“It’ll blow over soon. In a day or two, no one will remember me,” Julian said, a hint of hopefulness in his tone.
Mena’s knees buckled as she stared into the soulful brown eyes looking back at her. She inhaled sharply, one thought slamming through her mind over and over. Her breath quickened as panic flooded through her.
Julian could have died tonight.
Died. Gone. Forever.
Taking a step toward him, Mena slipped her hands around his neck and buried her head in his chest. A flood of emotions rocked through her body as tears slid down her cheeks, wetting his dark shirt.
Julian lifted her into his arms, squeezing her tightly. As he buried his head in her hair, she felt his muscles relaxing.
Lacing her fingers within his, Mena raised his hands to her lips and kissed them, loving the masculine scent wafting from his skin. One wrong move and she could have been holding these hands in the morgue or worse, not holding them at all.
Would the police have given her any information about him?
She wasn’t his wife.
There was nothing to connect them, no proof of how much they loved each other, or how committed they were to each other. Would she have been left wondering and waiting for his parents to give her information?
Mena shuddered. She had to push the gruesome thoughts from her mind.
Julian eased his hands from her grip and slipped an arm around her, pulling her to him. Mena looked up into his eyes, moved by the love and desire reflected there.
Julian leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, softly at first, before his tongue parted her lips and slipped inside her mouth. She savored the feel of his tongue against hers as she pressed her body into his awakening erection.
The heat of their kisses hit a crescendo as Mena grinded her hips against Julian, eliciting a low moan as their bodies rocked against each other. She wanted to consume him and be consumed by him. Merging their bodies into one and never lose the feeling of being with him. She wanted the memories of his touch and his presence to be tattooed on the canvas of her heart for eternity. Mena hadn’t realized how much she loved Julian until his life was on the line tonight. How much she couldn’t imagine living a life without him.
Her hands found the buttons of his shirt, and she quickly forced each one through the holes, then pushed the shirt from his body.
Leaning back, she savored the view of his sculpted chest and abs, watching his pecs rise and fall with each breath. Mena pressed her hands against his warm skin, allowing her fingertips to trail downward, tracing the grooves of his muscles.
Julian slid his hands along her back until his hands cupped her butt, gently massaging as the intensity in his eyes grew stronger. Mena pushed away all thoughts, allowing her mind to go blank. She didn’t want to think or worry. The man she loved was standing in front of her … alive.
Slipping her hands lower along Julian’s abdomen, she rested her eyes on the growing bulge in his pants. An insatiable desire and passion ripped through her body as she grabbed the waistband, unbuttoning them in one fluid motion. She reached her hand inside his boxer briefs, sliding against his skin until she felt his rock hard penis throbbing in her hand.
Massaging the shaft, Mena leaned toward Julian and whispered, “Make love to me.”
Julian’s eyes smoldered as he pushed her backward, pinning her between the wall and his body. Mena wiggled out of her dress, revealing her bare breasts and lacy thong. She lifted a leg, wrapping it around his waist. Reaching his hand between her legs, he pushed her lace underwear to the side and stroked her. His fingers glided easily across her arousal.
She was more than ready for him. She ached for him, needing him to fill her and push away the thoughts of losing him.
Julian lifted her higher, and Mena wrapped both legs around him as he pressed her back against the wall. Ravaging her with a blistering kiss, he removed his fingers and entered her with force. Mena let out an uncontrollable whimper as she stretched to fit him. One hand pressed against her hip to keep her steady and the other on her breast, Julian squeezed and fondled her nipple in perfect concert with his penetrating thrusts. Mena savored the feel of the friction mounting between her legs as he slid back and forth within her, possessing her, staking his claim on her.
The intoxicating fragrance of hot lust and desire lingered in the air. Waves of pleasure undulated through her body, building in intensity, sending her into a manic frenzy. Julian trailed a blaze of kisses down the side of her neck as she gripped his shoulders tightly, gyrating against him and pushing herself to the brink of ecstasy as he thrust deeper, reaching her most sensitive spot.
Mena cried out Julian’s name, panting and breathless, as she squeezed her thighs tighter around him, forcing his penis deeper within her. Julian let out a husky groan, then clamped his hands around her wrists, jerking them from around his neck and pressing them against the wall above her head. His thrusts came faster and frenetic as he expanded inside her reaching the verge of climax. A flurry of sensations washed over Mena as she let out a primal moan with her orgasm. A second later, Julian reached a climax, pulling her tightly into his arms as his love flooded within her.
Slowly, Mena unwrapped her legs from his body and placed her feet on the floor.
“Don’t move. Not yet, let me hold you,” Julian whispered, his face nuzzled into the side of her hair, his embrace melting from tight to tender.
The warmth of his love enveloped Mena. She allowed herself to be present in the moment with him, sharing the intimate space without a thought of anything else. Nothing mattered more than being with Julian.
Intertwining her hands in his, she pulled away, leading him down the short hallway to the bedroom. He followed her without resisting, pressing against her back, unwilling to allow any distance to come between them.
Tonight had been a close call.
Too close.
