Seduction, Westmoreland Style - Brenda Jackson [46]
“Let’s finish this inside.” He closed the car door, took her hand and they walked toward the guesthouse.
Chapter 10
It took every ounce of willpower Casey possessed to walk beside McKinnon on sturdy legs. She had deliberately baited him by making the tale of Roving Rogue and Hot Pursuit sound as erotic as she could. And while he’d tried keeping his gaze glued to the road, her gaze had been glued to him—at least to that area where his crotch was located.
She had watched him get aroused, larger than anything she’d ever imagined. And as she had observed the transformation, a tingling of desire had slid sensuously down her spine. What would take place once they were behind closed doors would not come as a surprise to either of them, but what would be a shocker to McKinnon was the next step in her plan of seduction.
When she had dressed for the party she hadn’t a clue that he would return tonight, but her undergarments were sexy nonetheless. And from the way he had looked her up and down a few times at the party, she was well aware he liked her outer garments as well. The above-the-knee skirt had handkerchief-hem tiers of tawny chiffon with a matching fluttery tunic-style blouse. The moment she had looked in the mirror after slipping it on earlier, she’d felt feminine and sexy. And from the looks that several men had given her, they’d thought the same. But none of their interest had meant anything to her. McKinnon’s awareness was the one that mattered.
Casey did her best to slow down her racing pulse when they reached the door. While she inserted the key into the lock, instead of standing back, McKinnon stood so close behind her that she could feel the hardness of his middle pressed against her bottom, letting her know how much he wanted her.
She tensed in anticipation while opening the door, and the moment she stepped over the threshold and he followed her inside and closed the door behind him, he reached out before she had a chance to go too far. “Don’t you go anywhere,” he whispered huskily, his arms gently tightening around her waist as he pulled her to him and turned her around. “I want you.”
And then he was kissing her with more hunger than ever before, pleasuring her mouth while his tongue provided frantic strokes all around the inside. The movement of it intensified and the taste of him was delicious and so teeth-chattering good.
When he pulled back moments later, she automatically moaned out her protest and he placed small kisses along her lips and jaw in consolation. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he whispered as he proceeded to undress her, first taking her blouse and pulling it over her head, and then getting down on one knee to catch hold of her waist to tug the skirt down. She stepped out of it, leaving her exposed in just her matching thong, bra and high-heeled sandals.
Instead of standing, he glanced up at her on bended knee and, reaching out, ran a slow finger up her leg and thigh to her center, the area barely covered by her thong. “Do you know that I carried your taste with me to D.C., and it was the only thing that held my sanity together those nights I slept in that hotel bed wanting you with a desperation that kept me hard all night?” he said while sliding the thong down her legs. “I didn’t know what your final answer would be when I returned, but after tasting you here that night…” he said as he caught her off-guard when he leaned forward and quickly swiped his tongue across her exposed womanly core, “…you became mine, Casey. All mine.”
He tilted his head back and looked up at her. “And that’s why I was filled with so much anger when I arrived at the party and saw you with Summers,” he admitted in a low voice.
Almost blinded with need, Casey met his gaze. “He means nothing to me and after you finish taking off my clothes, I’m going to prove it to you.”
He smiled as he stood. “I’m holding you to that,” he said as he reached out and undid the front clasp of her bra. When it released, her breasts sprang forth as twin delectable globes. “I like