The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 209

Nicholas’s mouth was hot on mine. His body pinned me to the door.

I attacked his lips with my own, eager to burn away any trace of that mystery woman who had been there before me today. Lilliana? Olivia? It didn’t matter who. My mind was flooded with angry, scalding

jealousy.

Maybe Nicholas couldn’t be mine forever, but here, for the duration of this moment, I was staking my

claim.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my fingers through his hair.

He coaxed my lips open. It was no great feat.

When his tongue slipped into my mouth, I was ready and waiting for it.

As our tongues tangled, his hands wandered. He’d started at my hips, but in an impatient instant, his fingers slipped under the waist hem of my shirt and teased at the bare skin of my stomach.

I broke the kiss to moan. He gave me exactly one half–second before he plunged back in and stole my

breath away all over again.

Slowly, he slid his hands up my sides. I shivered, even as I burned. His touch was hot like a brand. I was laying my claim on him, but he was just as easily doing the same to me.

When his fingertips touched the edge of my bra, he deftly worked his way beneath it. His palm laid flat against the side of my ribs. Then, inch by small inch, he moved his hand closer to my front.

His thumb brushed against the bare side of my breast, and I gasped.

“Nick,” I said, a moan and a plea both.

He growled. His hand moved another inch, and he cupped more of my breast under my bra.

Nick,” I said again, this time as a sigh.

His lips stayed against mine, even when all we did was breathe on each other. I needed that closeness.

wasn’t ready to give up my claim yet.

You were jealous,” he said, voice low and rough. “You want me all to yourself,”

It was so easy to admit like this, safe in the circle of his arms, with his lips brushing mine

He licked his way back into my mouth, swallowing my moan. At the same moment, his hand shifted, and he fully grabbed my breast. My aching, peaked nipple brushed against his palm.

He fondled me and it felt so good. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been touched like this – and wanted it. I was desperate for him. For more. For all he would give me.

I was ready to lose myself.

His hand turned and he caught my nipple between two of his fingers. The friction was delicious, sending shockwaves up and down my spine. With his other hand, he reached behind my back and unlatched my bra. With my breasts now free of that confinement, he more easily cupped me with both hands.

I dropped my head back against the door. Breathing heavy, I knew only the insistent touch of his hands,

and the feel of his hot wet breath as he moved his mouth to the side of my neck and sucked in a mark.

My voice could only say his name. Over and over, like a prayer.

“Nicholas. Nick. Oh, God, Nick.”

His hands were masterful, and sent me back to when we had been a couple years ago. He’d always

been attuned to my body. Though we’d never had penetrative sex, he seemed to know the ways to touch

and caress my body to have me lose my mind.

He was a master musician, and I was his instrument then as now.

God, everything he was doing was so perfect. If only I could have had him all the time. Although, we’d likely never leave the bedroom.

I pulled at his hair, lost in my own pleasure. In another life, I’d strip him bare, push him down onto the floor, and climb on top of him. Though, knowing him and the possessive way he left mark after mark along the column of my neck, I doubted he wouldn’t be just as eager.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.