Spin the Bottle (Campus Games, #2)

by Stephanie Alves

“There’s also something else,” he says, his eyes dropping to the curve of my lips that are now parted and so dry. I lick them instinctively. “Yeah?” It comes out raspy, thick with the tension between us. I clear my throat. He smirks, pulling back completely until I can inhale a much-needed breath. “I never lose,” he says.

“The thought of another guy’s hands on you makes me want to rip out their throats. I need to know I’m the only one touching you, kissing you.”