Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

I looked over at Will to tell him my idea, but he was already staring at me. He gazed down with an entranced look in his eyes like he’d just been watching something so interesting as he stared at me. Something swelled in my chest, and all of a sudden, I could barely catch my breath as the chandeliers were forgotten. Red lights flashed across his face and then dimmed, his eyes barely visible and then lighting up again, still watching me. I… God, I just wanted to wrap myself around him and never let go. Screams and screeches went off around us, and my fingers tightened more inside his as I hovered over his mouth, letting my eyes fall closed. “Will,” I breathed out, the torture of the centimeters between us making my blood race. I took his hand and guided it under the bar as I tugged my dress up and slid his fingers up the inside of my leg. He exhaled hard, his nails immediately digging into my skin. I sucked in an excited breath, my clit throbbing, and I wanted him to keep going. Opening my eyes, I held his stare as he slid deeper between my thighs and I grew warm and wet the farther up he drifted. A werewolf caricature jumped out of the wall on the other side of Will, and I gasped, every inch of my skin on fire. His fingers peeled my panties away from my skin and dipped inside the fabric as I reached behind my back and unzipped the dress. I glided a hand around the back of his neck, leaning in and whispering again, “Will.” The doors in front of us opened, the room going dar...