Body Language: The Boot Knockers, Book 2 Read Online Free Page B

high-fived.
    Ruthie looked between them, more self-conscious than ever. “Uhh…can I see myself?”
    “Oh yes. And your cowboy has been here for the last half an hour, pacing like a caged panther.” Holly grinned as though she knew a secret.
    At the idea of Damian pacing like a wild beast, Ruthie’s breath came faster. So this was part of the seduction—from his gritty voice to his requests for her makeover, he was in charge.
    And she loved it.
    I’m ready to be your sex kitty.
    Holly led her back into the room where Siri had primped her into someone unrecognizable. Ruthie stared straight ahead at the full-length mirror. It took her five heartbeats to realize she was staring at herself.
    She snapped her hands up to her hair, fingering the thick caramel highlights that framed her jaw. A few smaller streaks were interspersed through her dark locks. In the past she’d never considered highlights, always associating them with soccer moms. But this…she looked like she’d just stepped off the pages of a celebrity magazine.
    “I love it. It’s so trendy. Not at all what I’d ever choose for myself.” Her eyes glittered as she surveyed skin that glowed as though she’d just received a massage on an exotic island. And her lips were the perfect pink.
    Like I’ve just been kissed for hours.
    The hair on her forearms stood up.
    In the thin camisole, she felt gorgeous. She ran her hands down to the flare of her hips, which she’d always been self-conscious about. But they looked perfect in the high-cut panties. She was still Ruthie, but seen through different eyes—maybe Damian’s eyes.
    She turned around and peeked over her shoulder at her reflection. In the black stockings, her legs looked a mile long. And the tiny bows that teased the backs of her thighs were playful as hell.
    “Sex kitty,” she whispered.
    Siri nodded reverently.
    Face alive with excitement, Holly clutched Ruthie’s hands and dragged her toward the door. Siri hurried ahead and flung the door open.
    Ruthie sucked in a breath. Damian stood there, eyes burning.
    Damian wet his lips, suddenly parched. As he let his gaze wander over Ruthie, his balls clenched into two tight knots.
    He reached for her. He liked to get to know a woman before taking her to bed, but with Ruthie, he was going to have a hell of a time keeping his hands off her.
    He placed his hands on her upper arms and drank in everything about her appearance. “Your hair…incredible.”
    Behind her, the other two women fizzed at his praise.
    He threaded his fingers through the locks, aware of the silkiness and how damn good it would feel trailing over his chest, then thighs.
    Her makeup was light—a touch of lip stain, a trace of sparkly shadow over each eyelid. But her lashes were long and black, curled at the tips, and she wore an all-over glow.
    Like she’s just come apart around my cock. His jeans grew so tight he feared he might lose blood-flow. But when he raked his gaze over her tits peeking from the cami, her itty-bitty waist and God, those hips… He bit off a growl.
    Every single ounce of self-control he had flew out the window.
    “Get her a robe. I can’t take her out like this.” Mostly because he didn’t want any other cowboys ogling her. Damian planned to hide her away in Bungalow 11 and not let her come up for air until dawn.
    Already he was planning the way he’d pose her for photographs and how the light would shadow her.
    Holly vanished through a door then reappeared carrying a silk kimono wrapper. The Chinese red pattern against Ruthie’s dark hair and eyes would be stunning on film.
    He took the robe and held it for Ruthie to slide her arms into. As he freed her long waves from the collar, he dipped his mouth to her ear. “I’m going to eat you up, Ruthie. Every. Inch.”
    A shudder ripped through her, edging him toward a precipice. He wanted to drive his cock into her tight heat and to hell with his photographs.
    Before he could lose his mind, he hurried