Star of His Heart - Brenda Jackson [92]
“I do love you, Jada. Don’t ever doubt my love.”
She smiled. “I don’t anymore.”
“But you did?”
“Yes. After I was rescued I convinced myself you couldn’t possibly still love me after all the trouble I’d caused, and what you actually felt for me was nothing but pity. Now I know differently. I truly believe in my heart that you love me, Rome, and because I believe that, I want to show you how much I love you, as well.”
“Jada, you don’t have to show me anything.”
“I want to. I have to.” She stood on tiptoe and whispered, “Make love to me, Rome. Please make love to me the way a man is supposed to make love to a woman. His woman.”
Jada’s heartfelt plea touched Rome. “I will, Jada, and for the rest of your life you will be cherished and loved.” He picked her up in his arms and crossed the room to her bed. After placing her in the center of it, he came down beside her and gathered her to him and kissed her. He wanted to remove her clothes, and his, but at the moment he continued kissing her over and over, again and again, while thanking God for returning her to him safely.
When they needed more than just kisses, he pulled away and removed his clothes, then hers. After putting on a condom he went back to her and kissed her again until he felt sensations burn through her right into him. It was only then that he let his body cover hers. She gripped his shoulder as he slowly entered the enveloping warmth of her body. He moaned at the intense pleasure being inside her brought him. Gradually he began moving in and out at a slow, easy rhythm, and her body moved with his, meeting each and every downstroke. His mouth continued to feed off hers in a kiss that was destined never to end.
But it did. He released her mouth when glorious, rapturous pleasure burst upon them, and they moaned out their fulfillment and sexual gratification. Jada gave a small whimper as tears slid down her cheeks. Rome kissed the tears off her face.
“I love you, Jada. For the rest of my life I shall love you.”
Jada looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “And I love you, too, Rome. I thank God for you, your family and your friends. Tonight you showed me a beautiful side of making love. You’ve proven just how special things can be between a man and a woman. I’ve never known such tenderness, such fulfillment and such joy.”
“Then let me show you those things some more, baby,” he murmured, close to her ear and with all the love he had in his heart as he gathered her back into his arms.
Epilogue
Three months later
Dr. Gilroy beamed radiantly at the couple sitting across from him in his office. “Congratulations, Colonel and Mrs. Sinclair. The tests have been confirmed. You’re having triplets.”
Ashton raised his eyes to the ceiling. “Tell us something we don’t know, Dr. Gilroy, like how my wife is doing.”
Dr. Gilroy frowned, clearly confused. “You knew before the tests were done that your wife was having triplets?”
“Yes.”
“How did you know? Triplets run in your family?”
“No, just single births.”
He glanced across his desk at Netherland. “What about yours?”
“No. In fact, I’m infertile.”
Dr. Gilroy shook his head. “Whoever told you that must have been mistaken, Mrs. Sinclair. An infertile woman can’t get pregnant, least of all with triplets.”
Netherland shrugged. This had been her first appointment with a civilian doctor, and she decided not to argue with him. Her being pregnant had come as a big shock to everyone who had known about her medical condition. She’d had a hard time explaining to them that she’d been given the gift of fertility the night Ashton had married her the Indian way. “So how am I doing? And are the babies healthy?”
“Yes. From the sonogram it seems both you and the babies are fine. However, I’d like to do another sonogram in a few months. By then we’ll be able to tell you the sex of the triplets if you want to know.”
“We already know. They’re all boys,” Ashton said easily.
The doctor frowned at him. “Well, yes, er, we’ll see.”
“No, you’ll see, doctor. I already know,” Ashton said, looking