Kiru Taye Writes: Her body burned with fever #MidWeekTease #MWTease #ASMSG

Yay! It's Wednesday and time for a Mid-Week Tease, thanks to the lovely Sandra Bunino who organises the weekly meme for writers to share excerpts from their works-in-progress or published books.

This week I'm bringing you a teaser from Island Bound. This is a story very close to my heart. I wrote this exactly 2 years ago while I was pregnant and somewhat hormonal so a lot of the tension and emotions I was feeling at the time went into this story. Those of you who have read it will understand what I mean. For those who haven't read it, I hope you enjoy this teaser.

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“Don’t do that,” she murmured even as she tried to quell the tremors running through her.

Joshua didn’t stop. Instead, he brought their bodies even closer together in a more intimate embrace. He stroked her ubiquitously, supporting her with his hips, his arms around her waist, and his hands on her bottom.

“Why?” he asked as he kissed his way down her neck, his lips only inches away from the swell of her breasts.

Sensation scoured through her, pebbling her nipples. She smoldered at his touch, her nerve endings on alert, her skin flushing, her heart thumping in her chest. She wanted him. How she wanted him.

But she couldn’t give in. She had to combat this desire. It would soon pass. She had to be brave, hold her nerve.

“Because I haven’t said I’ll call off the divorce. And I don’t want to just sleep with you.”

“You’re still my wife. I promise there’ll be no sleeping involved. And you’ll call off the divorce, eventually.”

The emotions evident in his gravelly voice took the edge off his arrogant

words. Her body tuned into his promise of “no sleeping,” warmth spreading, increasing her craving, weakening her resistance. “I won’t.”

He moved his lips closer to her ears and spoke in a tender, husky whisper, “You’re mine. Always have been. Always will be. I can take you whenever I want.”

He knew he was torturing her, fuelling her senses with stimulation and tension.

Christy let her eyelashes flutter shut as her heart raced and everything within her seemed to crash and jumble up. Joshua had unleashed a double assault on her senses with his provocative words and enticing touch.

This Joshua she couldn’t resist. The take-charge man who turned her to a quivering mass of jelly with sexy whispers and erotic caresses. She couldn’t allow this to continue. Yet, she couldn’t seem to stop the exciting sensations that flooded her body and her mind with pleasure. She wanted more of him. More of his touch, power, everything.

“Aren’t you going to keep objecting?”

His warm breath feathered against her sensitive cheek.

She parted her lips to reply, but he splayed his hand tightly across her bottom, lifting her so that all of his hardness rubbed through the flimsy silk of her robe, all the way to her core. Her rapidly soaking centre pulsed in time with her racing heartbeat. He speared his other hand through her hair, tilting her head back so that she gazed into the dark, intense depths of his eyes.

There’d be no more words. She accepted the inevitability of his kiss. Craved it, even.

He lowered his head, brushing his lips against hers from one end to the other as if he was testing her, preparing her for what was to come. Then he probed with his tongue. She parted her lips, suddenly eager to taste him, not caring about the consequences. She just needed him now.

As soon as he delved his tongue into her mouth, she was lost. Lost in sensation. Lost in Joshua. No more frenetic thoughts or words plagued her mind. She heard a keening whimper. Wondered who had made such a raw guttural sound, and realized she was the one.

Joshua kissed her thoroughly, masterfully. Just as Joshua always did. This

time, the firm way he held her and the power behind each thrust of his tongue into her meant more. Like he was putting his stamp on her, branding her, claiming her forever.

Her body burned with fever. She craved more of his lips and hands. Everywhere. As if he read her thoughts, he moved his hand to her breast, palming it through her robe and caressing the tip with his thumb. Thrilling awareness spiked through her. She clung to his arms, arching her body in reckless invitation, wanting more contact. He responded, loosening her robe and slipping his hand into her negligee to free her breast. Cool air stiffened her nipple.

The shock of the cold wind reminded her they were standing outside on the balcony. In a private corner surrounded by palm trees, they were not overlooked by other buildings, yet any of the servants could walk by and glance up.

“Joshua.” She whispered a warning, but the sound came out more like a plea. He groaned, lifted his head, and leaned his forehead to hers.

“If we didn’t have to be somewhere today, I would’ve taken this to its natural conclusion this morning,” he said in a husky voice as he straightened her robe and tied the belt around her waist. “But know two things. We will conclude this, and I’m never going to let you go.”

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Blurb:

When Christy Inemi-Spiff discovers that the man she vowed to love and honor has no such feelings for her, she’s determined to cut her losses and move on with her life. A quick, quiet divorce is all she wishes for Christmas.

However, Joshua has other ideas. He’s not ready to walk away yet, especially when he doesn’t understand why Christy wants out of their marriage. So he demands she agree to spend a quiet Christmas on a remote African Island with him, hoping they can salvage their relationship. If she still wants a divorce after these two weeks, he will let her go. But not before he’s had his fill of her.

But with the sparking tension between them, and the secrets behind the disintegration of their marriage threatening to explode, will either of them get their wish? Or will this season of good will show them what really lies at the bottom of their hearts?