Delayed Penalty (Crossing the Line, #1)(58)

"Are you sure?" My breath and words shook hoping that she understood.

"Yes."

"There's no going back. You know that, right?" I didn't have the intention of having sex with her right then. But…it was heading that way, and this time, by the look in her eyes, I didn't want to stop. Not this time.

Ami swallowed and spoke the only truth I knew, "There never was."

My breath was heavy on her cheek, my chest rising and falling quickly just like hers. We knew what this would change.

When I turned my head back to hers, her eyes were dark and passionate, causing the breath to catch in my throat in anticipation. We were actually about to do this. I didn't wait and leaned forward, hungrily possessing her mouth with mine.

My hands moved to her face and then around her neck until my fingers wrapped in her hair, combing through the strands and possessively wrapping around her. I could feel the raised bumps from where her scar was on her scalp, but this time it didn't send that sharp pain to my gut. This time I was too caught up in what was about to happen.

I was about to take something from this girl, and she was giving it to me, willingly. She wanted me to be that guy for her. It wasn't hard to see that I had reservations with being physical with Ami for a while. Now wasn't any different, but I saw her, felt her, and heard her. She wanted this. She needed it, if that made sense. For a long time, I couldn't make myself make a goddamn move. Now, I guess I needed to. I needed it for reasons I didn't even know or understand. I needed to make a move because this wasn't just about me. It was just as much about this girl and us together. Give and take, right?

Her body started shaking, and that was when I stopped. Maybe I had been wrong in my assessments. It wouldn't have been the first time.

"Ami, honey, what's wrong?" I asked, my hand smoothing her hair from her face as my eyes, deep with desire, began to fill with concern. She didn't seem okay with this.

Maybe it was too much, too soon, too something. Pushing my weight to one side, I looked down at her waiting for an answer.

"Nothing," she insisted, trying to shake her fear away, and reached up to pull me back down against her.

"Talk to me," I urged, my body still as I hovered over her.

"I'm scared," she whispered, lacking the confidence in her tone that I was looking for. It was more than that. She was terrified of this. Wanting to do it and actually doing it was completely different for girls. I understood that early on.

Ami wanted this, but she was terrified of how she would feel.

"I'm just…" Her small voice against my shoulder faded. I tried to get her to look at me, but she wouldn't or maybe she couldn't?

"Just what?" I pressed when she still wouldn't look at me, my voice full of patience and understanding should she decide she didn't want to do this.

"Nervous." Ami shifted, her pelvis moving against mine, and f*ck if I didn't want to move too, just a little. Shit. I had to squeeze my eyes shut as she continued, "Scared. Not scared of you," she insisted, kind of rambling. "I don't know. This is different. I know that, but I'm scared. Scared that it won't be the same after this. No longer exciting or new."

"Ami, stop," I interrupted, rolling us over to lie on our sides. I had to switch positions. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm not going anywhere. We don't have to do this. If you're not ready, we won't. As long as you need, I'll wait for you. It's more than sex for me. Yeah..." I motioned to my still straining erection against her thigh. "...sex is on my mind a lot, but we'll get there eventually. It doesn't have to be tonight."

She lay there next to me, staring deeply into my eyes. Then she kissed me. It wasn't a let's do something else kiss either. It was let's do it kiss.

Then I panicked. "Ami..." I panted, out of breath when she reached below to grasp me, "...we don't have to do this."

"We're not. I'm not ready, but I'm ready for something more. Something I've never done."

My mouth turned up with a wicked grin, and I flipped her onto her back. "There's a lot you haven't done. And a lot I want to do to you." I winked, letting her feel my weight again.

Between my words and my touch, I was sure she was lost, and that fear was gone when she unleashed a moan at the sensation.

When my fingers moved lower and over a territory I had never been with her, she parted her legs until my hand was flat over her. I gasped, unprepared for what that would feel like. Yeah, moments ago we were just about to have sex, but this seemed much more intimate.

"Jesus, Ami," I gasped as my fingers began stroking her gently.

She cried out, not from pain, but pleasure, her hands fisting my sheets. The passionate raspy tone to her voice made me want more.

My fingers were poised at her entrance, wet, gently easing into her. I moved slowly, allowing her to adjust before I moved. The constant probing and my thumb in just the right spot firmly rubbing circles caused her hips to move with me.

"Does it feel good?" I grunted, continuing to move my fingers inside of her in a steady pace. She didn't answer, only nodded, moaning softly.

"Come on my fingers, honey. I wanna know I'm the only one that's ever touched you like this, made you feel like this," I urged, curling my fingers inside her in such a way that her body arched.