Michelle Roth is a novelist from Los Angeles,
California. When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two
perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up
somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with
her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road
trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other
people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Visit her blog at
www.michelleroth.net for information on her latest releases, exclusive
excerpts, and more.
Unexpectedly Yours by Michelle Roth
Elle Thomas has had a crush on Jim Conroy for months now. Among
their small circle of friends, they're the only two single people left. It
makes sense that he might gravitate toward her at social events, and maybe even
flirt a little bit, right? Elle can't help but want more, though.
Jim may be going insane. He's been chasing Elle for months. He's
flirted with her, asked her out, and done everything else he could think of to
get her attention short of skywriting his feelings. When Elle finally agrees to
go out with him, things quickly heat up between them.
What starts out as a single spark of attraction between them
quickly burns out of control. As they settle into the beginnings of a
relationship, one moment will change their lives forever. Is their relationship
strong enough to survive when reality sets in?
STORY EXCERPT
The next hour flew by as she worked on the clam
chowder. Setting down the spoon, she moved back to the tomato soup. Judging it
cool enough to put into the refrigerator, she grabbed the handles of the stock
pot and started to pour it into a storage container.
Jim breezed through the door as she was finishing.
Like always, she totally lost her concentration when he walked into the room.
Soup sloshed over the side of the container. She cursed roundly, as the soup
scalded her hand.
Turning to the sink, she turned the water on and
rinsed the soup off of her hand. Jim hurried over and said, “Shit. I’m sorry.
Are you okay?”
“Yeah,”
she said, “I’m just a klutz. It’s not your fault.”
Jim looked at her and said, “That looks really
red.”
Elle waved her hand and said, “Not too bad. The
soup wasn’t that hot.”
He reached out and put his hand on her wrist,
gently steering her hand back to the sink. Turning the water on cool, he moved
it back under the stream. They stood there for a few moments, his hand circling
her wrist as she let the water run over it.
Reaching out with her other hand she turned the
water off and said, “It’s fine now. I promise.”
“You’re
sure?” he asked, concerned.
Rolling her eyes now, she said, “Yes. I’m sure. I’m
totally fine. I burn myself quite frequently. It’s part of the job.”
He eyed the red blotch on her hand and frowned again,
unconvinced.
“Would
it make you feel better if I put something cold on it?” she asked.
“If
it’s not a lot less red after we eat, then yes,” he said.
“We?”
she asked.
“Yeah,
we. I’ve tried to get you to go out with me a couple of times now. I figure this
is the only way you’ll let me buy you dinner,” he said with a grin.
She smiled now. He was such a flirt.
“You
know. If you keep asking, one of these days I’m going to think you’re serious,
Jim,” she said, moving toward the food he’d set on the counter. Then she asked,
“Which one of these is mine?” as she rifled through the brown paper bag.
When she looked up, he was staring at her like he
was trying to solve a puzzle. He finally asked, “What makes you think I’m not
serious? I’ve been flirting with you for months.”
Elle blinked, confused for a minute, and said,
“Honestly, I thought it was a proximity thing. When everyone gets together,
we’re the only two single people. I didn’t realize you were serious.”
“I
see that,” he said. “Proximity? You don’t give yourself a lot of credit, Elle.”
Reaching for one of the containers, he opened it
then passed it over to her.
Picking up her fork, she shrugged at him and said,
“I’m just a realist.”
He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head,
then said, “Elle,” and sighed.
They moved into the office and sat on the couch.
Digging into their food, they were both silent for a few minutes.
Finally, Jim asked, “What did you mean, you’re a
realist?”
Elle snorted and said, “Come on. You know you’re
ridiculously hot. I just didn’t think you’d be interested.”
Jim grinned and said, “Thanks, but why wouldn’t I
be interested in you?”
“You
could be dating willowy models. I’m not saying I’m ugly, but I’m pretty
average. Not willowy in the slightest,” Elle said, shrugging.
“The
willowy model types you think I should be dating don’t have much substance in
my experience. They’re usually looking for a leg up in the entertainment
industry or they’re after my money. I prefer my women…real. You’re very much my
type,” he said, looking her directly in the eye now.
Flushing, Elle smiled and said, “Good to know.”
They ate in silence for a few minutes as Elle
thought over everything he said. Popping open the can of Diet Coke he’d brought
with him, she took a swig and said, “This has certainly been an enlightening
meal but I have to get back to work now.”
“So
you’re going to put me out of my misery and let me take you on an actual date,
right?” he asked.
Nodding slowly, she said, “That would be nice.”
He asked, “What are you doing Friday?”
Elle winced and said, “I’m working late. Evening
event.”
“Saturday?”
Considering, she said, “I should be free after 5:00
p.m. What did you have in mind?”
“Let
me think about that,” he said, pulling out his cell phone. “What’s your number?
I’ll call you once I figure it out.”
Elle rattled off her cell phone number. He dialed.
A moment later, her phone rang in her apron pocket.
“Now
you’ve got mine,” he said. “Lemme see your hand.”
He reached out and took her wrist, inspecting the
part of her hand that she’d burnt. Sighing, he said, “It looks better. Sorry
about that.”
“Again,”
she said, “totally not your fault. It will be perfectly fine tomorrow. What do
I owe you for dinner?”
He shook his head and said, “I’ve got dinner. It
was well worth the cost of your lemon chicken to finally clear the air between
us.”
“Thank
you for dinner then,” she said, smiling.
“Don’t
work too late, Elle. Be careful please,” he said, gesturing to her hand.
Elle grinned and said, “Only an hour or so left.
I’ll be careful.”
“Night,”
he said as he walked toward the kitchen door.
She gave him a little wave and said, “Night.”
ADULT EXCERPT
Standing up now, he moved toward her. He’d been
watching her mess with the hem of her dress since she’d arrived. He’d been
getting small, tantalizing glimpses of her smooth thighs for the better part of
an hour now. She was driving him crazy and seemed to have no idea.
She got off the couch now, smiling, and said, “I
had almost given up on dinner.”
He pulled her into his arms and asked, “Would you
mind putting off dinner a few minutes? I’ve got something I need to take care
of.”
Looking at him curiously now, she said, “Oh?”
He nodded and the leaned down to take her mouth
with his. Nibbling her bottom lip gently, he mumbled, “Super important.”
When she sighed against his lips, he deepened the
kiss. As tongue swept into her mouth to tangle with hers, he stroked his hand
down her back to press her even closer to him. His hands moved down to settle
on the curves of her ass. He immediately heard a low moan in the back of her
throat and felt himself harden.
Breaking his mouth away from hers, he trailed his
lips down the side of her throat, pressing soft, biting kisses against her
neck. When he gently sucked on the patch of flesh where her neck and shoulder
met, he felt her shudder slightly against him. She pressed closer and rolled
her hips against him.
Groaning, he pulled his mouth away from her
shoulder and said, “Every time you messed with the hem of your dress, it gave
me this overwhelming desire to bury my face between your thighs. Would you
mind?”
He felt her sharp intake of breath, then a moment
later she laughed and said, “Literally anytime you want to, I can make myself
available for that.”
With a groan, he captured her mouth with his again.
The kiss grew wild, quickly. Her hands slid around his waist and up his back.
She pulled him until he was flush against her. The only thing that separated
them was clothing and he had every intention of correcting that particular
issue very soon.
He moved them slowly back toward his desk and sat
her on the edge, pushing the skirt of her dress up. Standing between her thighs
now, he pulled back from the kiss. Pressing his lips to her throat again, he
began swirling his tongue against her skin.
He cupped one breast in his palm and felt her
nipple pebble under his touch as he moved his fingers against it. He continued
to massage her breast gently with his palm until he heard her breathing
increase slightly. He moved his hand lower to the damp heat between her thighs
and discovered that the filmy lace was soaked.
On a groan, he sank to his knees. Helping her
shift, he pulled the panties down her legs and slid them over the heels she
wore. He stared at her now and felt another wave of lust hit him. He could see
the evidence of her arousal against the now bare lips of her pussy.
He used his thumb and forefinger to spread her open
and leaned forward. Running his tongue in a circular motion around her swollen
clitoris, he heard her sharp intake of breath. When he slid two fingers into
her tight channel, she gave a moan.
Pumping them into her with a steady rhythm, he
shifted his mouth slightly, making direct contact with her clit for the first
time. He felt her flutter around his fingers as she cried out. Working his
fingers against her, he rubbed the flat of his tongue in time with the press of
his hand.
She was whimpering with each stroke of his tongue
and he could feel her tightening and fluttering around his fingers.
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