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.

heard those words

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

should go and not fantasize

I shouldn’t think about falling onto this bed behind me with Nicholas on top

With Nicholas, I had no

alighting a fire within me. With how 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

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

his hands were he squeezed and cupped the mostly-bare globes of my ass. Slowly, gently, he lowered me down onto the bed and crawled on top of me, all without breaking the

down, kissing along the column of my throat, then over my collarbones.

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

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