Page 40 of Spring Break with a Slap Shot

It falls away, and I'm treated to the sight of her perfect breasts, small and firm with dusky pink nipples hardened from cold or arousal or both. I bend to take one in my mouth, and she gasps, her hands clutching my hair.

"Dakota," she breathes, my name a prayer on her lips.

We wrestle with the rest of our clothes in the confined space, elbows knocking against windows, knees bumping the seats. It should be awkward – it is awkward – but we're laughing between kisses, cursing under our breath. I nearly knee her in the stomach trying to get my jeans off, and she snorts with laughter before helping me. Her practical pants come off easier, revealing simple cotton underwear that somehow turns me on more than any lace or satin ever has.

"Wait," she says when we're both down to our underwear. She reaches for her purse in the front seat, fishing out a condom. Always prepared, my meteorologist.

"Thank fuck," I breathe. "Or should I say, now we can fuck."

She rolls her eyes but smiles. "Such a poet, Miles."

I hook my fingers in her underwear, dragging them down her legs. She does the same to my boxers, her eyes widening slightly at what she unveils. Yeah, I've heard the joke a thousand times – Dakota "Lucky" Miles is lucky in more ways than one.

But when Harmony looks at me, I don't feel like the team's fuck boy. I feel seen in a way I never have before.

The car windows are completely fogged now, creating our own private world as the storm rages outside. I pull her onto my lap, her knees on either side of my thighs. The position puts us face-to-face, her eyes level with mine.

"You sure about this?" I ask, needing to hear it.

"I've never been more sure of anything," she says, and then she's sinking down onto me, taking me inside her inch by excruciating inch.

We both gasp as she bottoms out. Her forehead falls against mine, our breath mingling. For a moment, we just stay like that, connected, adjusting. Then she begins to move.

I've had sex in plenty of awkward places – locker room showers, equipment closets, even once in the penalty box after hours – but nothing has ever felt like this. The storm outside matches the one building inside me as Harmony rides me, her hands braced on my shoulders, her curls wild around her face. I grip her hips, guiding her movements, meeting her thrust for thrust.

"Fuck, Harm," I groan. "You feel amazing."

She makes a sound somewhere between a moan and a laugh. "Is that – ah – your scientific assessment?"

Even during sex, she's a smartass. I love it. I love her.

The thought hits me like a body check, knocking the wind out of me. But I don't have time to panic because Harmony is picking up pace, her breathing becoming erratic, her eyes losing focus.

"Dakota," she gasps. "I'm close."

I slip a hand between us, finding her center, circling with my thumb. Her head falls back, exposing the elegant line of her throat, and I can't resist leaning forward to taste her pulse point.

"Come for me," I murmur against her skin. "Let go, Harm."

She shatters around me, her inner muscles clenching, her body trembling. The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into oblivion, holding her tight against me as pleasure crashes through my body.

"I love you," she says, the words tumbling out as she comes down from her high.

"I love you," I say at the exact same moment.

We freeze, staring at each other in shock. Then we both start laughing, the kind of giddy, breathless laughter that comes after great sex and unexpected confessions.

"Did we just–" she starts.

"Say I love you during sex?" I finish. "Yeah, we did. Very original of us."

She smacks my chest lightly, but she's smiling. "Did you mean it?"

The vulnerable question sobers me. I cup her face, making sure she's looking directly into my eyes. "Every word. I loveyou, Harmony Baker. Even though you're a know-it-all with a weather fetish who corrects my grammar."

"I love you too," she says softly. "Even though you're a cocky jock with the emotional maturity of a teaspoon who uses 'ladies' as a greeting."

"Ouch," I laugh. "But fair."

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