Free Hard To Handle (Teach Me Book 2) by RC Boldt

him, her hair draping their faces. “You feel so good … so hard inside of me.”
    His hips thrust up as she slid back down over him. They continued this tempo, his upward thrusts simultaneous with her pressing down onto him. He pushed as deep as possible, filling her with his hard cock.
    “You’re so tight, Laney. Fuck, you feel so good around my cock,” he gasped against her lips. God, this man turned her on, his words so delicious and dirty. His hands moved to grip the sides of her hips and pull her down into his upward thrusts, tempo increasing as both of them neared their orgasm.
    “I want you to come,” his gravelly voice was filled with heat, “all over my cock.”
    His words set her off and she felt herself tighten as she rode him, her inner muscles contracting around him as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her. She vaguely heard him give a loud grunt following two more hard, deep thrusts. She slumped across his body, exhausted, limp-bodied. The light caress of his fingertips on her back startled her.
    That was oddly kind of … intimate.
    Raising up on her arms, his sated eyes met hers. A jolt of pride ran through her at the fact that she was the one to put that look there.
    What the hell is that about?
    Steeling herself, she tried to speak nonchalantly. “I guess I’d better head home.”
    An eyebrow rose while the corners of his lips quirked. “You think so?”
    “Yeah.” She nodded, trying to convince herself since, deep down, it was the last thing she wanted. Hell, the guy was still inside of her for crying out loud.
    “Too bad.” He spoke the words a split second before flipping her over onto her back. Disposing of the condom, he came to lie beside her with his head propped on his arm, staring down at her. His gaze radiated warmth, unlike the way he normally looked at her. This look of warmth—with a shade of tenderness—made her feel antsy and uncomfortable.
    “I’m not done with you just yet.”
    Her forehead wrinkled. “Oh? What if I’m done with you?”
    Something flashed across his face, but before she could decipher it, it was replaced with a cocky smirk. “Something tells me you’re not.” His fingertips began making swirl patterns along her chest and down her stomach, causing tiny shivers, her nipples puckering in the wake.
    “Really? And what tells you that?” she asked with far more bravado than she felt, eyes at odds with her words as they grew hazy with lust.
    Zach flashed her a naughty grin as he slid a finger inside of her, his eyes lighting up at her gasp. Leaning down to press a kiss to her nipple, he whispered, “That’s what tells me.”

C HAPTER E LEVEN
    Z ACH AWOKE AT THE FIRST sign of dawn breaking through the blinds of his bedroom windows. He lowered his gaze to the owner whose body was half-draped over him, palm over the center of his chest, one leg thrown over his.
    Well, well, well. Look who’s a sprawler in their sleep .
    He smiled down at Laney lying on her stomach, breathing deeply. Her hair was draped across the pillow, a single lock lying over her cheek. Gently, he brushed the hair back from her face, his fingertips lightly caressing the silky softness of her cheek, watching as a tiny smile formed on her lips. Carefully, so as not to rouse her, he placed his hand on top of the one she had laid upon his chest, right over his heart.
    Closing his eyes with a low exhale, he whispered in the silence, “Finally.”
    Then, Zach slowly extricated himself from her and went to start on breakfast.
    This occasion called for his famous omelets.
    * * *
    The smell of coffee mixed with the awareness of not being in her own bed woke Laney. Rubbing her hands over her eyes with a moan, she scanned her surroundings. Good God, where was she? Then it all came back to her.
    Pure panic engulfed her. Mayday, mayday, mayday! She was in Zach’s bed. And, oh wait, it got worse.
    Laney peered down at her completely naked body in disbelief and betrayal. She had slept with him