Baby Mine by Tressie Lockwood Page B

he’d done to
get her pregnant. That last time he’d been careless, but now it
was deliberate. He reclaimed Jada, let her know who she belonged to,
and whenever she needed reminding—and even if she didn’t—he
would do it again.
    He pulled out and dropped down to
the bed at her side. When he drew her into his arms, she came without
complaint and settled her head on his chest. He ran his fingers
through her hair and listened to her heavy breathing. Worry made him
furrow his brow, and all the bravado he’d displayed a moment
before disappeared. “I wasn’t too rough, was I? You’re
okay? The baby?”
    She chuckled and then sighed in
contentment. “Yes, we’re fine, but I’m thinking I
could come two or three more times.”
    He tapped her ass with the flat
of his palm. “Rest now. I’ll consider more sex later.”
    Not surprising him at all, she
raised her head and glared before rolling away with her back to him.
He examined that curvy ass and those widening hips, and his cock
began to stir anew. Now a sigh escaped him. The next few months would
be hell and more.

Chapter
Nine
    Five months later…

    Jada took a tentative bit of food
onto her fork and raised it to her mouth. As she did so, Renzo
frowned at her. She did her best to hide the smile. “What? You
never know. You’re still new at this.”
    He folded his arms over his
chest, and she admired the expansion of muscle. “I’ve
been doing a good job of it for months now, and you haven’t
fallen over yet.”
    “ Please, it’s not
like you cook every day. While you have been flying over here often,
you hardly ever cook. Once or twice a month, I’ll give you.
Still, you’ve been doing a great job, baby. Thanks.”
    That brought her to the decision
she’d made days ago, but she had waited until he returned to
Charlotte to bring it up with him. Jada had to give Renzo credit.
He’d been patient with her—patient with her, not himself, as far as learning how to do things the way common folk
did it. She had some good laughs, though, taking him into Walmart,
shopping for groceries, cooking, and cleaning. Only seeing all the
various tasks through his eyes did she realize how much she took for
granted—in a sort of reverse way than he did having servants to
do his bidding. She didn’t resent Renzo for his money, though.
He was a good man, a humble and hard-working one. She’d learned
that most of all, which was why she’d come to her decision.
    “ I was thinking,” she
began and laid down her fork.
    “ Yes?” The way his
lips compressed she knew he thought she would criticize his cooking
again.
    “ I’d like to be your
wife. I mean if the offer is still on the table.” Embarrassment
brought heat to her face, and her scalp tingled.
    Renzo’s expression
softened, and he approached her. Her tiny kitchen always seemed
smaller with him in it, but it felt less lonely too. “The offer
never left the table. Are you sure?”
    “ Yes, I am. In fact, I
already gave my notice at work, and I’m going to have my friend
wrap up things here. I shouldn’t have waited so long.”
She ran a hand over her broad belly. Not once in the past few months
had she believed Renzo wasn’t attracted to her. Even at eight
months, she saw the glow of desire in his eyes. “I guess we can
find an airline that will let me fly if my doctor says it’s
fine.”
    Amusement brightened Renzo’s
gaze.
    “ What?”
    “ I don’t know how to
tell you this.”
    She frowned. “Just come out
and say it, Renzo. If we’re going to be married, we should be
able to tell each other anything.”
    He ran a hand over his dark hair,
giving her a desire to do the same to feel the silky smoothness
beneath her fingertips. Damn it, she loved this man too much. If he
only knew how much he meant to her.
    “ I own a jet.”
    Jada blinked at him.
    “ It’s nothing
special, small, not the latest model.” He cleared his throat.
    “ You don’t fly it, do
you?”
    “ I have a full-time