Secret Love - Brenda Jackson [88]
His woman. His wife.
Being inside of her, loving her this way, sharing this gift of love with her took him right over the edge as the tempo of their lovemaking increased. And when she became bold and let her mouth become aggressive, his heart pounded three times its normal rate.
“Diamond.” He whispered her name when she released his mouth for a moment—it was only for a moment—then she was weaving her magic on his mouth again, branding him with strokes of her tongue. What she was doing was making him groan.
“I’m going to make sure you miss me, Jacob,” she whispered in a sweet, achy voice. The rhythm of their bodies was hard, silken, fast, slow. It was prolonging what awaited them. It was complete torture that heightened the pleasure and they tried to hold back, neither wanting the moment to end. It was more than either of them could handle or could stand.
But it still wasn’t enough.
Jake closed his eyes as his emotions swamped him, making his thrusts harder, firmer and deeper. Diamond’s head fell back and she lifted her hips off the desk to draw him in further. He gritted her name and felt every shiver of passionate tremors that suddenly ripped through her body. And then that same passion tore through him. He felt himself lose control and not once thought of claiming it back as he pulled her face toward his and clamped his mouth to hers, devouring everything.
When completion shattered them and Jacob spent himself deep within her, they both felt replete and content in the languorous glow of fulfillment.
Somehow after regaining his strength Jake scooped Diamond up in his arms and carried her upstairs to their bedroom. Later, they lay quietly in bed for a long time, their bodies still tingling in the aftermath of the passion they had shared downstairs.
“I don’t think anything can get better than this,” Jake said in a voice that was husky and dazed.
“Oh, I think it can,” Diamond said lightly, rising up on her elbow and looking down at him. She reached out and stroked his cheek with loving care. “Try this one on for size. I’m pregnant.”
Jake froze. Slowly he shook his head, certain he had heard wrong. “Come again. What did you say?”
Diamond’s smile widened. “I said I’m pregnant,” she repeated. “You, Jacob Madaris, will be a father.’
Jake closed his eyes for a moment, hoping he wasn’t dreaming. He opened his eyes. “Are you sure?”
Diamond grinned. “Yes, Jacob, I’m sure. I took a pregnancy test last night and another one this morning. Both say that I am.” Waves of pure happiness were surging through her. It had taken all she could to keep her news from him until now.
“But…how? Where did you get pregnancy kits from?”
“I brought them with me the last time I was here. Well, are you happy about it?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m very happy about it.” He wanted to laugh, cry and jump for joy, all at the same time. But most of all he wanted to kiss her and show her just how much both she and their child meant to him and how much he loved them.
He stared at her, thinking how through it all with their unorthodox relationship, their secret love, their hidden marriage, he had been the happiest he had ever been in his entire life. Reaching up he caught her hands and interlaced her smaller fingers with his larger ones. He then leaned down and captured her mouth in a long, languid kiss.
And then he made love to her again, this time in controlled yet fluid movements. He wanted to go slow, he wanted to be gentle but thorough. The intimacy of what they were sharing now and what they had shared over the past eighteen months touched him deeply. And knowing that his child was resting within her body made an all-encompassing feeling of love rip through him. The love they