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

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

and not fantasize about those strong hands grabbing

breasts. I shouldn’t think about falling onto this bed behind me with Nicholas

my answer. I couldn’t help myself. With Nicholas, I had no self- control. I would do anything to have

bikini is, I had no doubt that he could smell my

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

1 Bad tasted his mouth, his lips, his tongue. I indulged now, taking

globes of my ass. Slowly, gently, he lowered me down onto the bed and crawled

end, he immediately lowered himself down, kissing

bikini were so easily pushed to the side, and Nicholas closed his mouth over my bare nipple.

hot, and his wicked tongue was trailing insistent circles over my