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 words

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

should go and not fantasize about those strong

about falling onto this bed behind me

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

slim this bikini is, I had no doubt that he could smell my desire in

arms around me, and yanked me toward him. Our chests pressed hard together as

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

gently, he lowered me down onto the bed and

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

pushed to the side, and Nicholas closed

hot, and his wicked