Until I Get You (Fairview Hockey, #1)

by Claire Contreras

At that, she laughed wholeheartedly, and damn it, I tried not to react, but her laughter was a thing of beauty. Her eyes twinkled, and she threw her head back a little. It was infectious.

I was starved for her. Not just her body, but her. Her attention, her secrets, her smiles, her laughter. Anything. Everything.

“Because a million different things can be said about you, about anyone. Some may be true, but in my experience, most accounts aren’t. I don’t want to hear anything about you unless it comes from you.”

I wouldn’t just be on the list of people she liked. I’d fucking dominate it.

“What she said about your smile was my favorite part.” Weird.“Why?” “Because you don’t give it up freely.” He met my gaze. “But when you do, it’s fucking magical.”

I’d never fought anyone over a woman, but when I saw him. . . Fuck. When I saw him about to kiss her, a beast unleashed inside me. And then, when we argued, she said I wasn’t hers, and I wanted to tell her to take the fucking words back. I’d never been anyone’s, but belonging to her didn’t sound so bad.

She laughed lightly. I closed my eyes to relish it, wishing I could bottle it up.

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.

“Because the world would be empty without you,” he said. “Because we wouldn’t have met, and my soul would be lost for the rest of my life, searching for yours.”

“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.”