The Luna Choosing Game

I entered my bedroom with Nicholas right behind me. He placed his hand on the small of my back, helping lead me further inside. I was still blushing fiercely from his words.

With the door safely closed behind us, leaving us alone in my room, I turned back to look up at him. What I saw stole my breath away.

His face was a hard shell, slightly angry, with fiery eyes. He was all Alpha now. If he opened his mouth, I suspected a growl might come out of it.

“Nick...” I whispered.

The air between us suddenly felt charged and intimate.

“I don’t wear that bikini, Piper,” he said, his voice low and rough.

“I don’t want anyone to see you in that but me.” Was that what he was worried about?

“Nick, I wasn’t going to,” I said, and flashed him a small smile. Surely he already knew that, with the way I had slunk around after having to wear it that first time.

“I’m sure you provided a lot more options when you picked out my wardrobe.” Nicholas’s lips twitched as he looked down at me, his frown lifting a little.

He kissed the tip of my nose. “I'd love to see you try them on.” Oh. The other real reason he wanted to help me change. My smile turned sheepish and I dipped my head to hide it. I understood where he was coming from. This might be one of the last times we could find time to be alone together, what with the cameras here now. We’d have to be extra careful from now on. They might even decide to set up secret cameras in this hallway, to see who went where and when.

We had to steal these precious moments while we could.

So I lifted my face, turned my smile cheeky, and said, “Sit on the bed. I'll do a fashion show for you.” Nicholas wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. He lowered his nose down to the corner of my neck and shoulder and breathed me in.

“Piper,” he said.

my ribcage. The press of his hands to my waist, even

and tugged it up from where it had tucked into my linen pants, pulling it free from under my waistband. In a blink, that shirt was up and over

my lacy white

tug, he pulled my pants down over my hips and dropped them to the

me blushing all the way to my navel, I was sure of it. I knew if

eyes, I wasn’t sure he was truly agreeing. He held me like this, arms wrapped around my waist for a long moment,

Nicholas hadn’t followed me over. He remained where he'd been standing, right there by the door, watching

was a one piece... sort of. The sides connected the tops to the bottoms but the midriff and the back were cut out. The color was a shimmering green, much

on,” Nicholas said. “Then we'll decide.” I rolled my eyes at him. I might be annoyed by his jealous tendencies if 1 wasn’t so endeared to them. Or if I didn’t understand them

so many times that I wanted to keep Nicholas all to myself. It

face him. I knew, in my mind, now was the point where I should get

lot of sense. I’ve been

Yet the act

intimate. I

need help?” he asked. Before I could answer, he stepped closer. My breath caught as he came to stand right in front of me, so close I could lean forward and press my body to his. I didn’t, but I could have. The heat radiated off of

my bra. The tension released, my breasts spilled out from the lacy fabric. He avoided touching me there. Instead, he lifted his hands to my shoulders and pulled my bra off me

free from my body, he tossed it

to his

to my waist and lightly traced his thumbs along the waistband of my panties. His face near my navel, his

thumbs under the waistband and slow, slow, slowly pulled