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

this kept up, he might not last much longer.
    “I want you so bad,” he said, pausing in his ministrations, trying to attempt some control over himself.
    But she wasn’t in the mood to wait. “Please, Brody,” she whispered.
    Leaning on his forearms for a moment, he gazed upon her. So gorgeous. Her face had flushed becomingly with passion, and she eyed him with heavy lids, her lips swollen from his kisses.
    “Are you sure?” he asked, cursing himself for asking but more afraid she’d regret and hate him if he didn’t stop now.
    “I need you.”
    Three simple words that meant the world.
    With trembling hands, he unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs, his hands caressing her smooth skin and curved limbs. The white expanse of her thighs beckoned him, and he laid a kiss on the silky flesh.
    “Brody.” She arched, her legs spreading wide in welcome. Moisture glistened on the plump lips of her sex. As quickly as possible, he divested himself of his clothing before he nestled between her legs.
    A part of him urged he slow down, take his time, go in for a lick. Later, when I’m less likely to blow, I’ll taste her. His mouth watered at the thought, but his cock twitched impatiently.
    Arms braced on either side of her, he claimed her lips, even as the head of his shaft nudged at her nether lips. Slowly, he slid himself in, her tight moistness almost enough to have him instantly come. Her hands clawed at his back, and she thrust her hips against him, taking him deeper.
    Brody groaned into her mouth. She felt so damn sweet. He tried to move slowly, to ensure she came with him, but, denied this pleasure for so long, he couldn’t control himself and pumped her faster and faster, the brink quickly approaching.
    By some miracle, or should he say with a matching passion, she kept up with him, her fingers digging deep into the muscles of his shoulders, her body spread wide. She screamed when she came, not that he needed to hear to know she’d found her bliss. Her sex said it as it convulsed around his shaft, the quivering muscles squeezing him tight. It was nirvana. Brody let go, yelling as came inside her, hot spurts and trembling thrusts that drained him.
    Keeping their bodies joined, Brody managed to roll so she lay on top of him. He hugged her tight, wishing he could see her face, but she’d buried it in the hollow of his shoulder.
    When he felt her shaking, he feared the worst. “What’s wrong, kitten? Did I hurt you?”
    She raised her face, her eyes shining with mirth and her lips twitching with giggles. “You might not find it as funny.”
    “Let me be the judge.”
    “I was just thinking that you’re way better than my pocket rocket.”
    Brody blanked for a second. When he grasped the joke, he laughed too, although he pretended to scowl when he responded. “I should hope so. I’ve got a hell of a lot more power than a pair of double A batteries.”
    “Size too.” She grinned, grinding her pelvis against him.
    “And stamina,” he said, thrusting back, pleased at her wide-eyed look when she felt him harden inside her.
    As if once would be enough. He had way too much bottled sexual frustration he needed to expend.
    Burying himself in the sensual softness that was all Hannah’s, he made love to her again, more slowly. He left her on top, his hands cupping her heavy breasts, his eyes watching her as she tilted her head back and rode him cowgirl style. Her hips rocked back and forth, the motion pushing him so deep.
    He couldn’t help but stare at her. He loved watching as she drew closer and closer to her pleasure: her eyes closed, her small white teeth gnawing at her lip as she strived to stay in control. But Brody remembered how to make her lose it.
    Letting his hand drift down to her curls, he found her clit and rubbed it even as she rode him. With whimpering cries, she ground herself against him, her moist flesh squeezing him tight. Moments before her orgasm hit, she opened her eyes and looked