Hard To Handle (Book 2 of the Teach Me series) by RC Boldt
Date of Publication: February 2, 2016
RC Boldt's Teach Me series gives us a closer look at just how thin the line is between love and hate Fifth grade social studies teacher, Laney Kavanaugh, is no stranger to being left behind her father taught her that at a young age. That's why she always has her eyes wide open when it comes to men. She's determined she will never again be the one left behind. She doesn't let sex blur what they're really doing; it's always just sex. Until Zach. Zachariah Mayson, fifth grade writing and English teacher, has been the bane of Laney's existence from the moment they met at their shared elementary school. She can't stand him. He gets under her skin like no other and is always utterly obnoxious in his attemptsand successes in getting a rise out of her. Until the wedding. The night of their friends' wedding, Laney gives in to a moment of melancholy, knowing she'll never be able to let her guard down enough to let a guy close, let alone someday get married. She and Zach end up having the hottest night she'd ever experienced, showing her another side of him, a softer, sweeter one he'd hidden from her until now. Because now, he hoped she was finally ready to "see" him. But when you've always guarded yourself against falling in love, can you let go of the past in order to embrace the future?
RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the coast of North Carolina but dreams of relocating to a tropical island. When she's not writing, she can be found daydreaming of relocating to a tropical island, at the beach, going running with her family (and contemplating *gently* tossing her daughter out of the jogging stroller to reduce weight resistance), singing karaoke, harassing her husband or relaxing with a good book. And, let's be honest. Most of those activities listed probably include wine or a good microbrew. Except for the running. In that case, the drinks come afterward. :)
What the hell do you" He stopped mid-rant as his eyes fell on who was standing on his doorstep.
Laney looked mad as hell and never more beautiful. With anger flashing in her hazel eyes and lips pressed thin, red and kissable. And that dress she wore? Oh, hell. It had taunted him the entire time they had been at The Turtle. Just for the simple fact that it accentuated the curves on the body he'd had his hands on, mouth on, lips on just a few days prior.
"What the hell do I want, you ask?" she snarled at him as she shoved past him to enter the house, pushing the door shut behind her with a loud thunk. "Oh, I'm so glad you asked. I want to know what the hell was with that gift. The one you shoved at me." Her volume increased, her words forceful, demanding. "Why did you give me that gift?"
She was upset because he gave her a nice gift? Fuck that.
"Because it made me think of you!" he practically screamed. He watched Laney's eyes go wide, lips parting in shock or disbelief, he wasn't sure which. They stood there, staring at each other, fiery gazes clashing.
He wasn't sure who moved first, but one minute they were having their angry standoff and the next, their bodies collided, lips meeting in a kiss filled with a fierceness, tongues warring. Knocking into the wall before he righted them as they pulled off articles of clothing, they made their way down the hallway to his room. Leaving a trail of her flip flops, sweater, dress, panties, bra, and his pants in their wake, they made it to his bedroom.
Zach pulled his lips from hers. "Just one night, again, Kavanaugh?" He heard the slight bite in his tone.
Her eyes searching his, she quietly answered, "Just one night. Again."
Hearing her repeat the words, he felt like there was a massive weight on his chest, making it difficult to breath.
Oh, he would give her one night, all right.
His mouth slammed down on hers, devouring her, tasting her deeply. Having her curves pressed against him made him nearly weak in the knees at how right it felt to have her in his arms.
It's only for one more night.
Those words haunted him and he slid his fingers into her hair, tugging her head back to tilt it, moving his lips to her throat.