For The Night (Luna, #1) Read Online Free Page A

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