For The Night (Luna, #1) (3 page)

“I’ll have the same.”

“Very good. I’ll put this right in for you, Mr. Blackburn.”

He takes our menus and rushes off.

Tobias grins at me, taking a drink of his water.

“Do you always copy what your date orders?” I take a sip of my water, making sure to keep my face neutral. “First, the water. Then, the steak and potato.”

He shrugs. “I do when they order the same things I like.”

I want to smile.

I really like him. If I was the type of girl to have relationships, he would be at the top of my list. Smart, funny, sexy, educated and obviously doing well for himself. A girl could do much worse.

Instead, I say, “The waiter knows you by name. You must come here often.”

“Funny. I thought the same thing when I told the maitre’d that a woman named Luna would be joining me and he knew
exactly
to whom I referred.”

I don’t blush like I’m sure he expects me to. I laugh and lift my glass of water. “Touché!”

“You’re a fascinating woman, Luna.” He touches his glass with mine, then takes a sip before continuing. “I’ve seen you here a fair bit.”

On the outside, I keep my face calm; on the inside, I panic. “Have you? And what have you seen, exactly?”

“A woman who isn’t finding what she desires,” he murmurs before meeting my eyes. “A problem I think I can help with.”

The panic subsides a bit as my curiosity takes over.

“And what do you think I desire that I’m not finding?”

His eyes spark and he holds his hand out, palm up. I don’t know what instinct takes over, but I do know what he wants. I place my hand in his, my breath hitching as a wave of awareness rolls through me at his touch. Maybe it’s because I want him to put his hands all over me; I can’t really be sure.

A tug on my hand has me leaning in, closing the distance between our faces over the table. He turns my hand over and brings his lips to kiss the center of it. The brief touch arouses me, heightened by the accompanying lick, making me wish we were alone right this fucking instant.

Then his tongue is traveling down, leaving a trail of kisses and licks to my fingertips before he takes my middle finger into his mouth and sucks on it. His eyes are locked on mine and I can’t look away, even as I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I cross my legs, trying to drag my hand away as I hear footsteps approaching.

He swirls his tongue around it one more time before sucking hard and releasing me. We both barely sit back before the waiter rounds the corner, food in hand.

After a moment, we are alone with our food and as I pick up my silverware, Tobias speaks.

“Me.”

I glance up, unable to speak at the hungry look in his eyes.

One side of his mouth tilts up as I freeze. I’ve no doubt he knows how incredibly turned on I am.

“I’m what you desire,” he clarifies. “And after dinner, I’ll prove it to you.”

I swallow, my mouth dry, even as I nod.

It’s going to be an interesting night.

~*~

“I’ve gotten a room for the evening,” Tobias informs me, pulling out the key as we head to the elevators. “I thought you’d feel safer here.”

I mentally add ‘considerate’ to his list of qualities.

It doesn’t prevent me from messing with him.

I stop walking. The arm he has around my waist slides out since he didn’t anticipate my sudden pause, causing him to turn around with a questioning look.

“Is there a problem?”

“I never said we were going to sleep together,” I whisper, my eyes focused on the floor to give off the impression I’m embarrassed by this turn of events. “I thought we were just having dinner.”

He doesn’t say anything and after a few moments, I glance up to find him grinning.

“I didn’t say we were going to either, did I?” He asks, walking over to the elevator and pressing the ‘up’ icon, then holds out his hand. “Are you coming or not?”

Well, that didn’t go like I thought it would and confusion fills me.

I take his hand and we get on the elevator. He presses the top floor button and the doors close.

Neither of us speak and I start to feel nervous. This evening is different from the others.

I always know what to expect. The fact I can’t decipher his intentions leaving me on edge.

His comment at dinner about proving I desire him seemed to indicate we would be partaking in sexual activities.

I haven’t misunderstood, have I? Perhaps he intends to tease me all night?

I’m lost in thought when he chuckles.

“Did you just growl?”

My face flushes. “I—I guess so.”

Did I seriously just stutter? What is wrong with me?

I lift my eyes to his as he snickers. He’s staring down at me, his eyes intent.

He pushes me until my back is against the wall. A hand slides down my side and lifts up my leg to wrap it around his hip. He steps closer, pinning me to the wall, as his lips descend on mine.

Eager for this since his little stunt at dinner, I open my mouth intuitively, giving him immediate access as I close my eyes. His tongue seeks out mine as I bring my hands up to his shoulders before gliding them up into his sleek hair. I indulge my earlier desire to run my fingers through his hair as our mouths mingle.

The hand holding my leg skims back toward my skirt, then under it. I’m not wearing hose and when he cups me over the silk panties I donned, we both moan. I buck into his hand, unable to ignore the way his other hand tightens on my hip as the one cupping my pussy slides back and forth, providing me with very sensations I want in that moment.

I barely register the dinging of the elevator as it continues its trek upward, fully engulfed in the tightening spiral of arousal that shoots through me. I move my lower body again, grinding and trying to increase the pleasure, but I’m completely trapped. He seems perfectly content to ravage my mouth while stroking me at a leisurely, torturous pace.

He releases my mouth, murmuring, “Open your eyes.”

I obey his command, gasping as he brings one hand up to grip my chin, making it impossible to look away. The hand stroking me through the silky material drifts up to the band, then slips inside and down to my slick folds. His eyes hold mine captive as he inserts a finger inside me, then two, thrusting upward and making me cry out. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing it as his fingers curl inside me, massaging my g-spot.

His eyes burn as he pushes against me, arousal evident.

I want him inside me. I’m eager to get back to the room and my eyes dart to look at what level we’re on.

Forty-four. Six more.

“Luna.”

I bring my eyes back to him. He smiles as he inserts another finger and I stiffen as pleasure shoots through me. I’m close, the orgasm just out of my reach, and he knows it.

Ding!

He moves his hand faster, and I move in rhythm. He leans in, kissing down my jaw, as his hand manipulates me.

Ding!

Then, his hand is gone. He slides my body down, leaving me on the edge of desire, and I wobble as he goes to move away.

“Here, let me help,” he offers instead, picking me up as if I weigh nothing and tossing me over his shoulder as the elevator dings again.

It stops and I look over my shoulder, eyes flying to the monitor.

Forty-seven.

Tobias chuckles, stepping out and into the hallway. “Thought we were going to level fifty, didn’t you?”

“I—“ I lick my lips. “I saw you hit fifty!”

“I did, but you were a little too preoccupied with my hand to notice I did anything else.”

“Jackass,” I mutter, realizing he’s left me hanging on purpose.

As he stops in front of a door and runs the key through the reader, he laughs. “A little anticipation never hurt anyone.”

He opens the door and steps through, and as the door shuts softly behind us, I can’t stop the shiver of excitement that rushes through me.

As he sets me down inside the room, I whirl and walk toward the wide expanse of windows on the outer wall. I can see the entire city from here.

Tobias walks up behind me after a few moments and places his hands on my shoulders.

“I’ve never been above floor forty,” I muse. “It’s crazy how the view is so much better.”

He rests his chin on my shoulder, looking out with me, his fingertips skimming up and down my arm.

“I came to the city ten years ago for college,” he murmurs before placing a kiss on the nape of my neck, causing a delicious shiver to run down my spine, “and I’ve found that whether you’re on the top level of a fifty-floor hotel, in the street below surrounded by buildings and people, or lying on your back in the middle of a grassy field staring up at the stars, the view is always stunning. You also realize how small you are in comparison to everything else, no matter your size.”

At that, I turn in his arms, intrigued by what he said.

He straightens, gliding his hands up to my waist and resting them there.

He’s tall enough I have to lift my head a little to look straight into his desire-filled eyes, but not much. He’s roughly six inches taller than me, so a nice six-two with a body that can pin me to an elevator wall without him breaking a sweat.

“I’d’ve never pegged you for a country boy,” I tease, wrapping my arms around his neck as I smile. “Ten years. That would make you twenty-eight?”

I don’t know why I am asking questions. I’m interested in having sex with him and nothing else.

Perhaps it’s because he doesn’t seem very eager to get me in bed right away. He seems like the slow and steady type; the kind that likes to take their time and worship their lovers body.

I certainly will not complain in that case.

“No, I’m thirty.” He grins at me. “I didn’t go to kindergarten until I was six. Then I took a year break after high school.”

I almost ask why he took a year off when his hands roam my upper body, sliding beneath the edge of my shirt to rest on my bare skin, making me forget. He strokes just under my ribcage with his thumb on either side, then a tender squeeze before moving them up. One arm enfolds me in his grasp, snug against his body as the other continues its trek until his palm’s cupping a lace-encased breast.

My breath hitches as he holds my gaze. I barely blink before he’s unhooked my bra and cups me again. His thumb rubs back and forth over my nipple, causing it to tighten and rise; he moves to the other side and repeats. I tug his head down and press my lips against his.

He lifts me off the ground. I wrap my legs around him, the action instinctive, and he carries me over to the bed.

I hum into his mouth when he grips my ass. I grow frantic, wanting to be skin-to-skin with him, and lower my legs to the floor.

Our lips are still fused as I shove my hands under his suit jacket to push it down his arms. He helps me, shrugging it off and then grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. I slide the straps of my bra down my arms as he watches with hooded eyes.

After I drop it on the floor, it’s a race to become undressed. Buttons fly, shoes land across the room, and soon we’re standing naked in front of each other.

I kneel, relishing the sudden intake of his breath as I take his cock in my palm and squeeze.

He grips my hair, giving it a gentle tug to force me to look up at him. I lick my lips as I glance back down.

“Damn woman, are you going to stare at it like a lollipop, or are you going to put me in your mouth?”

I laugh, delight in having him at my mercy flowing through me. “Either way, I’ll be sucking you like you’re my favorite treat.”

He inhales sharply as I put the head of his cock in my mouth. Using the tip of my tongue, I give him short, quick licks on the crown, followed by languid, leisurely licks on the underside of the head. His hand flexes in my hair, the rest of his body taut with self-restraint, as I lick him down the shaft and back up. I repeat this a few times, before I cup his balls in my free hand and use the other to squeeze the shaft as I finally suck on it like I know he wants me to.

“Ah, fuck,” he says, holding my head motionless as he thrusts once, then twice before pulling out of my mouth and smiling. “As much as I’d love to come in that pretty little mouth of yours, I want you to bend over the edge of the bed. Now.”

His words arouse me to the point of desperation.

This is exactly is what I’ve been waiting for. I didn’t mind him being sweet earlier, because I knew once we got down to business, his dominant nature would rear its head.

I drop my eyes to the ground and immediately obey, scrambling over to the bed.

I lean over, using my elbows to prop myself up, not daring to look behind me. Not even when it’s silent long enough to make me wonder what he’s doing.

Then, his grip is on my thighs, his lips bestowing kisses along the curve of my backside. He uses his hands to push my legs apart gently, indicating I should widen my stance, which I do. His fingers start to move. He’s massaging my legs, pressing his fingers in and making me moan as his lips and tongue move closer to my pussy. I lift my hips, beginning him silently to put his mouth there, and lower my head to the bed.

He laughs, the sound wicked and delightful all in one. He parts me with one hand, inserts a finger from the other, and gives me exactly what I want.

The first lick is almost an overload since I am so turned on. I clench around his finger and tongue, feeling the vibration from his chuckle as he inserts another digit. His pace is unhurried, the two fingers stroking my g-spot as his tongue laps up the arousal his attention is coaxing from my body.

“Oh god,” I sob as he moves to my clit and licks at the same undemanding pace. “Please…”

I can’t even articulate what I’m begging for, but he knows. I rock into his touch as he takes it into his mouth and sucks. Between that delectable torture and his fingers, I’m incoherent, the tension inside my body rising until my orgasm rips through me, stealing my breath.

Then, he’s gone. I barely register the sound of foil tearing before his hands are on my hips and he sinks his cock into me from behind with one smooth thrust.

He pauses, his moan of pleasure mingling with mine as he leans his body over mine. He places his palm flat on the front of my neck, bringing my head up and tilting it back until his mouth is right next to my ear. The hand clutching my hip tightens as he rocks our bodies together again before going still.