Marrying the Millionaire (22 page)

Her eyes looked dreamy. “Can
I?”

“
Yes.” Richmond opened the
door of the stall and led her inside.

Standing behind her with
his chest pressed to her spine, he gently grabbed her wrist and
brought her hand up to Lord Balfour’s back. As he guided Kayla’s
hand over the horse’s thick, shiny coat, he dropped his lips to the
crook of her neck and kissed her. Her body flinched.
I can’t wait to get inside her again.

Her shoulders motioning up and down,
Richmond could tell he’d stoked a burning fire inside Kayla. Her
hand stilled on the horse’s strong back. Desiring to taste her
lips, he cupped the balls of her shoulders and turned her around to
face him. His lips came down quick on hers.

Nibbling and sucking the plump flesh
of her mouth, he growled. Heat radiated through his veins. Need
clawed at his gut. As much as he didn’t want to, he tore his mouth
from hers, grabbed her hand, and hastened toward the stall towards
his own personal favorite horse.

Shaft throbbing inside his jeans, he
burst inside the stall where his Irish Thoroughbred, Mystic Night,
was. Mystic Night was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, but
unless a person knew horses, they’d have no clue she was so
expensive.

Ready to take Kayla for the ride of a
lifetime, he pulled on Mystic’s reign and led her to the doorway
opposite where the party took place. On the other side of the
stall, where it was nice and quiet, Richmond stuck his foot in the
stirrup and clambered on top of the saddle covering Mystic’s back.
Glancing down at Kayla, he reached for her hand. She hiked her
dress up to her hips and climbed aboard behind him.

Turning his vision to the stall on his
left, he pointed to his other favorite horse. “That’s Gypsy Rose,
the pregnant horse I was telling you about.”

Kayla glanced at Gypsy Rose. “Her
belly is huge. I hope I get to see her deliver.”

“
Me, too. It’d be quite an
experience. Wrap your arms around my waist.” Leaning into his back,
she circled her arms around his waist and squeezed him tight. “Hold
on. Let’s go, Mystic!” He yanked on the reign, and Mystic galloped
into the forest.

KAYLA’S BUTT BOUNCED UP AND down on
the saddle as Mystic cantered through the woods behind the
equestrian. Holding on tight to Richmond, her hair tussled in the
wind. Her nipples hardened against his back in response to the feel
of hugging his large, manly physique. Having learned so much about
the history of his horses, she had an even greater respect for what
he did at the Equestrian. Her hope was that one day she’d get to
see one born right before her eyes. Now that would be
great.

“
Where are we going?” she
wondered as Mystic cantered through the woods.

“
You’ll see in a second!”
Richmond shouted over his shoulder.

Darting through the thick forest,
Mystic galloped along a dirt trail, her hooves grinding in the
dirt. Desiring to reach down between Richmond legs and grip his
shaft, a disturbing thought suddenly rushed inside Kayla’s head at
a rapid rate, making her remember something she so wanted to
forget. Trying to enjoy one of the best times of her life with
Richmond, she couldn’t help but wonder if her grandfather had
killed Richmond’s wife, Salina.

Dear Lord, please don’t let that be
the case. If her grandfather killed Salina, the mother of precious
Isabelle, she’d never be able to forgive Leroy Van Buren for such a
hideous crime. And Richmond, well, he’d probably hate her just
because she was related to him. Why’d she have to find that darn
hidden safe? Why? Why’d she have to find the syringe and the
picture of Salina? And why did Jason tell her to keep her mouth
shut about it?

Oak trees, leaves, and grass permeated
the surrounding air as Mystic continued on her
destination.

Riding Mystic’s back, her eyes darted
around the forest in frustration. Her grandfather, Leroy Van Buren,
was not a murderer. He didn’t have a vicious bone in his body. But
then again, the night he’d called her, right before he’d died in
that horrible car crash, he’d said he had something important to
tell her. Could it be possible that he wanted to tell her he’d made
a house visit to Richmond’s house and had murdered his wife? Lord
have mercy, please say it wasn’t so. Disappointment pushed at her
insides as she wrestled with the unfathomable idea.

“
We’re here.” Richmond
yanked on Mystic’s reign, bringing her to a slow stop in front of a
small, quaint house off the ocean. He climbed down off the horse
first, extended his arms to her, then eased her from the horse to
stand on the ground. Tying Mystic’s reign to the tree while gazing
at the beach home, solitude filled Richmond’s eyes. “Welcome to my
other home. This is where I come to get away from things. To relax
and think.”

She surveyed the nice oceanfront home
surrounded by dense forestry. “It’s beautiful, Richmond. I like
it.”

“
Let me show you the
inside.”

Falling in step beside him as he made
his way toward the white, one story home, salty scents rolled off
the waves of the white sandy beach glistening behind the small
house and sailed inside her nostrils. Although the home was half
the size of his estate on Spaulding Drive, she loved the cozy,
gentle feel it offered.

Richmond turned the key in the lock,
stepped to the side, and allowed Kayla to enter before him. Closing
the door behind them, he put a hand on her back and steered her in
the direction of the living room, which merged into a small,
relaxing den. Other than a white sofa pressed against the wall and
an ocean blue chair by the window, there wasn’t much furniture
inside the house.

A cold chill ran over her as she
fought hard to forget about the picture she’d found of Salina.
Feeling guilty for not telling Richmond about it, she shivered.
Glancing out the floor to ceiling bay windows, she crossed the room
to stare at the ocean. Encircling her arms around her waist,
Richmond came and stood behind her. His nearness sent chills
through her body. The kind of chills that made her want to turn
around and kiss him.

Waves crashed against the edges of the
sand, then rolled back into the mouth of the wide blue sea. “The
view is breathtaking.” Richmond hooked his hands into her shoulders
and began massaging her tensed muscles. Oh, his rotating hands
smoothing out the kinks in her shoulders felt heavenly.

“
I love the view, too. I
bought this home many years ago, with the intention of selling it
to the highest bidder. But as the years went on, it kind of became
my man cave. Sometimes the fellas and I come here to play cards,
drink, and watch sports. At one point, I even tried to convince
Salina that we should move in here, but she said it was too small.
She liked homes with a lot of space.”

“
This would be plenty of
space for me. Actually, I could go even smaller because it’s just
CJ and me. What it doesn’t offer in size, it makes up in view, and
location.” She looked to the right of the beach, then to the left.
“Are there any more houses out here?”

“
There’s another house
about a mile down the road. Are you up for taking a walk on the
ocean?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

Richmond pulled open the
sliding glass door, walked through the closed-in patio, then
grabbing her hand, they walked toward the water.
Tell him about the syringe and the
photo
, her conscious nagged. No. She
couldn’t tell him, at least not right now. Jason had said that if
she opened her mouth, her life and CJ’s life would be in
jeopardy.

Walking hand in hand with Richmond,
deep concern for her safety made her stomach clench. “What are you
thinking about?”

“
I’m thinking about how I’d
love to come home to a place like this every day. What are you
thinking about?”

Gripping her hand tighter, Richmond
glanced sideways at her and kissed her with his chestnut colored
eyes. “I’m thinking about how we made love last night. I really
enjoyed being with you in that manner. So much so,” he paused in
his tracks and cupped her neck, “I’m looking forward to doing it
again.” Pulling her neck forward, his mouth covered hers
hungrily.

His demanding lips caressed
hers as the soft breeze rolling off the ocean sailed over her
scalp. Tonguing her with reckless abandon, she felt his shaft
stiffen on her belly.
Your grandfather
killed his wife, Kayla! Tell him! Now!
Unable to get Salina and her grandfather off her mind, she
broke their smoldering kiss. “Richmond, there’s
something—”

“
I haven’t felt this strong
about a woman in a long time. You’ve opened up a part of me I
thought was forever closed. And right now, I don’t want to talk.
All I want to do is be inside of you.”

Kayla’s sex throbbed inside her
panties. “I want the same thing, Richmond.”

Richmond tugged Kayla’s hand, and the
two them jogged down the beach back toward the house like two wild,
horny teenagers.

RICHMOND FLUNG OPEN THE BACK sliding
glass door to his oceanfront home. Cupping Kayla’s hand, he
hastened over to the white sofa against the wall. With the back of
her knees touching the cushion, he thrust his tongue inside her
mouth and kissed her erotically.

Deep groans rattled around inside his
chest as their tongues twined. Hard as a rock against her belly, he
hiked her dress up to her hips, edged her panties to the side, and
inserted two fingers inside her hot sex. Kayla moaned harshly
against his ravishing mouth.

Curling his finger over her nerves,
his rod surprisingly turned harder as it glided against her navel.
“You’re so slick. I’m dying to feel you on my shaft.”

Recapturing her mouth, he pulled her
dress up over her head, tossing it to the floor. Unsnapping the
front of her black lace bra, her boobs spilled into his hands.
Squeezing the tender flesh, he flicked a thumb over her taut
nipple. A cry laden with hunger rolled off her tongue. The lips of
her labia flared. Need pulsated at her wet circle. He needed to
hurry up and get inside her.

Pleasure radiated outward as her
fingers flailed wildly at the button on his jeans. As she worked
fast to lower his zipper, he continued pressing his finger up
inside her channel. “Hurry. Hurry,” she breathed lightly, between
parted lips. Her desperate need for him was urgent.
Strong.

Honing in on each other’s eyes, he
removed his jeans as she slid down her underwear. Both naked, the
lust in his eyes beckoned her to touch him. She fisted his erection
and yanked. A sharp breath shot from his mouth.

Richmond dropped to his knees, spread
Kayla’s sex with his fingers, and slid his tongue up inside her.
His silky tongue dabbed between her clenching walls, making her
legs turn to plastic. Her knees buckled, and if he hadn’t clenched
her hips right at that moment, she would’ve fallen. To steady
herself, she cupped the sides of his head and rocked her clitoris
against his thick tongue.

Peering down at him as he feasted
between her quaking legs, her swollen pea pulsed into the tip of
his flicking flesh. Circling her hips, she could never get enough
of him. Never get enough of spending time with him. Making love
with him. This was only their second time together in this fashion,
and she was already falling for him. Deep. And hard.

Swishing his tongue deep inside her
canal, he left her hairy snatch, then laid on the sofa on his back.
With heat flickering inside his pupils, his thick column lay rigid
against his stomach, the engorged head pulsing past his navel. How
she was able to handle a man the size of a beast was beyond
her.

Water streamed into her mouth from
wanting to taste him. Every. Single. Hard. Inch. Reaching for her
hand, the pads of their fingertips ruffled. He fisted his erection
and made it point toward the ceiling. “Ride me, Kayla.”

Heat singed her at his domineering
command. Nothing would please her more than to ride him, but first
she had to, she had to...oh goodness, she couldn’t resist. Eyeing
his thick column, she hopped on the sofa between his
legs.

Tongue gliding over her lips, her face
hovered over his heavy erection. Wrapping her hand around his, she
licked the swollen tip of his head, then pressed her mouth down his
length, all the way down to his base. His spheres gently scraped
her chin as she motioned her mouth up and down his steely member.
Richmond’s body shuddered as he inhaled a harsh breath.