Seduction, Westmoreland Style - Brenda Jackson [53]
Deciding to take him at his word, Casey let him lead the way while she followed, at least until she came to the cave’s opening that was protected by a pull-down metal security gate. But what caught her attention was the thick layer of tobacco dust surrounding the entrance. She stopped walking again and McKinnon turned and saw what had her attention. “That’s to keep snakes and other unwanted animals out,” he explained.
Casey nodded. That’s what she was afraid of.
After unlocking the security gate, he called back to her, “Come on, cowgirl. You can handle it.”
Casey sighed. She wasn’t so confident anymore but decided not to let McKinnon know it. Once she followed him inside, her breath caught. It was definitely a cave, but McKinnon had transformed it into just what he’d said—a private hide away with a sturdy-looking made-up bed, a chair and a dresser. There were even a couple of tables with kerosene lanterns and several Native American rugs hanging on the stone walls.
She turned to him, amazed. “McKinnon, it’s beautiful.”
Coming to this place was hard on horseback, so she couldn’t help but wonder how he had managed to get furniture in here. He smiled, evidently knowing her question. “It wasn’t easy and more than once Rango and I questioned our sanity. We had one hell of a time but we managed it.”
His lips turned into a mischievous grin when he added, “At the time we thought it would be the ideal place to bring female acquaintances.”
She raised a brow. “Did you?”
He laughed. “Trust me, we tried to, but those we got as far as the entrance wouldn’t go any further once they picked up the scent of the tobacco dust. Everyone around these parts know what it’s mainly used for.”
Casey snorted. “They were nothing but scaredy-cats. Evidently they weren’t true cowgirls.”
McKinnon chuckled. “Evidently.”
Casey crossed her arms over her chest as she shot him a pointed look. “So, McKinnon, why did you really bring me here?”
His eyes glinted with a kick of satisfaction. “I brought you here to give you a taste of your own medicine.”
She lifted a brow. “Meaning?” she asked, releasing a quivering sigh.
“Meaning that you’ve become the queen of seduction. Well today I’m going to be the king of takers and I’m going to take you, Casey,” he said huskily with a half-smile that made heat form between her legs. “I plan on taking you on that bed, against that wall, on that table. Hell, I plan on taking you all over the damn place.”
Casey swallowed the lump in her throat as her gaze flew around the cavernous room. The heat between her legs had intensified with his words. If he was trying to get her wet in a certain spot, it was definitely working. The thought of spending time out here alone with him was sending sparks of fire all through her.
She glanced back at him, met his dark, penetrating gaze. He was standing in the middle of the room with his booted feet braced apart. His hands were tucked in the waistband of his jeans and whether he’d wanted it to or not, his stance placed emphasis on his swollen groin area, which showed just how aroused he was.
“So you think you want to take me all over the place, do you?” she asked, holding his gaze.
“Be forewarned, Casey Westmoreland. It’s not wishful thinking on my part, either. That’s what I intend to do.”
A flirty smile touched her lips as her hands went to her shirt. She slowly began undoing the buttons. “Okay then, King Taker. I guess we need to get started and get what you came here for, don’t we?”
McKinnon crossed the room with a boy-you-are-gonna-get-laid smile on his face, and Casey decided then and there that he wouldn’t just be taking her, she would be taking him as well, because she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
He came to a stop directly in front of her. “Need help getting out of your clothes?” he asked meaningfully.
“No. You can stand there and watch or save time by getting out of your own clothes.”
He grinned and began following her lead,