Pushin' Buttons (Boot Knockers) (5 page)

He nodded. “We’re good at finding things out.”

“What else do you know about me?” It was hard to breathe with his body braced atop hers and that intense stare burrowing into her. She felt exposed in brand new ways.

Maybe that’s exactly what she needed so she could have lift-off—to be shoved out of her comfort zone.

He leaned his weight on one elbow and with his other hand, began to stroke her. He ran his fingers over hers, light touches that tickled. After briefly holding her wrist captive, he plucked at the button on her cuff.

Firm pressure on her bare wrist might have been the most tantalizing thing she’d ever experienced.

Still, her mind wouldn’t shut off. “What else do you know?” she prompted between gasps.

“You have a brother in Iowa, where you grew up.” He released her hand long enough to swipe his hat off. It fell to the mattress, and she followed it with her eyes. It was so much a part of him, she couldn’t look away from it.

Until he bit her earlobe.

Hard.

She swallowed a gulp, spinning at the feel of sharp teeth grinding the tender flesh of her ear.

“I know you need to climax. Scream with release. Baby, I’m going to peel you off the ceiling and then flip you over and do it all over again.”

He rocked his erection into the V of her legs.

“For seven.”

Another rock.

“Straight.”

Crush.

“Days.”

He claimed her mouth and attacked her shirt buttons. Each time he’d free a plastic disk from its hole, he’d swirl his tongue all around hers. Juices pooled between her legs, and the cloth that had felt only confining before now trapped. She wiggled, frantic to touch him, to get free of the things binding her.

A hum vibrated through his chest. Approval? Did he like the way she moved?

Growing bolder, she skirted the raised circles of his nipples with her fingers. Inhibitions flew away, lost under Hugh’s level gaze and big body and his determination to give her pleasure.

Sibyll gasped when her shirt opened to reveal a lace bra she’d spent way too much time choosing before coming here.

Hugh growled with appreciation. “Ahh… a girly-girl. Lace and frills under the buttons.”

She nodded, excited that he’d picked up on this oddity in her. The exterior didn’t match the interior. Sure, she loved science and order, but her apartment was a mishmash of thrift shop finds and what she called bazaar goodies. Traveling to exotic countries and bringing back fabrics and brightly colored pottery was a secret thrill.

As was her taste in lingerie.

Practically panting, she mentally urged him to find out what she wore on the bottom. Her bra was only white. But her panties…

He opened his mouth over the slope of her breast, and her control slipped. With a gasp, she scrabbled at his shoulders, arching up for more. Instead of giving her everything she wanted—right now—he lifted his head.

“I’ve always lived in Texas. My favorite color’s green too. I drive a truck. And Sibyll? You’ve got me rock hard.”

He hooked a finger in her bra cup and pulled it down. Her nipple popped free. A shudder ripped through him, and Sibyll’s instincts kicked in. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.

When he sucked her nipple into his mouth, she cried out. Wild horses galloped in her core. Where they’d come from was anyone’s guess. Yesterday she’d been filled with numbers and equations and case studies.

Hugh moved his tongue over her nipple with maddening slowness. For a minute she watched the progress of that wet tongue before she realized she’d quit breathing.

While he licked her into a shivering mess of want, he freed the button of her other cuff. Pinching the fabric, he pulled it off. She slid her arms from the sleeves one at a time.

Gliding a hand along her spine, he lifted her enough to remove the fabric. He tossed her blouse to the floor.

Suddenly she wanted to feel him—skin on skin. “Your…shirt.”

With a bad-boy grin, he gripped the cloth between his shoulders and ripped off his shirt. It followed hers to the floor.

For a heart-pounding minute he simply stared at her. Self-consciousness cut through her haze. Would he mention the little ring of flab above her skirt? Or the stretch marks on her inner thighs?

“So pretty. I’d say gorgeous, but that seems superficial. You have a softness to you, Sibyll, that most women will never own.”

Her eyelids shuttered on his words and the way he said her name, so soft and low.

The tender brush of his lips on her temple made her heart flip. As he worked his way over her forehead to the other temple, she clamped her fists on his nape. He kissed a path down her cheek to her jaw, and underneath to the softest spot on her throat.

Nipping and nibbling weren’t good enough words for what he was doing to her. She rubbed her bare toes against his denim-covered calves, wishing he’d ruche up her skirt so she could spread her legs around his magnificent hips.

But he kept her trapped, at the mercy of kisses that were much softer than she’d expected.

When he reached beneath her and popped the clasp of her bra, her mind riveted.

Now we’re getting somewhere.

She almost laughed with joy. Who was this woman abandoning all she’d been taught about lovemaking? Hugh wasn’t going fast enough.

He peeled the lace away from her ribcage, and her breasts bounced free.

“Holy…” He leaned onto his knees and closed his big hands over each breast. Her breathing came faster. As he located every nerve ending in her breasts, she gazed at him.

Messy brown hair, kept short enough that it didn’t stick out from under his hat. Chiseled jaw, a dimple carved into the center even when he wasn’t smiling. Swells of muscle on his shoulders angled into biceps most men in Atlanta only achieved with personal trainers. And his chest…

She quaked with excitement.

His nipples were two tight brown buds set into each pec, begging for her to bite them.

Another shock of awareness came over her. Had she ever hungered to do that to a man? No, never.

“I can see you want to do something, baby. Do it.” His voice broke her.

Throwing away her inhibitions, she leaned upward and trapped his nipple under her tongue.

Hugh threw his head back. Power surged in her as she tasted and probed him. Before she could make more than five revolutions around his nipple, he hooked his fingers under her jaw and raised her head.

“My turn.” He pressed her down on the bed and prostrated himself atop her. She quivered, expecting him to suck her nipples too, but he went right for her ribs.

A giggle escaped, followed by laughter that shook the bed.

“I don’t care if you’re ticklish, baby. I’m running my tongue along each rib.” As if making her laugh on purpose, he teased and explored. The playful action softened her another fraction. In the back of her mind, she knew he was making her more comfortable with him. But damn, he was so good at it, she hardly cared.

As he lapped at the last rib on her right side, she waited for him to touch her needy breasts. He dove straight for her bellybutton.

The erotic kiss sent her into paroxysms of want. Her pussy spasmed, so ready to earn his attention. She curled her toes and fisted the sheets. “Hugh.”

Until now she hadn’t used his name, and it felt so good falling from her lips. He paused, breath pushing out against her belly. He angled his head and blew a raspberry on her, sending her into giggles again.

Before she realized his intention, he caught the zipper stretching over her ass and slid it down. Tooth by tooth, with painstaking slowness.

“I love that you didn’t wear pantyhose.”

“I usually do. The Texas heat…” She stopped breathing as his fingers landed on
it
—the little knot of silk strings like a spider web at the top of her butt crack, complete with a tiny jeweled spider.

His face rippled with a question mark. With a quick move, he tilted her onto her hip. Total silence ruled as he stared at her flimsy excuse for undergarments. It wasn’t the first thong she’d owned. She had many of those. But these were quite a bit more daring than anything she’d ever worn before.

Hugh dropped his forehead to her spine. “God, Sibyll. I hit the jackpot. Scientist by day, sex kitten by night.”

“It’s not technically night.”

He let her fall onto her back again, staring up the length of her body with something akin to awe. The cord between him and her body’s responses tightened until her pussy throbbed painfully. If he didn’t touch her soon…

Waiting for him to pull off her skirt was exquisite torture. His gaze was a caress of its own. He leaned onto his heels, body so beautiful it hurt her to look and a bulge in his jeans more impressive than any she’d seen.

Maybe he stuffed it.

She giggled.

He raised her foot and bit into the arch as if it were an apple. She gasped at the graze of teeth. Trying to jerk her foot away was like getting herself out of a hogtie. He was strong—and determined.

To do what? Kiss her every inch, that’s what he’d said.

She tightened her belly muscles as he placed nips along her arch to her toes. She almost died watching her toes disappear into his mouth, one at a time.

Decadent pleasure washed over her. The knot in her core stretched. Could he send her over the ledge by only touching her?

He gently arranged her foot on the bed and lifted the other. This foot received its fair due. By the time he began to kiss her ankles, she was a shaking mess.

“Lick your lips one more time, and I might have to punish you, baby.”

She jerked her gaze to his. “What do you mean?” Was that even her voice? It belonged to some sultrier, more adventurous woman.

With a shock, she realized that woman was a distant cousin. In this bedroom on a secluded ranch in Texas with a cowboy who was practically a stranger, Sibyll could be anyone she wanted.

He swirled his tongue up her calf, eyes burning with intensity.

No, she couldn’t pretend. She would be herself, and this would work. He’d make her come dozens of times in the next seven days, and she’d go home and find her own release.

He reached the back of her knee and dragged his teeth over it. The wetness between her thighs pooled. Her fancy underwear would be soaked.

“You like it”—he bit her lightly in the same spot behind her knee—“right here, don’t you?”

“Mmm.”

He slid his tongue over the spot on the inside of her knee again. She twisted in his hold, trying to escape yet get closer.

“Like this…” He did it some more.

“Yesss.”

“I bet you like this too.” He ran his fingers right up between her legs and found her soaking center.

She cried out, shocked by the bold touch after an hour of teasing. He strummed his fingers up and down the cloth covering her pussy. Wild moans escaped her.

“Damn, baby. I’ve gotta see you. All of you.” In a flurry he ripped off her skirt and shoved her black spider’s web panties to the side. The cooler air striking her wet slit ignited a need in her so deep she didn’t know if she’d ever climb back out of this well of wanting.

“Jeezus. So pretty.” He wet his lips. For a maddening moment, she thought he’d go down on her.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone had given her oral, but they always stopped with a tongue cramp because she could never come.

She jerked her knees to shut them.

“No, baby. No. Don’t hide this from me.” His soothing tone helped a little. She relaxed.

He guided her legs up and to the sides, splaying her wide for him. His expression—a man about to partake of a feast—excited the hell out of her.

Anticipation built as Hugh nuzzled her inner thigh and up the crease between leg and cunt. Her panties were pushed aside, exposing her completely. “Smells so good. So pretty. So wet.”

She curled her fingers into his shoulders, the blunt tips of her nails in his skin.

He opened his mouth over her pussy. “Use me, baby. Use my tongue.”

It was the best thing a man had ever said to her. Wild with abandon, she jerked her hips up and her wet folds against his tongue.

Their groans mingled as she bucked and rode his tongue. This… This had never happened before. Her lovers had always taken control. But now Hugh was giving her control, and it felt so, so good. Emotion welled inside her.

The knot in her center pulled tight, juices flooded him. He licked and lapped as she bore down on him again and again.

Hugh’s senses were overloaded. Soap and female smells, musky sweet flavors, satiny skin. And damn, those
panties.
God, he was going to turn into a teenage boy and come in his pants before he got her off.

The rhythm of her hips slowed. He cupped her round ass and drew her up to his mouth, taking control because he didn’t want her tiring.

He drove his tongue deep into her pussy.