TWO HOURS AFTER THE FURNITURE had been delivered to the beach house, Richmond and Kayla strolled along the soft sand of the ocean, holding hands. Darkness was quickly approaching. Nervous to tell Richmond about Leroy, a cool breeze twirled up the ends of Kayla’s hair.
Richmond squeezed Kayla’s hand. “I guess Isabelle’s Christmas wish for you to be her mother will soon come true.” Silence swayed in the air. Oh God, give her the strength to tell Richmond she wasn’t marrying him.
Noticing an ivory colored beach canopy propped up in the sand a few feet away from her, Kayla’s heart wrenched. She gazed out at the water, then back at Richmond’s face. “Remember the other day, when I said I had something to tell you?” Nervousness gripped her.
The love Richmond felt for Kayla sparked inside his eyes. “Yes. You want to talk about it now?”
Fearful, Kayla nodded. God, please let him understand. “Yes. When I first moved here—”
“Excuse me, my cell is ringing.” Richmond dropped the cell to his hear. “What’s up?” Frowning, he rolled his eyes. His brows creased. “He what? When?” A deep sigh. “Well, he’s always been stubborn like that. Thinks he knows everything. Call me if you hear anything.” Shaking his head, he placed his cell back in the clip attached to his hip. “Russell decided to check himself out of the hospital without the doctor’s permission, and now he’s nowhere to be found. He left a note with one of the nurses, saying he was going away for a long time. I’m not letting him spoil my night with you. Come.” Tugging her hand, he led her farther down the beach toward the canopy.
Building up the courage to tell Richmond about Leroy, she tried to wave aside her constant hesitancy. “As I was saying, there’s something I—”
Kayla’s breath caught when she stepped inside the large canopy. An ivory fur blanket lay spread on the sand. In the corner sat a huge blue crystal vase, overflowing with red roses. Two lanterns glowed brightly on the ground, casting their shadows on the back of the canopy’s fabric.
Gazing heatedly into Kayla’s eyes, Richmond slid his hand inside his pocket and pulled out a tiny red velvet box. Holding the box up to her face, he popped back the lid. A huge round diamond glistened inside.
She felt her eyes widen with astonishment. Her heartbeat soared. Gawking at the diamond, affections surged through her.
“I know I’ve already asked you to marry me, and you agreed. But this ring is a symbol of my undying love for you, Kay. It makes our engagement official.” Smiling, Richmond plucked the diamond from the slit, grabbed Kayla’s hand, and slid the rock up her trembling wedding finger.
Spreading her fingers, she brought her hand up to her smiling face. “It’s beautiful, Richmond. I love it.” Nose burning, she sniffed. Tears of joy shot to her eyes.
As she dropped her wedding hand to her side, he cupped her neck and face. “I’m glad you like it, Kay. I love you, woman. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” Richmond flopped down on the blanket, reached for Kayla’s hand, then pulled her into his lap.
Curving his arms around her waist, he mashed the side of his face to hers. His flaccid rod turned to concrete against her butt. “There’s some gourmet sandwiches, salad, and pasta in the picnic basket. We can eat in a little if you want, but first let me just hold you. I love holding you. Love sitting here gazing out at the ocean with you in my arms. I can never get enough of you.”
Pushing her long hair from her nape, he kissed her neck. Chills skittered up her spine. Holding her hand out, she looked at the ring glistening on her finger. She hated she had to give it back. God, why hadn’t she told him about Leroy a long time ago?
Putting her right hand to her wedding finger, Kayla’s lips threatened to erupt with a loud whimper. Still sitting with her back to him, he didn’t realize she was twisting the ring, trying to take it off so she could give it back to him. Some lucky woman other than her deserved this ring.
Richmond slid his large hand into the low dip of her shirt and cupped her breast. Flicking his finger over her taut nipple, desire coursed through her veins. Need pooled in her core. She felt her center go slick between the fluttering lips of her labia.
Richmond shifted her in his arms, forcing her sideways in his lap. Kayla gazed up at him to find his eyes flickering with heat. “Your eyes, they’re wet. I made you so happy, you’re about to cry.” Yes, she was about to cry, but not for the reason he believed.
She parted her mouth to tell him it was over, but his lips crashed into hers, sending shock waves through her system. Listening to the ocean waves crash up against the edges of the sandy beach, she savored his tongue. Savored the present memory of the beautiful moment being shared between the two of them. This romantic moment would forever be embedded inside her head. Her heart. Her soul.
Kissing her feverishly, Richmond slid his hands inside Kayla’s jeans, pushed her panties to the side, then inserted his fingers in her heat. Her entrance clenched with desire. “You’re hot and wet. Just like I like you.” Swirling his fingers inside her heat, she groaned huskily. Giving in to the tender strokes of his probing fingers, her hips began gyrating.
Latching on to his aroused gaze, her channel suctioned his fingers. Her body tensed. Electricity sizzled her skin, and she exploded. As her release squirted from her core into the flat palm of his hand and thrusting fingers, her body went rigid in his lap.
“I feel you cumming, Kay. Cum. Cum,” he urged, continuing to pump her.
Richmond rotated his arms, placing her beneath him. Hovering over her, he zipped down his jeans. Her eyes lowered to his lap. His shaft looked like a hard, chocolate banana. Firm. Delicious. Yearning to place him inside her mouth, Kayla’s mouth watered. Her tingling nipples snapped into hard peas.
Flipping the script, knowing this may be her last time tasting him, she scooted down the fur, clenched his erection, and slid him in her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down his shaft, a dull ache formed in Kayla’s center. Although she’d just exploded on his fingers, she needed his member inside her opening. Needed to make tender, passionate love to her body one more time.
Deep grunts and moans wound from Richmond’s lips as she curled her lips tighter around his solid tool. Palming the back of her head, he fisted his erection and fed it to her. Glided it over her moving lips. In and out of her mouth. Twirling her tongue over his bulbous head, she tenderly massaged his hard jewels. She placed her hands on his behind and felt the muscles of his butt cheeks flex and squeeze with every rock of his hips.
Sucking the life out of him, she squeezed her jaws. His hands found her shoulders. A moment later, his fingers threaded her hair. He fisted his manhood, tried to pull out of her mouth, but she gripped him with the inner strong muscles of her cheeks. “Kay, stop. Let me go. I’m about to…” Ignoring him, she placed her fist beneath his and sucked harder.
Kayla locked her gaze with Richmond’s. His eyes burst with flames. Rocking his hips, he thrust in and out of her mouth. She sucked him to the back of her throat, spat him out, then did it again. And again.
Groaning hoarsely, he shuddered, then shot inside her mouth. Kayla’s cheeks expanded as his seed shattered on her tongue. Loving the taste of his milky fluid, she gladly swallowed it.
Peering down at her, he put a finger to her chin and tilted her head back. “Whoa! I wasn’t expecting that.” He flopped down beside her on the fur. “I didn’t think you were the swallowing type.”
His creamy, salty aftermath still clung to her tongue. “It was my first time, Richmond.”
Richmond dropped a quick kiss to her mouth. “Thanks for doing that for me. I enjoyed the hell out of it. But just so you know, I’d never ask you to do such a thing. I only want you to do it if you want to. That goes for everything. The only thing I want from you is to be happy. And to be mine.” Draping an arm around her shoulder, he pulled her closer into his masculine frame.
His declaration caused a flash of wild grief to rip through her as she briefly stared at the ocean. Darkness had finally
faltered upon them. “I know you put my needs first. My concerns first. My joy first. That’s why it’s killing me to tell you—”
Richmond’s cell buzzed again for the second time this evening. “I’m sorry, Kay. But I have to take this. It may be about my father. Hopefully, he took his behind back to the hospital.”
“I understand. Go ahead and answer it.”
“Hello.” Silence. His face crinkled. “Can this wait?” Nothing. “Okay, I’m on my way.” Richmond hopped to his feet. “I’m sorry to cut this short, but an emergency has come up and I gotta go.”
He reached for her hand and helped her to her feet. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll tell you all about it when I get back. Keep your body warm for me.” Richmond took off toward their beach home, leaving her behind. Well, not her home; his home. She’d never get to live in the house she was so looking forward to spending a lifetime in.
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