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.

beating hard against my ribcage. The press of his hands to my waist, even over my clothes, began to feel so hot, it

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

chest, where my lacy white bra stretched to

hands returned to my waist and with a small tug, he pulled my pants down over my hips and dropped them to the

way to my navel, I was sure of it. I knew if he removed my bra

He held me like this, arms wrapped around my waist

me over. He remained where he'd been standing, right there by the door, watching me like a

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 like the flecks

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

I wanted to keep Nicholas all to myself. It was a daily

knew, in my mind, now was the point where I should get naked and change, but a touch

sense. I’ve

times. Yet the act

know. It felt so intimate.

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

slid them around my sides to my back and masterfully unclasped 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

he tossed it to the pile

to his knees.

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

slowly pulled them down to my ankles, exposing