Page 18 of The Good Girl Next Door

“You’re all I think about. You’re all Iwant,Pru.”

I squirm because I can’t help it. It’s all I can do in order to ease the tension wracking my body relentlessly. I try to lift my legs but I can’t move more than a few inches as Silas grabs me around my ankles, his thumb searing my skin as he strokes me. I never considered my Achilles tendon an erogenous zone, but Silas’s fingers are proving me wrong. I’m not sure there’s a single spot on my body that isn’t erogenous underneath his touch.

He could kiss my nose, and I’d fall apart. Bite my shoulder, and I’d shatter. One lick and I’d see the Big Bang.

My stomach plunges as I lean back onto my hands, trying to focus on his words but failing because his touch erases my ability to concentrate for more than a few seconds.

“What about my dad, Silas? He’ll kick you off the team.”

My tummy flutters spread everywhere as Silas smiles, and then kisses my knee, obliterating my tenuous grasp of the world around me.

I no longer care. All I want is Silas. And all he wants is me.

“I’ll pay any price to taste your lips, Pru. I thought hockey was my life, but I was wrong. You’reit. You’re my everything. And nothing in this world matters unless you’re mine.”

My brain clings to that single word like a life float, the only thing keeping me above water as my body sinks deeper and deeper into Silas's maelstrom.

My chest heaves as I mutter his name in a single exhale, my fingers finally feeling his hair as I tunnel my hand through it. Hot and wet and…

“I have your nickname.”

Dimpled smile. A single eyebrow rises. He wraps his hands around my calves and tugs.

“And what’s that, Pru?”

“Mine.”

I’m ready to dive in.

And as Silas’s lips graze my inner thigh, so is he.

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It’s beena week since I met Pru—the longest week in my entire life. Hours felt like days. Days felt like years. This week has felt like a century of torture because I couldn’t taste Pru’s lips.

I went to sleep with her on my mind—tossing and turning as the good girl next door tormented me. So close. So far. When sleep finally came, there she’d be.

And she wasn’t a good girl. Not my dream-Prudence. She shed her sweaters. Cast her books aside. She let her hair fall and taunted me with her body and explored every inch of mine with her tongue.

Waking up was the worst part. Gasping and reaching for her. I’d close my eyes hoping for another brush of her lips. Another look at those curves. One. Last. Taste.

But it never came.

I’d roll out of bed and stare at her window, hoping she’d grace me with a single look. Something that would last me throughout practice until I’d see her at the library.

But it was never enough. It willneverbe enough. Nothing will be until Prudence Parker is mine. And now that she’s given me the green light—she’ll see the lengths I’ll go to keep her.

I’m never letting my Pru go.

“Say it again,” I growl into her thigh, teeth grazing her skin as I finally taste her. “Tell me, Pru.”

I drag my lips across her thigh, rubbing my face across her like I’m a wild animal marking my territory.

Do. Not. FUCKING TOUCH.

I drag my tongue across her flaring goosebumps before tracing them beneath my fingers like I’m reading Braille—a single word repeated over and over again.

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