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

11. Kayden

Chapter Eleven

KAYDEN

My promises to Nadine ring like a bell inside. I have given my heart to her. I pledged my protection to her, and I keep those promises.

I ponder her question about our safety as well. I know we have this week for ourselves, but after that, I will once again be focused on planning how to manage the upheaval on our planet.

Blessedly, the distraction of Nadine and the power of our infinity pulse is so strong that I’m not preoccupied by anything else during this week. I wake the following morning with her warm and soft beside me. She is delectable and irresistible. I’m spooned behind her, my thick arousal nestled in the plump curves of her bottom.

I can already feel my arousal dripping from the tip of my shaft. Until her, I had never claimed a human woman before. I never thought I would care about being the only one to claim a woman. But Nadine is mine . I have already marked her, and that knowledge burns like a fiery coal inside me.

I slide my hand over her belly, imagining her round with our child. When she shifts and lets out a little sigh in her sleep, I feel another drop of my seed roll out and down my shaft. I bring my hand up to her breasts, teasing her nipples lightly until I feel the awareness in her body. Her nipples are tight already under my touch. I dip my head to breathe her in and dust a kiss along the side of her neck.

“Kayden,” she whispers, her voice velvety soft from sleep.

“Good morning, love,” I murmur into her neck, gratified when I feel goose bumps prickle her skin.

She presses her hips back, letting out a little hum.

“How did you sleep?” I ask as I smooth my hand over her belly.

“Good,” she says.

“Are you sore?” I ask as my hand shifts downward to her mound.

“I don’t know.”

“Can I touch you?”

“Please,” she whimpers.

When I slide my fingers down between her thighs and find her slick, I nearly come against her bottom. She is soaked with her arousal, her thighs wet with it. Her clit is plump and swollen. I rock my hips into the cleft of her bottom.

I shift, rolling onto my back and bringing her with me. Moments later, I can feel her curves pressed against me.

“Kayden,” she gasps as I smooth a hand over her bottom and into her folds.

I move back slightly, and her knees fall to the sides of my hips as I bring her up with me. Another shimmy back, and I’m seated against the pillows with a lapful of Nadine.

I glance down. The underside of my cock is nestled against her slippery core. Instinctively, she rocks her hips back and forth, biting her lip as she lets out a little sigh of satisfaction.

“I need you inside me,” she says between ragged gasps.

I look down. Her clit pokes out, pink and plump. She’s so fucking sexy. Control isn’t usually an issue for me, but I have to scramble for it. The sight of her so ready for me is nearly enough to bring me to release.

The mingling of her arousal with my pre-cum is so slick, it’s almost as good as being inside her. “I’ll go slow,” I tell her.

I nudge her upward, gripping my thick cock and positioning it at her entrance. “Watch,” I say.

She looks down with me as I grip her hips and slowly bring her down over my length. It takes all of my control to keep from coming in her tight core. My cock is sheathed in her pink channel, and she’s clenching and warm.

I tease my fingers over her swollen nub, and she lets out these tiny whimpers.

“Do you want to come for me?” I ask.

She lifts her eyes to mine. “Please…”

I rock my hips gently. “Is this okay?” I slide my palm up her back, levering her forward slightly, creating more friction where we’re joined. “I want you to come, just for me.”

Her lips part as she pants. I rock slowly into her, deeper and deeper with each thrust upward. I can feel the slippery fusion. She begins to tremble, and I catch her cry with a kiss. She clamps around my cock, milking out my seed. I feel it running down my shaft and over my balls.

She relaxes against me, soft and warm in my arms. I rock up once more as another spurt of my release fills her. She’s dripping with it. I feel this intense satisfaction beyond feeling sated. It’s the knowledge that I have claimed her again, that she will be carrying our baby soon.

Long moments later, I reluctantly ease her off me. Her cheeks are pink when she looks up. “You will be carrying our baby by the end of this week,” I tell her.