Spin the Bottle (Campus Games, #2)

by Stephanie Alves

“Besides, I don’t get a view like this in my gym,” I tease her.

“Are you going to spot me, baby?” Her green eyes narrow at me. “Don’t call me that.” “What do you want me to call you?”

“Why don’t I believe you?” she asks, practically straddling me.

“Careful, Leila.” Her eyes widen when I grip her hips. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“That was quite a show,” I tell her,

could do it again if you give me your number,” I suggest, lifting my brows.

“Why are you pushing this so hard?” My brows furrow. “What?” “At first, I thought it was a pride thing. I said no, so it made you want me, but now I don’t know.” A pride thing? “C’m...

“The pleasure of your company.” She lets out a scoff. “You never quit, do you?” “I told you,” I say, stepping closer to her. “I don’t give up. And I don’t lose.” She tilts her head. “And if I say no?”

“You won’t. You want this as much as I

do.”

“Phone,” she orders. I pull my phone out of my pocket, grinning when I hand it over to her. “As you wish.”

Never going to happen’?” I ask, reading out her contact name.

“Hate to break it to you,” I whisper. “But it just did.”

make me regret it,” she says without turning around.

“You will,” I mutter to myself.

love my body,” I recite to my reflection. “I love my curves. Every dip, every roll, every stretch mark.”

One day, I’ll believe it. I hope.

was always in control and I didn’t have hopeless, unrealistic expectations. Until Aiden.

He came in and everything changed. He pursued me, he asked me out, he goaded me into kissing him. It was new, interesting, fun. But now, he got what he wanted. He won the game, and I made it easy for him.

“Falling for me already,” Aiden teases, smirking down at me.

look up at him, my neck straining when I do. I’d never admit this to anyone, but I love how tall he is.

“Leila—” “Just forget it. I don’t care. Lose my number and forget about me.”

“I can’t do that, Leila,” Aiden whispers.

“I can’t forget about you.” His deep voice rumbles through me, making my skin break out with goosebumps.

feel his breath on my skin and my eyes close of their own accord, a whimper escaping my lips. Fuck. My eyes snap open, looking up at his bright blue eyes, where he’s standing above me, crowding me. His hand reaches up, rubbing the dark brown strands of my hair between his fingers.

“I wish I could forget about you. Fuck, I wish I could just let you go, but I can’t do that anymore.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way,” I manage to say.

“God,” he rasps. “What are you doing to me?” “Nothing,” I reply, forcing my throat to...

“Such a liar.” His tongue dips out. Licking his bottom lip, making my eyes drop to his lips. Oh, he is good. “You say you don’t like me, that...

put my hand up this dress, what would I find Leila?” His tone is so casual, so simple...

“Bone dry.”

“It’s so hot when you put me in my place,” he

“But I’d love to see you smile at me like you do with your friends.” His thumb ghosts my lips, bare...

“What do you have in mind to make me smile?” I ask him. He grins, no doubt loving this reaction from me. “I want to kiss you again.”

“What are you doing?” he asks. “I know you feel this. You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.” He leans down

“If you want me to chase you, just say the word.”

easy for him. I lick my lips. “I’ll tell you what.” His brows lift, intrigue painting his expression. “You can kiss me,” I lean up into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, loving how his breathing accelerates and his hands drop to my waist. I reach up until my lips graze his ear and whisper, “If you find me.”

“Looks like I found you,” he whispers, his breath hitting my skin, so close I can almost feel what his lips would be like if he pressed

“Do I get my reward now?” Yes. Fuck yes. Just kiss me. I lick my lips. “That was the deal.”

“I’m not going to kiss you,” he says, making my face drop. “I want to taste your lips again so badly,” he grits out, running a hand down his face. “But I...

“Because, gor...

“Consent is important to me. I love teasing you, but I’m not going to kiss you unless...

don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want to do,”

“And if you say you don’t like me, then I can’t kiss you.”

watch as he smirks at me, his eyes dropping as he checks me out. “You look so fucking beautiful.”

“Aiden.”

“Yes, Leila?” he asks, the edge of his lips curving in a smirk. “Is there anything you want?” I roll my eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I grip the back of his neck and bring him down, crushing my lips to his.

lift onto my tiptoes, brushing my lips with his, feeling his tongue prod the entrance of my lips. I open up for him, welcoming him, wanting him, and he enters. His tongue swipes over mine, our mouths working together as the kiss gets hotter and deeper. My teeth graze his bottom lip, sucking on it as I pull away and bring my tongue back into his mouth. A groan builds in his throat, but I swallow it down before it can escape. He’s consuming me, in this moment all I can feel is him, all I can taste is him, all I can think of is Aiden. “God, Leila,”

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 t...