Page 23 of The Good Girl (Nashville Neighborhood)

Where I didn’t care how I sounded or what I looked like.

I didn’t know how to feel about having an audience, especially one who’d undoubtedly seen this before with plenty of other partners. What if he compared me to them? What if I’d done it wrong, or I’d made a weird face, or—

Preston’s hands closed around the arms I’d banded tightly across my chest, and he gently eased them apart, not stopping until he had our fingers laced together in each hand. It was so comfortable, so intimate.

His warm, evaluating gaze slid across my body. “You okay? You look nervous.”

I swallowed thickly. “Nope, I’m fine.”

Except my voice was tight and my shoulders were tense, signaling I was lying, and he didn’t like that. He used his hold on me to pull me close. I’d expected him to kiss me, but instead he tilted his head and fitted his face into the crook of my neck.

“What’s going on?”

His gentle, hushed question was so unexpected, it nearly broke me. He wasn’t exactly known for being thoughtful or considerate, so to see this side of him was stunning.

“I don’t know,” I whispered. But I did know. “I’m embarrassed,” I admitted.

“Why?” His lips were just below my ear, and his hot breath tickled the loose hairs there. It made me shiver, but in a good way, and I was sure he knew he was the cause. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

I closed my eyes, enjoying what he’d said. Maybe he fed this line to all the girls he’d been with, but—shit—I wanted to believe it.

He unlaced our fingers, freeing his hands up so they could glide over my bare back. “I’ll have to get you to do that again.”

“What?”

“Make you come. I don’t mind doing it over and over again until you’re comfortable.”

He sounded so matter of fact about it.

I let out a short laugh that was mixed with disbelief. “It’s just that easy for you, huh?”

Because it hadn’t been for anyone else.

Only him.

“Apparently, it is.” His tone turned seductive. “And we’ve barely gotten started, Sydney.”

He had a point. Things had gotten hot and heavy between us, but weirdly we also hadn’t done much. Sure, I was topless, and he was hard between my legs, but most of our clothes were on and neither of our hands had strayed below the belt.

Plus, he’d said we weren’t having sex today.

His lips glanced across my skin, planting a series of kisses that threatened to make me weaker than I was already. My unfocused gaze turned to stare out the back windshield and I watched the rain as it fell, enjoying the sensation of his mouth while pleasure continued to buzz through my system.

But as good as it felt, I wanted to distract him from trying to get me to orgasm again so soon. It was his turn for that, wasn’t it?

When I attempted to slither out of his hold, for a moment he looked concerned and maybe a little disappointed I was disrupting his plans, but he said nothing. He was quiet as I pushed my shirt and bra onto the floor, climbed off, and sat beside him. Lust clouded his eyes when I set a hand on his chest and began to drag it downward.

A provocative smile bowed on his lips, and he asked it even when he already knew the answer. “What are you doing?”

My fingers glided down his stomach, inching toward his crotch and landing on his fly. “I want to touch you.”

He nudged my hand out of the way, quickly undoing the button and dropping his zipper. “Is that all?”

“I don’t know.” Heat coursed through my veins, making me feel bold. “Maybe . . . I’ll put it in my mouth too.”

“Fuck.” He let out a heavy breath, but his tone turned wicked. “You probably shouldn’t, though. A good girl like you? What would your parents think?”

My breath caught as I stared at him. His teasing question did something to me, and it intensified when he pulled open his pants and pushed both them and his underwear down off his hips.

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