The Doctor (Nashville Neighborhood, #1)

by Nikki Sloane

“You want to know the first time I thought about you like this?” he asked quietly. His dick plunged and retreated endlessly, hitting a spot that made the rest of the world fade away. “When he took you to prom. The green dress you wore . . . You looked ten years older. After you left, I thought about all sorts of things. Bad things.” Pressure was building, bubbling under a lid, and dangerously close to release. I wanted to ask him about these thoughts, but his hand was over my lips, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to find my voice, either. My expression must have made it clear, because he kept going. “I was jealous of him.” Greg’s eyes were hesitant. This was something he was nervous to reveal. “I was so fucking jealous. I knew after the dance was over, he was the one who got to kiss you. Touch you. Put his hands up your skirt and find out if you were wearing anything underneath it or not.” Whoa. My moan bled through his fingers, and my head spun with even more lust. “Were you?” His tone was playful and seductive. I nodded underneath his hand. I’d worn a pair of black panties that were silk in the front and delicate lace in the back. He strived to match the tone, but it faltered a little. He both did and didn’t want to know. “Did he fuck you in that dress?” I slowly shook my head, keeping my eyes glued to his. Preston and I had barely messed around that night. We’d gone to an afterparty at Colin’s house, and Preston had so much to drink, he couldn’t keep it up later when I at...