Free Pushin' Buttons (Boot Knockers) by Em Petrova Page A

something else. He opened her jeans and eased his fingers into her panties. The first stroke of rough fingers against her sensitive clit rocketed her upward.
    Her head fell back, and Hugh cupped it. Anyone could come around that corner and see them. Tractor-driving Cowboy might buzz past any moment.
    That means I need to get off fast.
    Instead of the time restraint tamping down her desire, it increased it. She rocked into Hugh’s hand.
    “Deep?” he crooned against her throat.
    “Mmm.” An expert like him did know what she liked. He could read women’s cues like a poetry professor read Keats.
    He spread her thighs with his own, changing her stance. The slight shift angled her hips, and he took immediate advantage—plunging a finger into her aching pussy.
    Her walls stretched. God, it wasn’t enough.
    As he stroked that blissful spot that had almost brought her to shimmering release last night, he stabbed his tongue into her mouth in time to his thrusts.
    The wind freshened, bringing smells of grass and hay. But all she could think about was this man stealing her mind. If he carried away her body too, she’d probably turn into a lovesick puppy.
    The drone of the lawn tractor drew closer, and adrenaline spiked. She bucked against Hugh’s fingers. So close.
    Still kissing him, she peeked behind him.
    Of course he caught her.
    “No one can see us.”
    Damn.
    She lost the invisible thread tugging her toward the most powerful feelings she’d ever experienced.
     
    Hugh continued to thrust his finger in and out of her pussy, but the tension inside her had fled. The tightness around his finger eased, and she kissed more slowly.
    Hell, what had happened? Maybe his voice really did send her releases running. Sibyll was a complicated woman, and he obviously wasn’t doing a great job here.
    Frustrated but refusing to show it, he nuzzled her throat. “You’re so wet, baby.” He wanted to tell her how beautiful and desirable she was but worried she might take it as a line. He stroked her side. “What’s stopping you?”
    She slumped a little in his hold and lightly smacked her head off the barn wall. “If I knew, I would have fixed it long ago.”
    Hugh examined her face. “Oh sweetheart. Come here.” Which was a stupid thing to say considering she was plastered against him.
    With a soft noise, Sibyll blinked as if to keep the tears shining in her eyes from falling. Now he felt like a grade-A ass. Between not making her come and seeing those tears, he was just about ready to hand over the reins to Riggs.
    For a long minute he held her, one hand tangled in her thick hair and the other on her spine. Doing the best by her was more important than his personal desires. Yeah, he wanted to see her unravel because of him. Egotistical? Sure. But giving up wasn’t in his nature.
    She sniffed. “It’s not you. You’re fantastic, Hugh.”
    He withdrew enough to look into her eyes. They were clearer. “There’s nothing wrong with you, sweetheart. You understand?” His tone was a little harsh, brooking no argument.
    She gave a nod.
    He pushed away and righted her clothing. Then, taking her hand, he led her away from the barn. Striking out across the field to the bigger horse barn, he worked on the puzzle that was before him.
    Finding a way to fulfill her was imperative. The Boot Knockers never failed. He just needed to stay lively, watch her cues and try new things.
    All in six days.
    He racked his brain. Judging by the way she responded when he’d shoved her against the wall, she liked it a little rough. Maybe she’d respond to a spanking? Domination? He’d have to go back through her file. When he’d fought for her, it had been gut instinct. He didn’t know nearly enough.
    As he worked on the riddle, he talked to her about their surroundings. How they produced their own hay and sometimes extra to sell to surrounding ranches. Where they got their livestock and what they fed them.
    “Riggs and I want to increase the