Until I Get You (Fairview Hockey, #1)

by Claire Contreras

His lips crashed against mine with a groan that vibrated through my body. Time vanished as he lifted me off the ground. A bomb went off inside me. Eve...

He invaded my mouth like he owned it. He kissed me with possession and abandon, holding me tightly against him as if to make sure I wouldn’t go anywhere. He devoured my mouth as if it were our last kiss, and he needed to make sure he got it right in case I didn’t let him do it again. The intensity of it flayed me, traveled deep inside me, and formed a crevice I knew no ...

“I thought you didn’t kiss? ‘Ever.’” Marissa arched a brow at him.

“I don’t.” My head shot up. He was still looking at me.

I wished I could scream and ask her to please stop me before this developed into something more, but I remained silent because I wanted it. I wanted him.

“God damn, Lyla James.” He set his forehead against mine and tightened his grip on my thighs. “God damn.”

Lyla scared away all of the women just by existing, and I scared away all the men by not letting go of her for a second.

Her eyes were so expressive right now. So fucking incredible.

She could have been a green alien and she still would have been the hottest woman to ever have been on top of me.

“Fuck.” I bit my lip hard and groaned.

“Do you want to kill me? Or is your goal to make me come in my pants?” “Would you come in your pants if I keep doing it?”

“I like seeing you coming apart at the seams like this, Mr. Unattainable Hockey Star,”

“You always have me like this,” I breathed, keeping my eyes on hers.

And then it happened. Her lips moved painstakingly slowly as if breaking through ice. Her eyes danced first, and then her mouth finally — finally — broke into the most incredible smile I’d ever seen in my life. The smile. Fuck. I thought I’d wanted it, but now that I’d ex...

“Holy shit. Don’t stop.” Don’t stop. As if I ever could. I took my fingers back, gripped her thighs, and ate her like a starved man.

“Fucking hell, Lyla.” A growl ripped through me. “Lach.” She screamed, tears slipping out of her eyes. I stopped moving. She shook her head. “I’m fine.

Staring at Lyla’s eyelids did something to me. I wanted her eyes on mine. Needed them.

I held her and stopped the movement. “Look at me when I fuck you.” I tightened my grip on her hips when she tried to move again. “I want to see you come. I want to see everything.”

“I don’t know if I can,” she whispered. “I’ve never done. . .I don’t do that.”

“You think...

“I don’t do a lot of the things that I do with you.” I leaned down and kissed her. “Look at me, Lyla James. Let me have...

I opened my mouth to speak and shut it quickly, averting my eyes as I thought about how to broach the topic I needed to discuss with him.

“No. Fuck no,” he said, pulling me from my thoughts. “Don’t shut me out. Not now.”

“Google.” “You Googled me?” “Yeah. You didn’t Google me?” He raised an eyebrow. My lips pursed.

“That was a blow to my ego, you know.” “I figured,” I said.

“I only came home with Marissa because I knew she was your roommate.” I blinked. “What?” “I wanted to see where you lived,” he said. I stared at him and waited for him to tell me he was kidding. He didn’t. “I wanted to know more about you.”

“What are you thinking about?” He tilted my chin up. I shook my head, still staring at his chest. “Lyla.”

I was really fucking curious about you, and I watched you closely and often,” he said, searching my eyes. “I know every scowl, every frown, every hidden smile. I even know the ones you’ve never graced me with.”

“I know your tells, Lyla James. Every single one of them.” He leaned in and kissed my forehead, tilting my head a little more, so we were just a breath apart. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

A girl could dream

“His name is Luke,” I said, looking at his chest again. His muscles tightened. “I don’t want to know.” “He’s dead.” I met his eyes again.

“Because we wouldn’t have met, and my soul would be lost for the rest of my life, searching for yours.”

Dang it. Hes winning me over a bit icl

“That’s my favorite smile. You have no idea how often I dream of it.” He brought a hand up and brushed his thumb against my bottom lip. “I want to possess it. To keep it for myself.”

I was just blank all the time. Blank all the time unless Lachlan was in front of me.

“I could be in Toronto and you in Tokyo, and I’d still find a way to keep exploring this.”

He pressed his lips to the back of my neck. “You know we have the same middle name?” I laughed. “No freaking way.” “Hm.” He nuzzled against my neck. “I was going to tell you the second time I saw you, but I thought you might knee me in the balls.” I bit back my smile, even though it was dark and he couldn’t see me.

“I’m always numb unless you’re around. You make me feel.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I heard his sharp intake of breath. “Fuck, Lyla James.” He pulled me closer and pressed his lips to mine in a slow kiss.

he ignored her and kept his eyes on mine. I smiled at him, which made his eyes darken even more. I loved knowing I was the only one who got this reaction from him. I loved the way he looked at me like nothing else in the world mattered.

I wanted to see what he’d do if I gave him the green light not to hide whatever this was.

as soon as I was standing beside him, he grabbed my hand and linked our fingers together as we turned around to get a drink.

He smiled at me. “I chased and chased and chased until she finally gave me a fucking chance.”

The guy who fended people off at parties was the one who couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself. The guy with a no-kissing rule kissed me every opportunity he had. I had butterflies in my stomach and smiled at him all night.

“The liquor was unopened and you drank.” “You were there.” I shrugged. “I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”

“Relax,” Marissa whispered as she set a hand on my bouncing knee.

Marissa’s hand shot out and clutched my knee to stop the bouncing

“Lyla James?” My heart sped up. No way. No fucking way he’d told his mother about me.

He smiled wider, then glanced over my head and raised his eyebrows at his mom and brother before skating off. As he did, I felt a pat and squeeze on my shoulder and looked back to find his mom smiling at me.

He fr said "this is her!"

“I can’t imagine how you wouldn’t,” she said. “Lachlan doesn’t half-ass anything. If he’s serious about you, he’ll go through hell and high water to get to you.”

“Oh, honey. I don’t think you understand what it means to catch my son’s attention the way you have. I’ve only seen him this way over hockey.” She raised an eyebrow. “Make of that what you will.”

Lachlan: you look so fucking hot wearing my name on your back