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.

never once had I heard those words from Nicholas

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

go and not fantasize about those strong hands

shouldn’t think about falling onto this bed behind

That was my answer. I couldn’t help myself. With Nicholas, I had no self-

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

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

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.

squeezed and cupped the mostly-bare globes of my ass. Slowly, gently, he lowered me down onto

himself down, kissing along the column of

tiny triangles of my bikini were so easily pushed to the side, and Nicholas closed his mouth over my bare nipple. I arched my back at once,

his wicked tongue was trailing insistent circles