The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

His lips were soft and unyielding all at once. Fireworks erupted in my head. A colorful, sparking display with a new road lit up with each press of his lips and swipe of his tongue, which was nearing the grand finale. I sank into him like I’d lost all motor functions. He cupped the back of my neck and controlled the kiss. Delving deeper and deeper into my mouth and stealing away every breath like it would be his last. His tongue danced with mine like we had out on the dance floor, only his tongue wasn’t nearly as polite. A raging heat burned in my stomach and that traveled lower, creating a throbbing ache between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together and moaned. The sound escaped the seal of our lips. If anything, it spurred him on. His hand tightened against the small of my back, pressing me against him. I was sandwiched between him and the cool concrete. “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?”