Page 100 of Practice Makes Perfect
“Now,” I gasp against her. “Come with me, Em.”
As if my words were the trigger she was waiting for, she falls apart, her body convulsing as she cries out around me. The sensation of her moaning against my cock, combined with her coming, sends me hurtling over the edge.
My orgasm tears through me with an intensity that leaves me breathless, and Em swallows everything I give her, her throat working around me, prolonging my release.
Time seems to suspend as we ride the waves together, our bodies connected in the most intimate way possible. In this moment, there are no barriers between us—physical or emotional.
As the aftershocks fade, Em carefully moves off me, turning around to collapse by my side. We’re both breathing hard, covered in a light sheen of sweat, utterly spent.
We lie side by side for several minutes, catching our breath, the only sound in the room our gradually slowing heartbeats. Em’s head rests on my chest, her hair spilling across my skin like liquid silk. I trace patterns on her bare shoulder, still not quite believing what just happened between us.
“That was…” She trails off, apparently at a loss for words.
“Yeah,” I agree, because what else is there to say?
Phenomenal?
Mind-blowing?
Life-altering?
None of those seem adequate.
I can still taste her on my tongue, feel the echo of her body around mine. Something fundamental has shifted between us. What started as a simple arrangement has morphed into something vastly more complicated—and infinitely better.
I shift slightly, propping myself up on one elbow to look at her properly. Her lips are swollen from our kisses, her hair a magnificent mess, her skin still flushed. There’s a vulnerability in her eyes that makes my chest ache with tenderness.
Unable to resist, I lean down and capture her lips once more. She sighs into my mouth, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pulls me closer. I pour everything I’m feeling into that kiss—desire, affection, hope. The taste of both of us mingles on our tongues, somehow making the connection even more intimate.
I could stay here forever, wrapped up in her, forgetting the world exists.
Which is precisely when the world decides to remind us it’s still there.
A sharp, thunderous knock on the door makes us both jump.
“For the love of God, get a room!” Lea’s voice comes through muffled but unmistakably amused.
Em bursts into laughter against my chest, the vibration tickling my skin. “We did get a room,” she calls back. “This is literally a room.”
“You know what I mean!” Lea’s exasperation is palpable even through the door. “One that isn’t my boyfriend’s, where the entire hockey team can hear you!”
Em winces, burying her face in my shoulder. “Were we that loud?”
“Let’s just say you’ve got an impressive set of lungs,” I murmur, kissing the top of her head.
“You guys have thirty seconds before I’m sending in Maine with a camera,” Lea threatens.
Em shoots up, eyes wide with horror. “He wouldn’t.”
“He absolutely would,” I confirm, already reaching for my jeans.
Em slides off the bed, searching for her scattered clothes. I try to help, but mostly end up staring at her naked form in the dim light. The curve of her waist, the smooth line of her spine, the dimples at the small of her back—I want to memorize every inch of her.
“What?” she asks, catching me looking as she steps into her panties.
“Nothing,” I say, smiling as I button my shirt. “Just thinking how lucky I am.”
She rolls her eyes. “So lucky we’re about to do the walk of shame.”
