The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

In a matter of days, Jules had gone from someone I looked forward to seeing every day, to someone I needed to see. I needed to make her laugh and make sure she was okay. And I wanted her to want that of me too.

“Your lips make me forget about everything else. They make me forget about losing, about the hundred people in the hallway beside us, about anything not centered on this mouth. How’d you get so fucking sweet, Jules?”

A slow rumble rolled through his chest. “Oh we’re going to be doing this more than just sometime, Frenchie. I’m setting up a permanent appointment in your calendar. It’ll be sandwiched in right after class and before baking, that way I can watch you bake in nothing but an apron.” After everything we’d just done, my cheeks went red at the dirty picture he’d painted in my mind.

She was soft and warm nestled against me. I loved the way my fingers sank into her hips. How I never worried my grip would be too hard or rough. The sheet slid down more over the curve of her breasts with each breath. A hint of her deep pink nipple peeked out, teasing me like her salted caramel chocolate chunk cookies with the hint of espresso.

“Why not? Those letters were holy shit levels of hot. I’m talking disappear-into-my-room-for-an-hour and can-only-cool-off-with-a-cold-shower hot.” “Really?” Her voice pitched up and the flush of her cheeks set in deeper. I took her chin between my fingers and tilted her head up. “How many times do I have to tell you, Jules. I’m into you. Whether it’s in letter form, cookie form, pole dancing form, sitting in your sweats on the couch watching TV form, or any other way you want to show me what you’re all about, I’m here for it. I’m here for you.”