Hate You Always (Western Wildcats Hockey #1) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
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Her gaze slices to mine as she shifts restlessly on the chair. Any moment, she’s going to go up in flames.

And I’ll probably go up with her.

“We can’t,” she whispers.

“Why not?”

Her eyes dart away. “Because you’re not attracted to me.”

Is she out of her mind?

How does she not see through the thin veneer I’ve kept in place all these years?

Instead of responding to that comment, I jerk to my feet.

Her eyes widen as I stalk around the table, swallowing up the distance between us. She squeaks when I wrap my hand around her smaller one and haul her from the chair. There isn’t time for questions as I tow her through the maze of bookshelves until we’re buried deep in the back corner, away from prying eyes. She hastens her step to keep pace with me.

Just when she opens her mouth, I grind to a halt. Her smaller body crashes into mine before I wrap my fingers around her shoulders and force her backward until her spine hits a shelf filled with dusty periodicals.

Our faces are inches apart.

Other than the night I carried Juliette to her apartment, have I ever stood close enough to see the golden flecks that make up the inner ring of her irises?

Only now do I realize how mesmerizing they are in their vibrancy. It wouldn’t surprise me if I ended up drowning within their amber depths. Hell, it might be a more preferable way to go.

When I press my thick erection into the softness of her belly, her mouth forms a shocked little O.

“Does it really feel like I’m not attracted to you?” I growl.

With a gulp, she shakes her head.

“Now tell me—do I turn you on?” The question escapes from me before I can stop it.

When she remains silent, I flex my hips for a second time. My hands are still wrapped around the tops of her shoulders as I lower my head until my mouth can ghost over hers. That’s all it takes for the air to stir around us, turning electric.

There’s no damn way this attraction is one sided.

It can’t be.

“Well?” Unable to help myself, I thrust against her again. “Do I?”

My muscles coil tight as that question hangs in the charged atmosphere. Intensity ratchets up between us until there’s a good possibility it’ll explode, blowing us both to smithereens.

“Yes.”

I don’t realize how tightly strung I’ve become until the whispered word escapes from her. My body turns slack as my lungs empty in relief.

I rub the tip of my nose against hers and nip at the plump flesh of her bottom lip before tugging it with my teeth and drawing it into my mouth. In the silence of the library, her shaky inhalation is as loud as a gunshot. It echoes throughout my brain until it’s the only thing I’m cognizant of.

Unable to resist, I slant my mouth over hers. Back and forth I strum until the movement is nothing short of dizzying. Until the warmth of her breath can feather across my lips.

How many times have I fantasized about doing exactly this?

Too damn many to count.

The knowledge that this girl now belongs to me explodes in my chest. My need for her has never been something I’ve allowed myself to dwell on. I pushed it from my brain and told myself it didn’t exist.

I tried my damnedest to pretend she didn’t exist.

But it didn’t work.

Not really.

Juliette was always there, hovering on the periphery, slyly fucking with my thoughts.

It’s only when I’ve teased both of us that I give in to years of pent-up longing and allow my mouth to settle over hers. The velvety softness of my tongue dances across the seam of her lips. That’s all it takes for her to open as a growl of need vibrates within my chest. I want to stake my claim so every fucking guy on this campus knows who she belongs to. Maybe this isn’t a long-term situation, but for the time being, Juliette is mine.

When her sweetness explodes in my mouth, I find myself deepening the caress. It’s so tempting to consume every single part of her. I want to eat her up in one tasty gulp. Need thrums through me as I press closer until every inch of my body is aligned with her soft curves. With a tilt of her head, she allows me greater access. My tongue lashes hers, tangling with it.

I’m so fucking turned on.

I have no idea how long we stand pressed against the stacks.

It could be minutes or hours.

What I do know is that it’s not nearly enough.

It will never be enough.

If I don’t rein in my desire while I still can, it’ll burn completely out of control.

It takes effort to pull away. When I finally do, we’re both breathing hard. Her hands are pressed against my chest, her fingers curled into the fabric of my hoodie. It’s as if she’s hanging on for dear life.


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