Body Language: The Boot Knockers, Book 2 by Em Petrova

training. This is just me talking.” He lightly thumped his chest with a fist, his gaze steady but some of the light extinguished in his eyes. She’d probably offended him by talking about work. Maybe this cowboy didn’t like to be reminded.
    She extended a hand. “I’m sorry.”
    His eyes flared in surprise. “Ruthie, for what?” He’d never called her anything but doll, and his use of her name felt somehow more intimate. She started to quiver.
    She lifted a shoulder in a shrug. He crossed the room to her and brushed her long, highlighted hair over her shoulder. The ticklish touch felt like foreplay.
    “You have nothing to be sorry for. Ever. Now let’s get you in bed. I have some poses in mind.” He guided her to the bed and positioned her on her side, legs arranged so they probably looked sexier than they ever had.
    “Cup your chin in your hand, look a little playful.”
    She stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes, and he burst out laughing. He went around the bed to adjust a window blind. When the sun’s glow kissed her skin, he lifted his camera.
    “Relax into it like you did yesterday. Yes, that’s better.” He dropped his camera to stare at her. His dark, heavy-lidded expression was the biggest turn-on ever. Her lips parted on a sigh.
    Snap.
    “Wrap your hair around your finger. Fuck, yes.”
    Instead of looking at the camera, she let her gaze wander over his body. His jeans were perfectly worn, and a white T-shirt molded to his chiseled torso. “There’s a hole in your jeans.”
    Without looking for it, a grin spread over his face. “Uh-huh.”
    The hole was quite small and located by his crotch. Basically he’d caught her examining his bulge. A flush crept over her face.
    Damian groaned. “Damn, you’re gorgeous. One more in this position, then I want you on your knees.”
    That thought sent dirty images racing through her head. He’d gone down on her plenty but she hadn’t taken him into her mouth yet. Her pussy squeezed hard, releasing a trickle of moisture. She let her thighs fall apart, suddenly eager for him to see how aroused he made her.
    His growl of appreciation made her desire spike. Snap.
    Without his prodding, she got onto her knees, legs spread, one hand dipping over her pussy.
    “Just…don’t move.” He snapped half a dozen from different angles before whispering, “Move your hand slightly.”
    She hesitated, suddenly pulled from the moment and dropped back into reality. She was a schoolteacher, half-naked and letting a virtual stranger photograph her. This could cost her so much if the pictures were ever leaked. Her parents would disown her for sure, and they were all she had.
    No, I’m an adult. And I give my consent.
    He arched a brow. “Trust me?”
    She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” She let her hand fall away.
    “Shit. Ruthie, doll. Your pussy is so swollen and wet. What are you thinking about?”
    About sucking your cock. Could she say that?
    The revelation struck her hard. How had she grown so attached to him in such a short time? She ranked the experience up there with something she’d perform on a man she loved long after they were married. Blowjobs were fine, but she couldn’t ask.
    She shook her head.
    “Please,” he drawled, camera to his eye so she could only see his mouth. He ran his tongue over his lower lip.
    She mewled with need and dipped her index finger between her thickened pussy lips, right over her clit. He dropped to his knees and took several close-ups that she should be mortified over. But with just the two of them here in this moment, she felt only sexy and desired.
    “Rub it a little for me.” His voice sounded gritty, as if he’d swallowed glass.
    A moan escaped as she circled her straining nubbin. She ached to thrust her finger inside.
    “Hell. Does that feel good?”
    “Mmm.”
    “Now tell me what you’re thinking.”
    She shook her head.
    He lowered the camera and looked up at her. “Ruthie, tell me.”
    How could she resist