The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0487 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.

«pon’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 alot 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 1 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 1 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. “I intend to help you dress. And... undress.” My heart pounded in my chest, beating hard against my ribcage. The press of his hands to my waist, even over my clothes, began to feel so hot, it near seared my skin.

Then, those same hands, gripped my shirt 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 head. He tossed his carelessly to the ground.

His eyes dropped hungrily to my chest, where my lacy white bra stretched to contain my bosom.

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

to the ground. I kicked them away.

The way he looked at me, fire simmering in his eyes, had me blushing all the way to my navel, I was sure of it. I knew if he removed my bra and panties next, that we'd likely forget all about the swimsuit.

I had to keep us on track. “Let’s pick out a swimsuit before I get naked, okay?” He hummed, though with the hunger in my eyes, I wasn’t sure he was truly agreeing. He held me like this, arms wrapped around my waist for along moment, before finally sighing and releasing me. “Very well.” [ walked to the drawer where I knew the swimsuits to be. It was the same drawer that contained my panties and bras.

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

I dug into the dresser and pulled out the swimsuit on top. It 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 like the flecks in Nicholas’s eyes.

I held it up to show him. “This one?” “Try it 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 as well as I did.

There were so many times that I

wanted to keep Nicholas all to myself.

It was a daily struggle.

Holding the swimsuit, I turned back to face him. I knew, in my mind, now was the point where I should get naked and change, but a touch of nervousness shook through me.

It didn’t make a lot of sense. I’ve been naked in front of Nicholas before.

Many times. Yet the act of undressing...

I don’t know. It felt so intimate. I didn’t know where to begin.

“Do you 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 his body toward mine.

slowly, he reached his hands forward.

He 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 pulled my bra off me by the straps.

With it free from my body, he tossed it to the pile behind him.

Then he dropped to his knees. I swallowed hard.

He brought his hands to my waist and lightly traced his thumbs along the waistband of my panties. His face near my navel, his gentle puffs of breath teased my sensitive skin.

Then, tenderly, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and slow, slow, slowly pulled them down to my ankles,

exposing me bare for his eager eyes.

He tossed the panties behind him.

Then held up his hand. “The swimsuit.” With shaky hands, I passed him the swimsuit. He scrunched it up and placed it at my feet. He tapped one ankle for me to lift that foot, and then the next, until he was stretching the fabric up over my knees and along the meet of my thighs. When he covered my sex, I could breathe again.

Then he stood up. He continued to tug the swimsuit, stretching the fabric along my sides. He held open the armholes for me to slide my arms through. Then he tugged them until the straps were secure on my shoulders.

My breasts were still bare, the swimsuit caught underneath them.

I held my breath as he reached forward . h - and urged the swimsuit free. His thumbs traced the curve of my breast as he lifted the top to fully cover them.

A pleasant shiver shook down my spine.

He didn't move back to take me in.

Didn’t look away from my face, as he said, “Beautiful.” “Nick...” I wanted him to kiss me. After everything, I needed him to. I wanted his closeness, like a bookend to this intimate moment.

So I'reached my hand up, traced my fingers along the side of his cheek. He followed my touch with so much

eagerness, that when his lips finally pressed against mine, I wasn’t sure which one of us had led the other.

It didn’t really matter.

With his mouth covering mine, all other thoughts were lost for a while.