Chancing On You by Melinda Ellen
Age Group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 13, 2014
I had a plan.
It was a good one as far as plans go but like everything in my life, it went to shit.
My name’s Hope Andrews and I’m an orphan.
I’ve been trying to find my place in the world for the past seventeen years but it’s not that easy. Especially when I get homed with scum like my current foster carers who prefer to get high rather than giving a shit about me.
I thought I had my plan all figured out. Sing, earn some money and then high tail it out of there on my eighteenth birthday. Then he waltzed into my life and turned it upside down. I felt things I’d never felt before. He infuriated me, messed with me and yet my body reacted to his presence regardless. But like all things, there’s an ending.
I had a plan.
No relationships. Forget my past.
My name’s Jaxon Broad and my plan went to shit as soon as I laid eyes on her.
She reminded me of everything that I was trying to forget – a past that haunted me. Just when I thought she was the light to my darkness, it was all ripped away. Like all things, there’s an ending.
But with endings, there’s always a new beginning. They just had to discover it.
I led him to the bathroom and turned the shower on. Jaxon silently shredded his clothes and stepped beneath the water. I didn’t hesitate in joining him once my clothes were pooled at my feet. Jaxon hissed as the water came into contact with his busted knuckles and I flinched, hating to see him in pain but I really didn’t remember a time when his knuckles weren’t busted or the skin pink and tender after one of his fights. Pouring his soap I loved so much into my palm I began by washing his back and arms as the warm water cascaded down over us.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered as he turned to face me. “I didn’t mean to lose it like that, but that man made me so wild I just saw blood. He hurt you and that thought eats me alive that I wasn’t there to protect you.”
“Shh.” I hushed him as I circled my arms around his waist. “It’s over now and I can’t disagree that he deserved it.”
“I don’t think I deserve you.” He leant his forehead against mine.
“Let me be the judge of that.” I covered his mouth with mine. Jaxon didn’t hesitate, he walked me back until I was against the cold glass screen and our bodies became fused together. He ran his hands up and down my waist, his thumbs lightly brushing the undersides of my breasts. I arched into him further, wanting – no, needing more. “I want you.” I pushed my hips out and rubbed myself against him so there was no mistaking what I wanted.
“Not like this. I’m not taking you for the first time up against a wall.”
I whimpered in protest against his mouth. “I don’t want to wait any longer. I need you inside me. Now.” I clasped his cock in my hand and squeezed.
Jaxon hissed through his teeth. “Keep doing that, baby and I’ll blow all over you before we even make it to my bed.”
My insides coiled in anticipation and spasms rocked down into my core. I squeezed him again, pushing his limits as I pumped him up and down. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Too my frustration he stepped away from me and pumped the soap into his hand. “First we have to shower and then I’ll take you to bed.” He promised, his voice husky with desire.
His hands glided over my body in a lazy torturous rhythm that had me panting and rocking my hips, looking for something to take the edge off. “Please, Jaxon.” I begged when he continued to skirt around my most sensitive area.
He grinned wickedly down at me before he succumbed to my wishes and guided his hand between my legs and found my overly sensitive clit. I cried out at the first touch as my body rippled beneath his. I was already so worked up that my body begged to find release as I teetered on the edge. Jaxon slowly rubbed my small bud with his thumb as he slid one finger between my slick folds.
“Fuck, Peaches you’re so wet.” His finger toyed with my opening before he plunged it in.
I bucked in response. “More!” I cried out.
His lips swept my neck as he suckled his way from my thundering pulse, down my collarbone until his mouth covered my tightened nipple and tugged hard right as he slid another finger inside of me.
My body won out and exploded from within. I was flying on mile high as wave after wave of pleasure racked my body, my muscles clenching and quivering as I rode the tidal waves out. Jaxon continued to work me just enough to make my orgasm last until I collapsed against him, the warm water glistening off our naked bodies.
Melinda Ellen resides in Australia, living out her days by the beach. When she's not reading, she's writing, when really she should be working. It's addictive.
It's a passion that has stemmed from her teenage years when she started off writing poetry and short stories.
Now she's taken a chance and released her debut novel Chancing On You, and hopefully many more to come.