“Seriously, Julian. If there’s one thing Kenya taught me was that we never have as much time as we think. I don’t want us to waste any more of it,” Mena insisted. A slight frown crept between her eyebrows as she stepped into the bathroom and crossed her arms over her chest. The move caused her breasts to rise beneath the skimpy tank top she wore.
Making love to the woman he adored wasn’t a waste of time. It was the only thing that mattered to him right now. He could sense her worry that the plan wouldn’t work. Some kind of way they’d be thwarted and separated yet again. The strength it had taken for her to hold on and believe he’d survived despite mounting evidence to the contrary proved how special she really was. The idea that she could lose him was ludicrous. He would fight any enemy to his last breath to be with her. Nothing and no one would stand in his way.
“I still need to prove to you that I’m strong enough,” Julian said, turning to give her a full view of his naked body.
“You have nothing to prove to me. I want you to get all of your strength back,” Mena said.
“Please,” Julian’s word was low, almost drowned out by the patter of the water in the shower. Before he’d uttered the last syllable, Mena was walking toward him. She gave him a look that damn near melted his heart. The love and devotion behind those seductive eyes made him regret ever doubting her. The photograph of Mena and the unknown guy flashed in his mind, but he pushed it away. Whatever it looked like, he knew it wasn’t. Not when she was here, with him, willing to meet his every need and desire. Julian would make any man regret even thinking about taking her from him. Mena was his.
Her touch was confident and possessive as she stroked her hands along his wet arms. He felt himself becoming stronger, the passion and desire he felt for her pushed past any weariness he felt.
He pulled her to him, delighting in the water drenching her. Her clothes grew soaking wet, revealing her amazing curves. Slipping a hand along her wet tank top, Julian glided it over her head. She caressed his chest as he stared at the water trickling over her round, ample breasts.
For the past two weeks, he’d dreamed of this moment every day. Pulling her body next to his, Julian slipped his hands beneath the soaked fabric of her yoga pants. His hands cupped her ass as a torrent of emotions raged through him. The muddled confusion of his mind from fighting off the infection combined with the sensory overload of feeling every part of Mena’s body against his skin arrested him. For a moment, he was lost as to what to do next. An insatiable desire to cling to the woman he loved, the woman he wondered if he’d ever see again, battled the unbridled lust driving him to ravish her body with intense love making, raw, unfiltered, possessive and commanding.
Mena eased the yoga pants and her panties from her hips. She stepped out of them, kicking them toward a corner of the shower without disturbing the grip he had on her.
Water cascaded down their bodies as they stood still next to each other. Julian closed his eyes and inhaled her familiar scent of sandalwood and orange. He knew he loved Mena, but in this moment he was overwhelmed by how much she meant to him. How he would do anything to protect their future, even if it meant risking his own life or breaking a promise he’d made to her. He wanted to pause time and live in this moment forever. He’d always thought fighting for Mena and protecting her was his number one priority, and maybe it still was. But in these simple moments of peace and serenity, with her next to him, he wanted to push the entire world away and have her all to himself.
Julian shifted, moving his head toward Mena’s perfect face, and smoothed her wet hair behind her ears. Her eyes locked onto his.
“I can’t imagine my life without you, Mena,” Julian said.
“I don’t want you to imagine a life without me,” Mena said, resting her hands on the sides of his face as the warm water coated their bodies. “I know my actions have been confusing to you. I promise you, once you get cleared of the charges, I will explain everything. It took me a long time to become comfortable with my feelings for you. I’m sorry about that. But you have to believe me, Julian. You—”
Mena slipped her arms around his neck and lifted her body on her tiptoes to get to his eye-level. “You, Julian, are the love of my life. I’m so thankful that we found each other.”
Lifting her body easily in his arms, he gripped her tightly, enveloping her as he brushed his lips softly against hers. Mena breathed slowly into his mouth, before pressing her lips firmly against his, devouring him in a ravenous kiss. Her hard nipples pressed against his chest. His cock grew heavy at the feel of her hot, damp skin against his. He needed to be in her. Now.
Swiveling her body around, he pressed her back against the tiles of the shower as the water pelted their skin. Mena grabbed his shoulders, bracing herself as she wrapped her thighs around his hips. He was so close to entering her, but held off for a moment as he watched her hands drop. She took him in one hand, sliding along the length of him, as he increased in size from the raw intensity of the pleasure of her touch. Her thumb glided along the crown of his cock, flicking against the skin and making him harder, which he would’ve thought was impossible. Guiding him toward her, Julian twitched at her entrance then entered her slowly, inch by inch, amazed by the slick warmth of her. Her muscles tightened around him, gripping his dick and sending a spasm of erotic sensations rippling through his body.
“Fuck!” Julian moaned. “I love you so much.”
“Show me,” Mena panted, her heels pressed against his back, urging him deeper. Julian had no plans to disappoint her. Shifting his stance for better leverage, he thrust deeply. Increasing his speed, he focused only on her body, her breathing, her moans of his name echoing within the shower. In and out until the pace of his rocking within her synchronized with her body grinding against him.
Mena laced her fingers through his wet hair, pulling his face toward her. His mouth found hers and she blazed her tongue against his, sucking as if her life depended on it. Julian stumbled, almost losing focus from the raw passion of her kiss. Almost, but not quite.
Cock straining for release, Julian delayed his own pleasure. He pumped faster within Mena. Their bodies banging together with the force of each thrust. She bucked against him, spurred by his hips, ramming his dick inside her.
“Julian, yes, Julian, please, come on baby,” Mena muttered through her moans.
Julian rose to the challenge, reducing her words to simpering, incoherent grunts until a loud, untamed animalistic moan erupted from her. Mena’s body arched in his arms as she bucked and spasmed in an intense orgasm. Julian thrust harder as Mena came apart in his arms, growing limp. Only then did he give one last thrust, detonating his own explosive orgasm. His muscles tensed as he went blind to everything but the touch and feel of her, then collapsed in slow motion from the wake of the earth-shattering intensity. Catching himself, he lowered their bodies gently to the travertine tile floor of the shower.
A sly smile spread across Mena’s lips. The water had shifted to lukewarm, making goosebumps raise on her skin. Julian lifted an arm up toward the shower handle and eased it around until the water shut off. Then laid down next to Mena, cradling her as her soft ass rested perfectly in the curve of his crotch. Stroking a hand lazily against her round breasts, he whispered, “Let me know when you’re ready for round two.”
Mena’s laugh was deep and sensual. “I can’t even see straight and you’re gearing up for round two? What am I going to do with you?”
“Anything you want,” Julian said, lifting her head from the hard floor and slipping his arm underneath. “Whenever you want. However you want.”
“You’re all mine,” Mena said, her voice raising at the end as if asking a question.
“Forever,” Julian responded, then leaned down to kiss her closed eyelids—
A loud bang shattered through the house. The sound of the front door slammed against the wall. Footsteps, dozens of them, heavy and determined, reverberated against the wooden floors, carrying beyond the closed door of the master bathroom.
A disembodied voice emerged through a megaphone. “Police! Come out with your hands up. Now!”
Chapter Fifty-One
