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.

once had I heard

moment, but it would only hurt me in the long run. Nicholas and I couldn’t be

go and not fantasize about those strong

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

myself. With Nicholas, I had no self- control. I would do anything to have him, to feel

fire within me. With how slim this bikini

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

his mouth, his lips, his tongue. I indulged now, taking my fill. This could be the last

ass. Slowly, gently, he lowered me down onto the bed and crawled on top of me, all without breaking

our kiss did end, he immediately lowered himself down, kissing along the column of my throat,

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

and his wicked tongue was trailing insistent circles over my sensitive