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.

from my waist and gripped my ass. I moaned against his

that. More like

the door, wedging me there with his thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist. His rock–hard arousal pressed against my core and

my mouth with another kiss. But I couldn’t keep quiet, especially when

he reached up and covered my mouth with

hips again, pressing me further up the door. “Maybe you want to be caught. Maybe we

and adrenaline surged inside of me, swirling deliciously with my

wanted him to keep talking. I wanted him to rip my clothes off. I wanted him to fuck me right

was clear. He had misunderstood Julian and my relationship him med. He wanted to claim me, to keep me from Julian. And despite

too.

of him before. He was always so measured,

hard I could press him, to see how rough he would get.

about Julian in the same way, Julian was a friend. Nicholas was someone I wanted to ravage