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

run. Nicholas and I couldn’t be together, regardless of whether or not he was with Bridget

fantasize about those strong hands grabbing

about falling onto this bed behind

With Nicholas, I had no self-

farther, alighting a fire within me. With how slim this bikini

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

I indulged now, taking my fill. This could be the last time. I was not about

gently, he lowered me down onto the

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

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,

hot, and his wicked