Remember When (Teach Me Book 3)

by RC Boldt

  “Oh?” Her eyebrows raised nearly to her forehead, challenging him. “So you wouldn’t skip with me if I asked you to?” Tate bit the inside of her cheek in an effort to restrain a smile, watching a myriad of expressions pass over Miller’s face before he finally answered.

  Bringing his body flush against hers, arms propping himself above her, his eyes traced over her features in a caress. “I don’t know that there’s much of anything I wouldn’t do for you if you asked.”

  And, hell if her heart didn’t just leap right then and there as if to say, “I’m with this guy. I’ve always been with this guy.”

  Instead of offering a verbal response, she slid a hand to the nape of his neck, bringing his lips to hers. She poured everything into the kiss, lips moving over his feverishly. He broke their kiss when she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him, reveling in his sharp intake of breath.

  She whispered against his lips, “I need you.”

  Never before had she seen anyone move so fast, ripping open a condom and rolling it on in one fluid motion. Pressing the tip against her opening, Tate watched as he pushed inside, slowly, working his hard length inside of her. He was so big that she felt the stretch, relishing the feel of her body working to accept his cock.

  “You feel so good, T.” His voice was guttural as his own eyes focused on where their bodies were joined, sliding in only to pull out slightly, working himself deeper until he was finally buried to the hilt. That was when he stilled.

  “Miller.” She felt so deliciously full, but if he didn’t move, she was going to seriously hurt the man. “You need to—” Her words were cut off when Miller moved, sliding nearly all the way out before thrusting deep.

  “To do this? Is that what you need?” He whispered the words in her ear as he began to thrust in and out with aching slowness. He ran his teeth against her earlobe, giving it a tiny nip before soothing it with his tongue, sending shivers through her.

  Tate grabbed his firm ass, arching her body into his. “I need more …”

  Miller slid one hand down her right thigh, running his palm around to the underside before lifting her leg up, sliding it to rest upon his shoulder. Thank God she was a yogi. All those deep stretching yoga poses had clearly paid off.

  And, holy hell. She swore Miller was even deeper inside of her now. She hadn’t thought it possible, but with her leg up between their bodies, he was so snug inside of her. And the way his pelvis rubbed against her, creating a delicious friction against her clit, she knew she wouldn’t be able to last long.

  “You’re getting tighter.” Miller’s words were harsh, throaty as he thrust inside of her. “You feel so … fucking … good.”

  His words seemed to set her off, feeling the pulse of her inner muscles contracting around Miller’s cock as he drove in and out of her. “Miller.” His name was spoken in a whimper as the waves of pleasure spread through her.

  His thrusts became more frantic before he found his own release, spilling inside of her. Resting his forehead to hers for a moment, only the sound of their harsh breathing surrounding them, he rolled off of her to dispose of the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed. Watching him as he sat at the edge of the bed with his back to her, she suddenly felt nervousness and uncertainty wash over her.

  Would he leave now? Just be like, “Hey, thanks for the super hot sex. Peace out.”? Because, Tate wasn’t sure how this—whatever this had been—was supposed to work. Their chemistry had always been on the explosive end of the spectrum and there was no way she could deny that they had burned even hotter tonight than ever before. Forget the three-alarm fire rating; this had been more like a five-alarm fire. It had been far more intense, had left her feeling singed from the way they had moved together. Even now, she was getting hot and bothered recalling what had transpired less than a minute prior.

  “Um, so I guess you’re … heading on out,” Tate spoke in a low tone, words not coming out like a question, assuming Miller was attempting to find a way to casually make his escape.

  His head whipped around to stare at her, eyes watchful and wary. “You want me to head out?”

  She held his gaze for a long moment before deciding to be honest. What the hell? Let the chips fall where they may. “No.”

  One corner of his lips tilted up. “No?” His tone was hopeful.

  She felt the urge to smile. “No,” she repeated softly.

  “Good. Because I’ll have you know, we’ve got,” he paused to reach over and grab the strip of condoms Laney had stashed in her clutch before saying, “eight more rounds to go.”

  She snorted a laugh. “I won’t be able to walk if we go eight more rounds tonight.”

  His blue eyes twinkled with amusement. “And that’s a bad thing how?”

  Letting out a groan, she threw an arm over her eyes. “Seriously. Typical man.”

  She felt the bed shift as he lay beside her, reaching out to grasp her hand, removing it from her eyes and placing it on his hardening—was this man a freaking machine?—cock. With a smug smile, he said, “Oh, there’s nothing typical about me, Donnelly.”

  Pressing her lips together to restrain a smile, she looked up at him with an expression of mock doubtfulness. “Mmmm. I’m not really buying it, Vaughn.”

  One eyebrow quirked, his hand closing around the one she had wrapped around him. He began working her hand over his hardness and she felt him grow beneath her grasp.

  “Still doubtful?” His eyes held hers as he dipped his head to her breast, tongue darting out to flick her hardened nipple.

  Doing her best to feign boredom, she answered drily, “Extremely.”

  “Then, you’d better get ready.” He reached over to rip off a condom packet from the strip, opening it and sliding it on. Leaning close, lips brushing hers as he spoke, he said, “It’s go time.”

  She gave him a saucy grin. “Bring it.”

  And, oh, Miller brought it.

  Many, many times.

  Tate,

  Shit. Why am I doing this to myself? I went home last night with someone I met at the bar. She had the same shade of blonde hair as you, was petite like you. It made me miss you, want to be with you. I’m a shithead, I know. I shouldn’t have gone home with her for those reasons. And, this morning, when I woke up next to her, saw her in the light of day, I thought I would puke. Because a part of me, deep down, wanted it to be you.

  You’ve got this damn pull on me. Like you’re a part of my soul. God, I wish you’d fucking let me go.

  M.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  TATE HAD JUST GOTTEN OUT of the shower when she heard her phone ringing from where she had tossed it onto the top of her dresser. She had taught a hot yoga class after work and had been sufficiently sweaty afterward, desperately needing a shower. Wrapping the towel around herself, she padded over to her dresser to pick up her phone. The name on the caller ID brought a smile to her face.

  “Hey.”

  “What are you up to right now, Donnelly?” Miller’s deep voice asked.

  “Um, I just got out of the shower,” she answered carefully.

  “Feel like sushi?”

  “I’m not dressed, but if you give me a few minutes, I could be ready pretty quick.”

  There was a pause before he asked, voice a bit husky, “Why don’t you just open your front door?”

  Brows furrowed, she walked down the hall to her door. Opening it cautiously, hiding her towel-clad body from view, she saw Miller standing before her, a large, heavy looking plastic bag dangling from his hands.

  He gestured to the bag. “Hoped you’d be hungry enough to let me join you for dinner.”

  Was there a hint of nervousness in his voice?

  No. That couldn’t be. This was Miller Vaughn, after all.

  “Uh, sure.” She opened the door wide enough for him to slip through and closed it quickly behind him, locking it. As she turned to face him, about to thank him for surprising her with sushi for dinner, she was startled to find him in
such close proximity.

  Looking up at him, an intense expression upon his face, she watched as he laid the bag of food upon the entryway table beside them. Taking a small step toward her, backing her up against the door, he ducked his head to press his lips to the side of her bare neck, hands gripping her hips.

  “You smell so damn good.” She heard him inhale deeply before pressing a quick kiss to her collarbone.

  “Did you just sniff me, Vaughn?”

  She felt more than heard him give a huff against her skin. “Damn straight. You smell good enough to eat.” His tongue darted out to trace the outline of her collarbone, sending shivers running through her. “Like mangos.”

  Leaning her head against the door, her eyes fell closed and she smiled. “You like my bodywash that much, huh?”

  “I love it.” Miller’s hot breath brushed against her skin as he spoke.

  “I love it.”

  Those words were so close—so achingly close—to what a part of her wished to hear him say. Because, deep down, there was a miniscule part of her heart which wanted that “it” to be changed to “you”. For him to actually utter, “I love you.”

  Okay, yeah. That bit about the miniscule part of her heart wanting it? That was actually a lie. Her whole heart wanted it.

  But did Miller?

  “Stop thinking so much.” The words were mumbled as he pressed a trail of kisses along the column of throat. She felt him smile against her skin. “I can practically hear the gears grinding.”

  Her response was breathy. “It’s hard not to, sometimes.”

  His teeth softly abraded the skin of her shoulder. “It’s not hard, T.” Another gentle nip. “I can show you what is hard, though.”

  He took one of her hands from where it was fisted against the door, bringing it to the front of his khaki shorts. His thumb worked her clenched fingers apart to press the flat palm of her hand against the hardened ridge of his cock. They both let out a small moan at the contact, and when she gripped him through his shorts, she felt heat spread through her own core, flames licking at her.

  “Tate,” Miller breathed out, trailing hot kisses as he worked a path to the top of where her towel was knotted above her chest. When one large hand slid beneath the bottom of it and up one smooth thigh, she heard his intake of breath as his fingers discovered her extremely wet arousal.

  “Miller.” His name came out as part moan-part whisper as two of his long, tapered fingers slid in and out of her in maddening fashion.

  “I love how wet you get for me,” he breathed against her skin, his other hand toying with the top of her towel. “How mad would you be if I pulled this off of you right now?”

  She tilted her head, fixing her heavy-lidded gaze on him. “Depends. Are you planning on making me forget that it’s off?”

  His eyes met hers, lips curving slightly. “Oh, Donnelly.” The fingers inside of her thrust deep, a gasp falling from her lips. “I plan on making you forget your own name.”

  “Mmmm,” she mused, attempting to appear indifferent but knew that the slight heaving of her chest gave her away. “We’ll see if you succeed.”

  “I believe the gauntlet has just been thrown.” His eyes were alit with both amusement and arousal.

  Tate closed the distance, bringing her lips to his own. “You’d better bring your ‘A’ game, Vaughn.”

  * * *

  Had he ever had so much fun during foreplay? The answer to that question was an adamant Hell no. At least, not since Tate Donnelly.

  And, now that she was back in his life and back in his arms, things seemed to fall into place. Foreplay, sex … hell, everything was fun with her.

  He took her mouth in a kiss, tongue sliding inside, thoroughly tasting her. Giving her towel a firm tug, he groaned at the access it granted him, grazing his palms over her breasts. Between the feel of her taut nipples and the way she was caressing him through his pants—wait, because now she had quickly unfastened his khaki shorts, her soft fingers wrapping around him in a firm grasp—nearly made him lose his mind.

  “Tate,” he breathed against her lips, pressing into her touch, allowing her to work him with her hand. Shit. She was going to have him coming just like this if he allowed her to continue.

  Pressing his forehead against hers, eyes closed as he attempted to maintain some vestige of control, his voice was gritty to his own ears when he said, “If you have any issues with being taken against your front door, you need to say so. Now.”

  Shifting slightly to her toes, she placed her lips where his earlobe met his neck, giving it the tiniest nip before soothing it with her tongue. And, sweet Jesus, if that didn’t send a surge of lust running through his veins, making his cock even harder.

  He didn’t think he’d ever moved so fast in his life, hurriedly pulling a condom from his wallet before shucking his clothes to fall in a heap at their feet, rolling the condom over his nearly painfully hard cock.

  “That was … impressive.” Tate looked up at him with eyes showcasing lust mixed with amusement.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He lifted her slight form up against the door, placing the tip of his cock at her entrance before pushing inside in an achingly slow manner. Watching as Tate arched against him, eyes closed and lips parted as he began thrusting in and out of her hot, tight body, he didn’t think he could ever tire of this view. Of pleasing Tate. Of loving her body.

  Of loving Tate Donnelly.

  Because, the truth of the matter was, he wasn’t entirely sure he’d ever really stopped.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  “GET IN HERE ALREADY! WE’VE been waiting on you forever …” Laney dragged out the last word dramatically.

  “Or five minutes,” Raine added drily as she finished setting out the dinner plates upon the table at Momma K.’s.

  It was their designated Sunday dinner night at Laney and Foster’s mother’s home and Laney had wanted some extra girl time with her and Raine. She had asked—okay, well, it was more like demanded—they arrive earlier than the others to catch up. Because, apparently, they needed a “Miller Update”.

  “We need you to fill us in on everything. Stat.” Laney looked at her expectantly, sliding into one of the chairs at the large table. She and Raine followed suit.

  Raine leaned her chin on her hand. “Things have been so crazy at work with end of the quarter testing that we haven’t been able to really catch up. So, tell us.” She raised her eyebrows expectantly. “Did things get all lusty and hot between you two?”

  “All I’ve got to go on was what Raine told me she walked in on outside Shenanigans.” Laney continued with a smug smile, “And what she said made it sound like things were really heating up.”

  “Yeah, well, it started out in the possessive, lusty category.”

  “Oooh! Jealousy.” Laney nodded, trading a knowing look with Raine. “Yep. That’ll do it every time.”

  “So why do I sense some hesitation on your part?” Raine asked before a look crossed her face. “Wait! Was it … unpleasant?” she asked hesitantly.

  “Did his fingers try to find your stomach through your vagina?” Laney asked. Tate and Raine stared at their friend in horror.

  “What?” Laney replied with a casual shrug of her shoulders. “We’ve all been there. You know, the guy who thinks he’s playing you like Mozart played the piano and, instead, you’re convinced he’s trying to kill you from the inside.”

  Raine groaned, covering her face in dismay. “Oh. My. God.”

  Laney shuddered. “I still have nightmares about that one guy.”

  “Anyway.” Raine shot a pointed look at Laney before turning back to her. “So, that started things off? And?”

  Tate took a deep breath. “And we went home and he was …” She trailed off, unsure of what to say.

  “Amazingly delicious in bed?” Raine supplied.

  She felt a blush creep across her cheeks. “Yes.”

  “And was there talk about anything else?”

/>   “Like what?”

  Laney piped up, “Like did he say, ‘Oh, Tate, now that we’re together again we can get married and live happily ever after.’”

  She shot her friend a look. “Um, let me think. No.”

  “Really?” Raine sounded disappointed.

  “Really.”

  “Huh.” Her friends exchanged a look.

  She narrowed her gaze on them. “What’s the ‘huh’ about?”

  Laney leaned in to the table. “Just that we’re waiting for it.”

  “Waiting for it?”

  “Yep. You know, waiting for him to declare his undying love for you.”

  Tate made a face. “I don’t really think …”

  “Tate,” Raine spoke, her tone gentle, “do you really not think that you two are meant to be together? I mean,” she waved her hand, “after all this time, you both have held on to these intense feelings. Now that you’ve gotten squared away with what tore you apart, you can move on. Together.”

  She rolled her lips inward with a wince. “I don’t know that he feels … that he wants to get serious with me.” One shoulder lifted in a small shrug. “I don’t know that he really wants to be with me other than for the …”

  “Hot sex?” Laney supplied.

  “Yeah. That.”

  Raine’s green eyes maintained their intense focus upon Tate, making her feel like her friend saw too much. “Do you want more with him?”

  There was a brief pause before she answered in barely a whisper, “I want that more than anything.” I want that more than anything, but I’m so—

  “But?” Raine’s question cut off her thoughts.

  She took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly. “I’m scared. Because of what happened before. I know,” she held up a hand when her friends were about to speak, “I know it was years ago and my mind recognizes that it wasn’t his fault for what happened. But, my heart … well, my heart still remembers how much he hurt me.”

  The three of them sat in silence at the table for a long moment before Laney finally spoke.