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.

I heard those

it would only hurt me in the long run. Nicholas and I couldn’t be together, regardless of

not fantasize about those strong hands grabbing

about falling onto this bed behind me with Nicholas on top

chin. “And if I stay?” That was my answer. I couldn’t help myself. With Nicholas, I had no self- control. I would do anything to have him, to feel him, to love

bikini is, I had no doubt

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

since 1 Bad tasted his mouth, his lips, his tongue. I indulged now, taking my fill. This could be

he lowered me down onto the bed

he immediately lowered himself down, kissing

closed his mouth over my bare nipple. I arched my back at once,

His mouth was so hot, and his wicked tongue was trailing insistent circles over my sensitive