She hadn’t done anything other than utter the words. No suggestive movements, not even a raised eyebrow. Yet, he dropped his gaze to her breasts. Incredibly, they were heavier than the last time he’d seen her, and he imagined they’d begun to leak with milk. An image of the swollen nipples popped into his head, and his cock went rock solid. She turned away and strode out of the kitchen. He watched her go, his attention locked on her ass.
Like a man hypnotized, Renzo let go of the pot, not sure where it landed. He followed after Jada more slowly, allowing anticipation to build. He hungered for her, every part of her—to touch her, to smell her, to listen to her tiny mewls when he pleasured her. By the time he reached the bedroom, she stood before a full-length mirror completely naked. He paused in the doorway, unable for a moment to coordinate his own body. All he could do was stare. Her previously flat belly rounded somewhat now near the base. Her breasts hung as low as he’d imagined. They were heavier, he knew, and his palms itched to weigh them. Already her hips had widened a little, and her thick thighs were more for a man to squeeze between.
Renzo almost salivated at the sight of his sweet Jada. His pulse raged, and his blood boiled. The hard-on he’d grown from her earlier words strained in his pants for release. “Do you realize how beautiful you are?” he asked in a ragged breath that was thick with his desire. If he’d been thinking to hold off from taking her until she was sure of him, that vow would have flown out the window at this moment.
He took his time approaching her and stopped just to stare at her reflection.
She frowned and then pouted. “I’m getting fatter.”
“You are more of a woman than you’ve ever been before, and it’s driving me insane,” he corrected. “Do you understand what a pregnant woman means to a man?”
She dragged her gaze from critically examining her body to meet his, and her soft brown eyes widened. “Wow, you look like you could eat me.”
“Oh, I will eat you and more.” He rested his hands on her shoulders and felt the shiver that passed through her. When he turned her to face him, he gave closer inspection to those wonderful breasts, and his mouth watered. With one fingertip, he traced a small bud and watched it tighten under his touch. “Do they leak yet?”
Again the frustrated frown. “Yes, and I’m already having to wear pads in my bra. It’s annoying. They ache too.”
He tsked with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Povera bimba. Poor baby, let me make it better.” He caught one swollen mound in his hand and raised it slightly while bending down to lick the tip. Jada let out a small gasp and then moaned when he took her nipple between his lips to give it a suck. Right away a few drops of sweet liquid coated his tongue, and he echoed her moan. He wrapped an arm around her waist to draw her tighter then sucked a little harder. His precious beauty cried out his name, almost bringing Renzo to release in his pants.
“Renzo,” she said again, bringing him to dizzying heights. “Your clothes are wet. Let me help you take them off.”
With reluctance he drew back, allowing the nipple to pop from his lips. He watched the heavy breast bounce once and was hard-pressed not to make it happen again. “By all means, cara, undress me.”
Her hands shook as she unbuttoned his shirt, a telltale sign of how he affected her. He never took his eyes off her beautiful face as she worked and was gratified to see her full lips part and her breath quicken when she bared his chest. Despite how much he worked, he’d made it a point of staying in shape. Jada obviously approved of his conditioning. She ran her hands over his chest, lingering at his small, flat nipples, which had gone hard at her touch.
“My pants are wet too,” he prompted.
Her gaze dropped to the front of his pants, and he grinned at seeing her reaction to the tent she found there. She didn’t pause for a second, undoing his belt and lowering his zipper. When she freed his cock, it sprang out, stretching to its mate. He ached to feel her tight, hot pussy wrapped around his dick and to push himself as far as he could go. He wanted to lose track of time and space, buried in the most perfect woman in existence. With that in mind, he pushed her hands away and caught her up around the waist. Just before he dropped her on the bed, he remembered her condition and placed her there gently. After he had removed the rest of his clothing, he followed her down, a thigh braced between hers and most of his weight on his elbow at her side.
“Your bed is too small,” he complained.
Amusement twinkled in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter. I plan to spend most of my time in it on top of you or with you on top of me. If that doesn’t work, then I will take you from behind while we lie on our sides. I’m willing to explore all options.”
“Don’t let me stop you.” The breathless quality to her voice led his attention to her lips. When had he kissed them last?
Renzo slanted his mouth over hers, enjoying the feel of her wriggling in pleasure under him. Her scent had intoxicated him from day one, but the taste of her lips went beyond all else. He threaded his tongue into her mouth and swept the warm, moist inside. She moaned, and the vibrations enticed every nerve ending awake. Egged on, he laid a hand at her waist and hauled her up to him. He arched against her pussy and kneed her legs farther apart. A thumb flicked between them brought the evidence he’d hoped for. She was wet, dripping wet, and ready for his entrance.
Still, Renzo held off taking her. He broke their kiss and peered into her eyes. The feverish glow told him she couldn’t take a delay much longer, but he wanted to tease her body until she lay near bursting. He craved to hear her screaming his name, her senses twined so tight, she shook from head to toe. He had found many hours of pleasure in Venice and California, bringing her to the edge like this, and tonight would be no different.
Renzo leaned back farther and ran a hand over her belly. He stopped just above her soft mound and eyed her swollen clit. The tiny bud seemed to strain toward him. He ran the tip of his finger across it, and Jada gasped, raising her hips toward him.
“Did you miss me, cara?” he demanded while watching her face.
“Y-yes.” She licked her lips. His cock twitched. “Yes, you know I did.”
He strummed a thumb across her clit again and then pressed down on it. “You need to come.”
“Damn you, Renzo, if you stop playing with me, maybe I will.”
A chuckle rumbled in his chest. He couldn’t help himself for how much he loved her bite. Bite. That’s a good idea. He scooted down the bed, and for a moment was distracted by the pretty roundness of her belly. The next instant, he moved on and took her clit between his teeth. Jada squeaked, alarmed, but he had no intention of hurting her. After teasing her a little more, putting a small bit of pressure on her clit, he pulled the bud between his lips and sucked hard. She screamed, and a shudder passed through her body. When she tried closing her legs, Renzo halted the movement with his hands, holding her thighs apart. He alternated between licking and sucking her clit. She writhed and cried out, her nails clawing at his arms. When she screamed again, he dove lower to catch the thick, white cream running from her channel. He ate to his heart’s content, scooping up every drop on the curve of his tongue. When he finished, he sat up and braced himself between her thighs.
“I went faster than I wanted to,” he admitted. “You’re so beautiful, Jada, and your pussy is delicious. I did say I would eat you, didn’t I?”
Through slitted eyes, she watched him, but he didn’t think she had the energy to answer. Renzo shifted his hips forward. His erection extended across her mound, and he pushed back and forth over her clit. Just as he knew would happen, her muscles began to wind up again. He could scarcely stand not to invade her heat, but he held on with rigid control. Letting the head push against her entrance but not go in, he flicked a gaze over her sexy form. His balls were at the point of aching.
“Let me suck you, baby,” she offered.
He shook his head. “It’s too late for that. I want you to play with you
r nipples for me. Yes, like that. Rub them in a circle. Squeeze your breasts.” He clenched his jaw to cut off the swear word that rose to his lips and plunged his dick deep into her pussy. Hands at her hips, he raised her up to meet his thrusts, and he pumped faster. Hot and wet, her walls closed in on his shaft, making him never wish to be free again. “Cara mia, you’re so tight!”
“Renzo, please don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of it.” Renzo pulled out until only the tip of his shaft remained inside. He locked gazes with her and raised her hips even higher. Pumping deep in and out, he took what was his, ravishing her amazing body. He watched her full breasts bounce, and when she held onto them and squeezed gently, she sent him over the edge. His control shattered, and he grunted his pleasure as he came. Holding himself buried to the hilt in her pussy, he enjoyed the feeling of emptying his seed inside her.
This was what 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 pilot.”
“Should have known!” She scraped back her chair. “How am I going to handle this? I don’t know. I can’t—”
Renzo swept her into his arms and held her as close as he could without hurting her stomach. He seized her chin and made her focus on him. His dark gaze mesmerized, and she lost herself in its depths. “There’s only you and me, cara mia, a man and a woman who love each other more than life itself.”
She gasped when he reached inside his pants pocket and pulled out the tiny box. “You carry that around?”
“Always, in hope.”
Tears filled Jada’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She allowed him to slide the diamond ring up her finger and wasn’t surprised when it fit to perfection.
“I love you,” he told her in earnest. “With all of my being. If having you at my side meant giving up everything, I would have in a heartbeat.”
She knew they weren’t just words. Renzo living simply with her over the last few months was a testament to how he felt. In some ways his devotion scared her, but she would never let him get away because of that. He had moved past his comfort zone to win her, and she would do the same to stay with him.
“I’m ready,” she murmured, and Renzo kissed her until she let all else go but him.
* * * *
Jada sat on the side of the bed she shared with Renzo. Footsteps sounded outside the bedroom door, and she knew Marie would be in soon with a pre-breakfast treat. While she no longer suffered morning sickness, Renzo hadn’t allowed her spoiling to go by the wayside. She didn’t mind it so much as all the rest of the crazy in this household. Zita still wanted to use her to get Renzo to lighten up. Ettore still kept his distance but smiled as if they were old friends. Renzo’s mother spoke to her in nothing but Italian, and Uncle Gianni…well she expected a check any day now to bribe her to get lost. Then again, he did seem to fear Renzo’s anger even if he was the elder.
She smiled, thinking of her soon-to-be husband, but then winced as the pain that had awakened her earlier than usual rolled across her belly. Unless she missed her guess, she was going into labor. Fear tightened the muscles in her throat, and she swallowed compulsively.
“Good morning, Miss Jada. Did you sleep well?” Marie asked.
“Fine, thanks.” Since the contractions were so far apart, she decided not to mention them just yet. “Renzo left already?”
“He has, ma’am. He told me to tell you he will be back at lunchtime to eat with you.”
Warmth spread over Jada’s being. He’d kept his word on that subject as well, making sure not to work so much that he didn’t have time for her. She ignored the plate Marie left and drank the fruit juice. After showering and dressing, she checked that the bag for the hospital was ready and walked downstairs. Meeting Mrs. Mariani, she greeted the older woman.
“Buon giorno, Mamma.”
The woman narrowed intelligent eyes on Jada and looked her up and down. Jada felt her back getting up at the scrutiny. If she was going to act like that, they were going to have a problem. To her surprise, the old woman smiled and laid a hand on Jada’s belly. “Bambino.”
She uttered some other words
Jada couldn’t interpret and then called for Marie. The maid appeared in seconds as if she’d been lurking just around the corner. After Renzo’s mother spoke to her in rapid Italian, Marie’s eyes widened in alarm. Annoyed that she didn’t get what they were saying but knowing it was about her, Jada put a protective hand over her belly and opened her mouth to give them both a piece of her mind. Later, she and Renzo would need to have a conversation about his family.
Before she could say two words, Marie cut her off. “Ms. Jada, I’ll call Mr. Renzo right away.”
Jada stared at her. “Why?”
The maid’s expression told her she thought Jada had already taken leave of her senses. “Because, Mrs. Mariani says you’re having the baby today!”
Jada gaped. “No, the contractions…” Then she realized she’d been wincing more often than she’d done when she first woke up. She’d hidden it when she greeted Renzo’s mother. How could the old woman know?
Mrs. Mariani cast her a knowing look once again and took her hand. Dazed, Jada followed and sat down in the living room with her soon-to-be mother-in-law at her side. The older woman never let go of her hand. When Zita appeared in the doorway, excitement in the eyes so like Renzo’s, Jada concluded the maid had spread the news.
“We’re having a baby!” Zita swept into the room, almost squealing in delight. She took the spot on the opposite side of her mother and grabbed Jada’s other hand.
Tires screeched in the driveway, and Jada picked up the sound of the front door opening and banging shut. A man’s purposeful step echoed in the hall. Jada’s heartbeat picked up, and she took in a deep breath expecting to see the love of her life. Instead of Renzo, Ettore appeared.
“It’s time?” Worry creased the skin between Ettore’s eyebrows. Jada couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She’d thought he didn’t give a rat’s ass about her. “Did anyone call my brother?”
“He’s on his way,” Marie announced, walking into the room with the bag Jada had prepared for the hospital.
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