Bride for the Space Cowboy (Match Made in Space #2)

9. Kayden

Chapter Nine

KAYDEN

I look down at Nadine. Her eyes are wide and dark with desire. There’s a saucy glint in her gaze as she licks the tip of her thumb, tasting my seed.

Her cheeks flush a deep shade of pink. In the heat and intensity of this moment, I forget all of my reservations about allowing myself to give in to the infinity pulse that beats with its own heart between us.

She sits on the end of our bed. Her wedding dress has fallen to her waist, exposing her plump and full breasts. As I take her in, I see the fading bruise underneath her eye. It elicits a surge of protectiveness. I will make sure she’s always safe. I will protect her with the shield of my very being, with the shield of our connection.

The mythology about our people includes stories about the infinity pulse casting a spell of protection for the couples blessed enough to experience it. Its rarity is alleged to give it more power.

I take a breath and lift a hand, trailing my knuckles along the side of her cheek and down, gratified at the feel of goose bumps rising on the surface of her skin in the wake of my touch. Her eyes hold mine, her breath coming in sharp pants, and her lips parted.

“Please don’t make me wait,” she whispers.

“As you wish,” I nearly growl as I dip my head to kiss her again.

I consider myself a man in control of his impulses. I always have been before Nadine. With her, my control goes up in smoke, burned in the fire of our connection. She dissuades me of any notion of control. It isn’t so much what she does. It’s her . It feels as if every time we touch, the power of our link strengthens, vibrating through us.

Our kisses go on and on and on. But I need more; I want more. She tugs at my clothes. I lift her off the bed, and her dress falls in a puddle around her feet. I kick my clothes out of the way, and we are both bare. We stand still through several echoing beats of my heart. Time feels liquid here, with every second flowing into the next.

I lift her again, stretching her out on the bed. She makes these little sounds in her throat that drive into me like spurs, digging into the flanks of a desire already galloping. My raw need spins out of control, and I stretch out over her, my hands greedy. We continue to explore with our hands and teeth and tongues. Her skin is silky, soft and dewy with passion.

I’m begging as much as she is. Please, more, now.

I slide my hand over her belly, loving the soft curve of it. Pushing her thighs apart, I tease my fingers into her core. She’s slick with her arousal. I have to taste her even though I’m impatient to be inside her. I need to carry her taste on my tongue when I bury myself inside her.

I dally with one nipple and then the other, savoring the sting on my scalp when she tugs at my hair and arches up against me. I make my way down her lush body in a trail of kisses.

I pause to take her in. Her pink pussy glistens, and her arousal is smeared on the insides of her thighs. I dip my head, bringing my mouth to her sex as I gently explore her folds with my tongue and suck lightly on her clit. Every little sound she makes sends another throb to my cock.

I need her to find her pleasure before I do. I sink two fingers into her, stretching and pumping. She’s tight. Our people don’t stand on the ceremony of virginity, but it’s clear she’s never been with someone like this. Her walls are tight and clenching around my fingers. She’s crying out, and I feel her body quickening. Her hips buck roughly against my mouth when I swirl my tongue around her swollen and needy clit. Her keening cry is startled as her entire body trembles. I stay with her until she relaxes, and I give her a lingering kiss on the sweet curve of her belly as I rise above her again.

I ease my weight over her carefully, resting in the cradle of her hips. My thick crown notches at her entrance. She’s still trembling, and I feel the kiss of her slick arousal tempting me to let go and plunge inside her roughly.

Her heavy-lidded eyes hold my gaze. Her hair is in a tousle on the pillows, framing her face. “Have you been with a man before?” I ask even though I know the answer.

“Not completely,” she says. “I’m not afraid.”

“I’ll try to be gentle,” I say, knowing this is painful for some women. I shift against her, nudging into her slippery, wet folds.

Her eyes stay locked with mine as I slide in slowly. She lets out a sharp breath when I feel myself pass through the tightest area. I hold still, easing forward until I’m fully seated inside her. I nearly come at the feel of her tight, rippling core around me.

She lets out a little sigh, and I feel her begin to relax. I rock forward subtly and then again.