Baby Mine - Tressie Lockwood Page 0,2

like his brother had done earlier. He led her from the room and didn’t bother answering the woman who must be his wife or girlfriend. Jada wondered just what the heck she’d landed in and plotted the best way to get out unscathed.

Chapter Two

Renzo leaned on the edge of his desk, arms folded across a powerful chest. The tightening of his arm muscles and the way his slacks stretched over chiseled thighs made Jada wet, but she forced herself to look no lower than his face. Of course, that proved just as bad since his lips reminded her of long nights kissing and sucking on them. She ran a hand over her face, trying to pull herself together. Quite by accident she spotted the tent in his pants and felt so much better. Renzo never hid what he felt when it came to sexual desire. He had no problem with her knowing he wanted her, which drove her need through the roof.

“I didn’t mean to come here,” she began.

A single brow rose into his hairline.

“I mean…damn it, I didn’t mean to disrupt your household. I guess I didn’t think everything through. You had a right to know, so I’m here. Simple as that. We made a mistake.”

Renzo stirred from his post and approached her. She stiffened her back, refusing to be intimidated by his size and her physical reaction to him. He drew up in front of her, not touching, but with his nearness he might as well be. “Slow down. I’m not following, cara mia.”

The second his large hands settled on her arms, she wiggled from his hold. “Listen, what you do behind your wife’s back is your business. If I had known, I damn sure wouldn’t have gotten involved with you, but that’s over now. It’s up to you whether you tell her the truth, but you have a right to know. I’m pregnant. I don’t expect anything from you or any involvement in my baby’s life. Good-bye.”

Jada spun on her heel and started away, but Renzo caught her and drug her into his embrace. She crashed into his chest hard enough to knock the wind from her lungs and parted her lips. The bastard took advantage of her disorientation, slanting his mouth over hers. She raised her hands to ward him off, but instead her stupid fingers curled into the material of his shirt to hang onto him. Renzo’s tongue burrowed between her lips and swept the moist interior. Her knees buckled, but he drew her closer. The world and every person in it ceased to exist from the first taste of him, with his deep, sexy moans as he kissed her, and the strength in his arms.

Her nipples pebbled, making it seem like she didn’t wear a bra. All she could think about was pleading for him to rip them off and take her on his desk. Get a grip, Jada. He doesn’t even respect the woman he’s with not to maul you in his office with her a couple rooms away.

When sanity returned, she wrenched free of his hold and stepped back. Her palm stung from the smack across his cheek. Renzo didn’t flinch, although red stained his handsome face.

“You don’t get to touch me anymore. What we had in Venice is over. Now, I’ve told you about the baby. I’m leaving.”

Again he folded his arms and settled on his desk. The man seemed quite satisfied that he’d rattled her. Peering closely at him, she wondered if he even heard her about the pregnancy.

Renzo lowered his gaze as if deep in thought and then looked at her again. “No. You can’t drop a bomb like that and walk out.”

“Excuse me?” She put a hand on her hip. This wasn’t going the way she’d planned. Truth be told, she’d never thought it through. She’d considered ways he might react, but this wasn’t one. “I don’t expect anything from you.”

“Jada, do you know what kind of family I am from?”

She frowned. “I don’t follow.”

He moved from the edge of the desk, walked around it and dropped into his chair. “We are all about family. Nothing is more important—not business, not anyone else. You’ve just told me you’re having my son or daughter, and then you say I don’t need to be involved. Do you understand the insult that is? It’s impossible for me not to be in my child’s life. In fact, I have every intention of being involved one hundred percent. That means I will be