Apocalypse Cowboy: Futuristic Romance with Zombies by Eve Langlais Page A

warm, late morning sun. She wore cut-off jean shorts that showed off way too much thigh and a snug T-shirt that hugged her full breasts, unfettered by a constricting bra.
    Sure, he’d seen her naked before. Imagined it even more than that. It didn’t mean seeing her didn’t affect him. On the contrary, a herd of zombies could have emerged groaning from the woods and he might not have noticed them, so fixated was he on Hannah.
    His desire for her had only gotten stronger during their separation. His mouth went dry, and all the blood and sense in his body went to his cock. Rigid as a steel beam, he turned from her, trying to control the lust that swept through him.
    A soft touch on his back had him turning around to find her standing close. “Brody, I’m hungry,” she said, and was that husky tone his wishful imagination?
    He understood hunger. Those innocuous words put him over the edge. Grabbing her in a rough embrace, he slanted his mouth hard over hers, expecting at any moment for her to push him away but unable to resist her appeal.
    To his surprise, her hands crept up and curled around his neck and clung to him tightly.
    It seemed in this instance their desires aligned.
    Completely undone by this sign of acquiescence, he groaned against her lips, a sound he repeated when her mouth opened and her tongue tentatively probed the inner edge of his lip.
    He immediately met this timid exploration with his own tongue, twining it around hers and tasting her unique sweetness, a flavor he’d never forgotten.
    She sagged in his arms, a familiar action. Desire always made her knees weak. He tightened his arms around her, the feel of her lush body against his driving him insane.
    Needing more, and not trusting himself to be able to hold them both upright, he scooped her up and carried her to the blanket he’d brought along and laid their gear on. He laid her down and took a moment to drink her in from her languorous eyes to her flushed cheeks.
    He expected the slight delay to give her time to regain her senses and protest, but perhaps all was finally forgiven, as she held out her arms to him.
    Needing no further invitation, he covered her body with his own, her thighs spread and welcoming his hard body between them. Even through the material of his jeans, he could feel the heat of her calling to him. He ground his hips against the vee of her thighs, and she pushed back, her hot mouth panting against his.
    Her hands slid under his shirt and rubbed against the muscles of his back. She tugged the fabric up and mewled against his mouth. A sensual plea. He broke from the glory of her lips long enough to pull off his shirt. Before he could cover her again, she’d placed her palms flat against his chest, and he heard her murmur, “So strong. Sexy.”
    He couldn’t help but swell at her praise and remind her…“All yours.” He leaned down to capture her lips again, even as he braced himself on one arm so his other hand could inch her shirt up, his fingers tracing the smooth skin covering her rib cage to the fullness of her breast.
    Cupping that heavy globe, he squeezed, and she gasped against his mouth. She’d always had such sensitive breasts. His callused fingers found her nipple. He rolled it, the erect nub becoming even more prominent. More inviting.
    Leaving her full lips, he pulled her T-shirt up and, with her aid, stripped it from her. He bared her beautiful breasts to his view—and made them accessible to his mouth.
    Swooping in, he caught an erect nipple with his lips. She arched her back in pleasure. Her reaction drove him wild, her sexy wantonness making his frenzied desired even more acute. He sucked her areola and bit it gently. She cried out.
    He did it again.
    “Brody!” She groaned his name and urged him on by digging her fingers into his hair and arching her chest, pushing herself at him, begging for more. He gave it to her, encouraged by her pants and mewls of pleasure. How arousing. How cock hardening. If