Apocalypse Cowboy: Futuristic Romance with Zombies by Eve Langlais

clamored for her to turn in his arms and kiss him. He wouldn’t turn her away. But her practical side, the one that had helped her get through his leaving her, prevailed—barely.
    I mustn’t give in so easily.
    Moving away from his disturbing presence, she took a breath to try and clear her head, even if it did nothing to cool her crotch. “Okay, I think I get it. Let me move downstream a bit and try again.”
    Unable to face him until her hormones cooled—lest she slide her hand under his shirt and trace the lines of his body—she walked away, as if distance would aid in what ailed her.
    Finding herself a new spot, she flailed and cranked her fishing pole until she managed to cast the lure a few feet from her into the water.
    “I did it,” she crowed, looking over at him triumphantly.
    “Good job. Now try catching one of these.” He flashed white teeth at her as he reeled in and dangled a plump fish.
    Show off. Her competitive side emerging, Hannah watched him unobtrusively and mimed his actions. It wasn’t until he’d caught his third fish around mid-morning that she felt a tug. She reeled her line in a bit, wondering if she’d imagined it, but a stronger pull finally signaled something had taken the bait.
    The rod pulled in her hands as the fish fought her. She reeled faster, struggling to hold on. Strong arms wrapped around hers, helping her hold the pole steady, and Brody’s encouraging words came to her ear.
    “That’s it, kitten. Don’t let him win. You’ve caught a strong one. Come on, baby, reel it in.”
    Excitement coursed through her as she fought against this evening’s dinner until, finally, with a harsh yank on her pole, her scaled foe exited the water.
    It was a beast. A monster. A veritable one-pound Goliath. And she’d caught him.
    She turned her face, her lips a hairsbreadth away from Brody’s, and her eyes met his. “I did it,” she exclaimed.
    “Yes, you did,” he murmured before he touched his mouth to hers.
    Sizzle.
    If ever there was a sound to a kiss it happened right then and there as they touched and their passion for each other exploded.
    Hannah’s lips parted as she responded cautiously to his embrace. His tongue licked along her lower lip before he captured it. Then, he sucked it, a move that had her knees trembling.
    A jerk on the pole in her hand made her pull away, but she couldn’t find the breath to castigate him for the stolen kiss, not when she wanted to chuck the fishing pole—and her awesome catch. Who cared about a stupid fish when all she wanted was to throw herself in his arms and ask for more kisses?
    As he showed her how to unhook her catch, she watched him and mused. She should push away.
    But wouldn’t.
    She should harden her heart.
    But couldn’t.
    Who am I kidding? I want him—bad. Why am I denying myself this pleasure? Sure, he might leave tomorrow or next week, but really, what do I have left to lose? He could be my only chance for happiness. Or a baby.
    The thought of a child, his child, made her chest tight. If she got pregnant and had a baby then, even if he left, she wouldn’t be alone.
    But in order to get a bun in the oven, she’d need to have sex with him. She felt like rolling her eyes—as if sex with him would be a chore.
    Licking her lips, she wondered how to seduce him. She couldn’t just tell him, “Hey, I’ve changed my mind. Let’s screw like bunnies.” Of course, being a man, he’d probably drop his pants quicker than she could say ‘screw’.
    Judging by the smoky glances he kept throwing her, and the bulge he kept shifting to conceal in his pants, Hannah figured she wouldn’t have long to wait before he made his next move.
    Especially if she goaded him.

Chapter Fifteen
    Brody put Hannah’s catch with the others in the cooler filled to the brim with cool river water and then turned around.
    Suppressing a groan, he took in the sight of Hannah shrugging off her track pants and hoodie sweatshirt, her concession to the now