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.

had I heard those words

in the long run. Nicholas and I couldn’t be together, regardless

should go and not fantasize about those

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

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

slim this bikini is, I had no doubt that

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

1 Bad tasted his mouth, his lips, his tongue. I indulged now, taking my fill. This could be the last time. I was not about to

cupped the mostly-bare globes of my ass. Slowly, gently, he

kissing along the column of my throat, then over

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,

wicked tongue