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

me in the long run. Nicholas

not fantasize about those strong hands grabbing

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

myself. With Nicholas, I had no self- control.

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

yanked me toward him. Our chests

now, taking my fill. This

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

himself down, kissing along the column

tiny triangles of my bikini were so easily pushed to the side, and Nicholas closed his mouth over

and his wicked tongue was