Spin the Bottle (Campus Games, #2)

by Stephanie Alves

he rasps between kisses and pushes us so I’m pinned against the wall once again. His hand grips my face as he deepens the kiss, making love to my mouth. Fuck. The way his tongue sucks on mine makes my knees wobble and my clit ache, so badly. I involuntarily grind up, making contact with the bulge poking through his jeans. He pulls back for a second, his dark, lustful eyes burning a hole into mine. His eyes widen as if he doesn’t believe I just did that, but I’m not backing down. I started this, and I’m going to finish it. I’m going to end up in Aiden’s bed tonight. He dives back in, crushing his mouth back down to mine. His kiss is better than actual fucking. I could do this all night. But I need more. My hands play with the hem of his t-shirt, letting my fingers span the hot, hard flesh of his stomach. His abs ripple beneath my fingertips. God, he feels so good. His big hands leave my face, making their way down to my waist. I don’t even care to think of what he’s feeling or if his hands are touching the rolls in my back. I don’t care. He grips my waist with a fervor I can feel in my core every time he touches me. His lips leave mine, trailing down my jaw and neck. His tongue plays with the skin, licking and sucking, the feeling making me lose control in my legs.