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

Chapter One

NADINE

Months later

I lift our little girl in the air, holding her high. She squeals, her tail swinging before I lower her again and hold her close. I feel Kayden walk into the room and smile at him. “She’s getting so strong.”

Delia’s round cheeks dimple when she smiles at me. I can’t resist leaning forward and nuzzling her cheek.

Looping his arms around both of us, Kayden kisses her cheek and then mine. “The nanny is here,” he tells me.

I love the benefits of living on this planet. All of the families here are cared for. We have nannies available as often as we need them.

Just then, I hear the nanny come walking in. Our nanny is an alien cowboy. While women are revered and worshipped here, when it comes to childcare, responsibilities are shared equally, depending on the family and what they want. Daniel adores Delia and takes such good care of her. “Are we ready?” he asks as Kayden steps back.

Delia squeals with joy at seeing him. That makes it easy for me to hand her over. “She’s always ready to see you, Daniel,” I say.

“I’ll bring her back after she’s had her dinner. It’ll be just in time for her to be nursed and put to bed,” he says.

After a kiss from me and her daddy, Delia is off with Daniel. As soon as the door closes behind her, Kayden spins me around. He walks me back a few steps until my hips bump into the kitchen counter. I stare up into his eyes and feel the flame light between us. I feel breathless as I whisper, “I missed you.”

He left the house this morning, and I’ve missed him since. I’m not fully back to work, only working one or two shifts at the café a week. I’ve started the support group meetings for the new women from Earth. Otherwise, I’m home a lot.

This is the first week he has been going to work daily again since we had the baby. I feel his absence viscerally when he’s away.

Between wet, devouring kisses, he murmurs, “I miss you whenever I’m not with you.” I feel the swell of his length against my belly. “I need you. Now.”

He reaches for my dress, his hand catching at the top as he yanks on it. The buttons come apart, and my breasts spill out. They’re full because I’m nursing. His eyes coast over me. I can feel the heat everywhere. My nipples are taut.

He cups a breast, teasing his thumb over the nipple. When a little bit of milk rolls out, his eyes darken.

He moves quickly, lifting me in his arms. I curl my legs around his waist as we kiss. He crosses over into the living room area. He lowers me to the floor in front of the couch, swiftly unlacing his breeches and tossing his shirt to the side before he sits down.

I push my shoulders back, letting my dress fall off as I straddle him. I stare into his eyes, letting the intense feeling of the infinity pulse roll through me.

He teases his fingers between my thighs, murmuring, “That’s my Nadine, always wet and ready.”

“Only for you,” I gasp.

He moves his hand down to grip his thick cock. I watch as he holds it, positioning it at my entrance. “Ride me, sweetheart.”

I sink over him, throwing my head back as I savor the delicious stretch of him filling me. Only when we’re completely joined like this do I feel I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Our connection is complete.

“Watch,” he commands softly.

I look down as he grips me by the hips, rocking up to meet me as I sink down again and again. I watch his thick shaft, glistening from my arousal as he fills me. My clit pokes out, needy and plump. He finally teases his fingers over it as I feel the heat of his release. One climax rolls into the next. It’s primal and raw.

When he comes again with me, he holds me in his arms, murmuring sweet things and peppering my face with soft kisses. After that, we shower, and I laze around in the kitchen while he makes me dinner. He’s been teaching me how to make meals from my new planet. The sex is amazing with him, but more than anything, I feel so beloved, so cared for, and so protected.

When our little girl comes home and we put her to bed, I curl up beside him on the couch. I’m so grateful for the day when my ex hit me. If that hadn’t happened, I don’t know if I would’ve so impulsively gone to the interviews to come to this planet.

I look into his golden eyes. “I love you,” I whisper.

“You are everything to me,” he murmurs before claiming my lips with another kiss.