The Luna Choosing Game

“No,” he said.

I snapped my mouth closed and looked up at him. “Nick?” Nicholas’s hands had curled even more, into fists now.

Maybe I should go. Of course, I wanted him, especially with him looking at me like he was, like he wanted to eat me whole.

But he was with Bridget now. It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't.

“If you don’t want me to touch you,” Nicholas said, “Go into the bathroom there.” He tilted his head toward an on suite bathroom with a door. “Go in there now, close the door. T will understand and go get Veronica for

you.” I swallowed hard. A choice. Leave, preserve my dignity, but deny myself the feel of Nicholas’s touch.

God, I knew the choice I should make.

Especially if Nicholas was trying to make things work with Bridget, as she had said so blatantly so many times.

heard those words from

run. Nicholas and I couldn’t

not fantasize

shouldn’t think about falling onto this bed behind me with Nicholas on top of me. ls

my chin. “And if I stay?” That was my answer. I couldn’t help myself. With Nicholas, I had no

darken farther, alighting a fire within me. With how slim this bikini is, I had no doubt that he could

around me, and yanked me toward him. Our chests pressed hard together as his mouth descended

had been too long since 1 Bad tasted his mouth, his lips, his tongue. I indulged now, taking my fill. This could be the last time. I was

of my ass. Slowly, gently, he lowered me down onto the bed and crawled on top of me,

down, kissing along the column of my throat, then

easily pushed to the side, and Nicholas closed his mouth over my bare nipple. I arched my

and his wicked tongue was trailing insistent