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 those

go. Staying will feel amazing in the moment, but it would only hurt me in the long run. Nicholas and I couldn’t be together, regardless of whether or not he was with

not fantasize

bed behind me with Nicholas on top of me.

I couldn’t help myself. With Nicholas, I had no self- control. I would do

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

me, and yanked me toward him. Our chests pressed hard together as his mouth descended over

I indulged now, taking my fill. This

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

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

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

his wicked