The Luna Choosing Game

slicked at the seam of my lips before coaxing his way into my mouth with his insistent and

ding tongue, I closed my arms around his neck, holding on as best I could while he delved and

d my mouth like he belonged there.

Like this, it felt like he did.

His hands dropped to my waist, where he gripped me firmly. His body held me flat against the door at my back.

When we had been intimate in the past, it had been soft and slow, gentle and tender, with barely there touches and exploratory kisses. It had been a low simmer, burning over a long evening as we shyly explored each other’s bodies.

This was nothing like that.

Where that had been a simmer, this was an explosion.

His kiss was fierce, claiming. His body was everywhere against mine, yet still somehow not close enough. I wanted him naked. I wanted the press of his bare flesh to mine so that nothing could ever come between us.

my waist and gripped my

that. More like

against the door, wedging me there with his thighs.

kiss. But I couldn’t keep quiet, especially when he began

moved his lips to my ear. Meanwhile, he reached up and covered my mouth

again, pressing me further up the door. “Maybe you want to be caught. Maybe we should let everyone know that I’m the only one who can make you lose yourself like

inside of me, swirling deliciously with

my clothes off. I wanted him

He

too.

of him before. He was always so measured,

to make him wild, to see how hard I could press him,

jealous. The truth was, I didn’t care about Julian in the same way, Julian was a friend. Nicholas was someone I wanted to ravage me, heart and body, until I was a whimpering