I am so excited and so honored to reveal the last Convicted teaser! This is the last long teaser before the book’s release and well… let’s just say I’m jumping up and down!!!
If you’re reading this and wondering what the hell I’m talking about… then it’s about time you joined the world of Aleatha Romig! And prepare to get a mind fuck like no other… yes, these books had me going crazy! Read my review for Book #1 Consequences and for Book #2 Truth… then read on 🙂
Convicted (Consequences Book #3) by Aleatha Romig – Teaser
In her third trimester, sleeping at night had its problems. Therefore, often, daytime activities morphed into napping. Claire would be sunbathing or reading and the next thing she knew, she was waking. The early day was her favorite time for sun before it became too intense. With her iPad at hand, she’d begin the day reading the news from the other side of the world. Sometimes it held her attention and other times she’d lay the tablet face down and be lulled into a peaceful, dreamless state where her senses filled with the warm sun on her skin, lingering aroma of cologne mixed with her recently applied sunscreen, and the omnipresent roar of the surf.
Claire was in such a state, when without warning, large hands caressed her ankles and moved sensually toward her thighs. No longer was she on the edge of sleep. Her world was reignited as the tips of her lips turned upward and goose bumps materialized.
Opening her resting eyes, behind her sunglasses, and focusing on the handsome face before her, Claire saw her husband’s grin. It was a smirk of lust and pleasure, one which, with only a glance, could melt not only her insides but her world. His eyes, too, were covered by dark glasses. Yet, as his smiling lips neared hers and her smile willingly changed to a pucker, she longed for the unseen intensity waiting for her behind that those glasses.
Reaching up, Claire lifted the barrier to his eyes. She loved reading his emotions, especially when desire was part of the mix. In response, her husband slowly, deliberately removed her sunglasses and their eyes met. There was a moment when she thought to speak, but it was short lived – so much more could be said without words.
Earlier that morning when Claire woke, he was gone. Madeline told her he’d gone out on the boat. Now, after only hours apart, she realized their reunion would be more than a simple, “Hi, how are you today?”
It was true, her body had been thoroughly fulfilled and used the night before; nevertheless, it yearned for what was silently being offered. When his full, soft lips engaged hers, the passion of the night before returned with a vengeance. Only moments earlier her lungs inhaled without instruction; yet, as acquiescing moans escaped her lips, breathing required thought. Maybe it wasn’t thought, it was timing. Inhaling needed to occur in unison. If it didn’t, his unrelenting approach would rob her body of the oxygen necessary to go on. As her bathing suit covered breasts ached for the friction of his chest, Claire decided breathing was overrated. She wanted the heat that was overtaking her – to be consumed by the fire smoldering in his eyes. If in the process she forgot to breathe, did it really matter?
With the doors open looking out to the crystal blue sea, their room was only slightly more private than the lanai. However, it was their room. Madeline and Francis respected their privacy. As Claire’s bathing suit fell to the floor, she realized they’d yet to speak. And still, they’d conversed more than some couples did in a lifetime. They’d greeted one another, discussed the pleasantries of the tropical morning, and assessed that each was doing well.
Laying on the soft comforter with her arms above her head, the man she loved gazing down at only her, and the large ceiling fan methodically moving the humid air, Claire’s world was right. Had she planned on her morning taking this turn? No. Was she willing? Without a doubt.
The large talented hands claiming her body also had her soul. While his approach could at times be forceful, it was always gentle. Claire willingly surrendered, as she’d done so many times, to the whims and desires of the man above her. With no words, he could move her from a state of sleeping bliss to the throes of erotic desire. His eyes held the passion and emotion which allowed her world to spin. Because he willed it so, the world was right.
Claire closed her eyes and concentrated on his talented fingers as they caressed her skin. Beginning at the nape of her neck, they trailed lightly down her body. Uncontrollably, Claire heard her own voice, truly nothing more than a ragged breath surrounded by a moan, as her back arched pushing her chest toward his touch – wanting – needing more.
He taunted her sensitive breasts, tweaking and suckling. Though she wanted the jubilation to last, it took so little to propel Claire to the edge of ecstasy. Sometimes something as simple as a deliberate puff of air on a taut, wet nipple instantaneously liquefied her insides and removed reasoning from her thoughts. Teasing her to the point of begging, yet satisfying every desire was her husband’s specialty. Despite the way she’d changed – the way her body had changed – she felt wanted and sexy.
As her little one grew, creativity became a necessity. What was it they said? Necessity was the mother of invention. When they were both satisfied, Claire nestled her cheek against her husband’s chest and he broke their silence. Instead of listening to his words, she enjoyed the reverberation of his raspy voice while mindlessly contemplating his next invention.
He tilted Claire’s face toward him lifting her chin with one finger and repeated, “I believe I said, good morning.”
“Mmmm,” she cooed, “it sure is.”
Ah! I’m so excited! I’m heading over to the therapy group right now 🙂