach between us, freeing my shaft from my breeches and shoving them down around my hips, just enough to grip my length. I tease the thick head between her folds, getting it slippery. Her arousal mingles with the cum already rolling outof my tip, dripping over her as I draw back slightly and notch myself at her entrance.

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