My latest cowboy romance is about a unique Texas ranch where women go to get help with sexual frustrations, dysfunctions, and more. One look at their brochure and women are waving money in the air to get a spot on this ranch. Read on for an excerpt of PUSHIN’ BUTTONS. Betcha want to go too!
“What is it, Hugh? Am I late for breakfast?”
She thought she’d read something in the pamphlet about a buffet breakfast, not a sit-down meal. The clients and cowboys would have long nights, and many wouldn’t even make it to breakfast.
When he didn’t reply, she poked her head out, holding the shower curtain self-consciously across her body even though he’d had his tongue buried in her last night.
He sucked in a deep breath, holding her gaze. “You’re using the hibiscus.”
Any coal of heat left inside her swirled down the drain. Hugh had been with enough women that he recognized the scents the women used. Again, it bothered Sibyll to be one in a long line.
Hugh had changed clothes after he’d left. He wore a pair of dark jeans, boots and a simple white T-shirt that clung to his muscles. She dropped her gaze from broad chest to yummy hips, to worn brown boots then slowly made her way back up to his face.
Today his black and blue eye was a little less bruised, but green tinged the outer corner. He looked delicious and menacing as hell. She almost popped her head back inside the shower.
With a lazy movement, he hitched his leg upward and tugged off one boot. When the other hit the floor, there was no more guessing his intention.
He was getting in with her.
She quivered and tried to roll up in the shower curtain. He’d seen her nude, sure, but she was standing. Her heavy breasts drooped and it was impossible to hide that little pooch of fat around her waist.
“Let me wash your back, baby.” His jeans hit the floor, star-shaped belt buckle clinking.
God, he wasn’t wearing…underwear.
She gulped as his glorious cock sprang free, rigid and proud. A trim path beelined from his navel to his pubic hair. More hair coated his strong thighs, dark and sparser.
All man. Damn, he was a beautiful specimen.
Sucking in hibiscus-scented air, she withdrew her head and fought rising emotions. Panic mingled with raw desire.
Hugh stepped into the shower behind her, his big body crowding her out of the spray. He hooked an arm around her middle and pulled her back against his body, letting her feel every muscular inch.
Particularly the inches nestled against the seam of her ass.
He nuzzled her throat, and without thinking she angled her head to provide better access. When she started to wiggle against him, he rumbled appreciation and sucked on her neck for a dizzying, knee-melting minute.
Running his hand over her ass, he said, “Oh yes. Your back needs washing.”
“I think…it’s higher.”
His smile spread over her skin, leaving one on her heart. He nipped the corner of her jaw. Probing the undercurve of her ass with a sureness borne of years of practice, Hugh said, “From my angle, it’s not higher, baby.”
Her knees buckled as he traced the curve to the moist spot between her legs.
Without warning, he pushed against her opening. Her pussy contracted, seeming to suck his thick finger right in.
Hugh fell still. “Holy…fuck, you’re wet, baby. Were you thinking of me?”
And the dark-haired cowboy. Her breathing hitched, and her heart did a stutter-stop that confused the hell out of her. “It’s hard not to think of you after last night.”
He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, and she twisted into his kiss. He held her tight against his body, not allowing her to turn completely as he snaked his tongue over hers. Decadent heat filled her mouth where his tongue worked and her pussy where his finger thrust.
A soft sound emitted from her throat.
Hugh answered with a growl. Pulling his finger free, he whirled her to face him. His thick arousal slid over her hip and throbbed against her belly. Before Hugh could trap her mouth under his again, she gasped, “I want to touch you.”
His eyes grew hooded. A muscle in his jaw fluttered erratically. That movement seemed totally out of control, in sharp contrast to the way he held his body—and held her.
When he took her hand and placed it on his chest, she couldn’t stop her smile. She explored him, forgetting about that roll of pudginess around her middle and the stretch marks on her inner thighs.
She pattered her fingers over pecs, down to ridged abs, then around to his spine and the muscled planes there. He moved with her, putting himself in the perfect place to catch her hands.
Sibyll glanced down at the one thing she’d avoided looking directly at until now.
“Hell,” he ground out as she closed her fingers around the base of his erection. His stomach muscles dipped in reaction to her touch, and a heady sense of power took over.
She pumped it slowly, watching his face contort. Last night he’d given her two hours of love play, while stomping on his own needs. Then he’d slept with her tucked against him all night. Unless he’d taken care of his needs this morning after leaving her, he was still suffering.
Judging by the hard steel under her fingers, he hadn’t gotten off. She wanted to please him more than anything else.
She learned every inch of his cock, from glistening tip to his tight balls. Hugh curled his hands into fists.
Very slowly, she let her knees buckle, dropping to the shower floor. Water struck her in the middle of the back.
“God, baby. You don’t have to—”
She looked up at him, her pussy slick with want just from being near him. “I know. I want this.” In one swift move, she swallowed him.
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