Delayed Penalty (Crossing the Line, #1)(61)

My stomach trembled as she trailed her tongue along my hip, following the path with the tip of her finger. I could tell she was scared, not knowing what to do, and it made me feel a little better to think this might have been her first time doing this. I liked to think it was.

She wrapped her fingers around me first, giving me a few lengthy strokes, and then looked up at me. My eyes locked with hers, wanting to let her know with that one look how unbelievably sexy she was.

Then she went for it. She closed her eyes and lowered her mouth onto me.

I must have said something, a few things at least, but I couldn't remember anything other than a few choking gasps. It'd been a while since I had a girl's mouth on me like that, and goddamn if it wasn't everything I had dreamed about and missed.

She ran her fingers over my thighs, pressing the tips firmly against the hard muscles that were clenched tightly with passion.

My hips thrust slightly of their own volition. She took me deeper, pausing for only a moment to adjust her angle, and then moved back slightly so she had more room. I briefly thought maybe we should move to my bed, but I didn't want her to stop.

My hands that were behind my head moved to her hair, gripping it slightly. She made a whimper.

"This okay?" I grunted, trying not to pull on her hair too much. Other girls would tell me to pull as hard as I could. Ami was different.

"Mmhmm," she hummed in approval, taking me deeper.

My hands remained in her hair, not pushing or forcing, just simply setting the pace. I tried to warn her after a minute. Ami didn't seem like the kind of girl that would want that in her mouth, but as always, she surprised me and smacked my hands away.

Who was I to challenge her?

When she finished, I had to repay the favor a few times. We went at it like that for hours, always trying to one up the other. I wondered where Ami learned how to do the things she was doing, the things she was so f*cking good at, but then I had to shake those thoughts away. There was no f*cking way I wanted details.

I was at the point where I couldn't get enough of her, and I was ready to drop the gloves if she was willing to dance.





Dropping the gloves – This is an act by a player indicating to the opponent he's ready to fight.




"You pissed on the side of the building because your drink wasn't strong enough. That's a douche move and you know it," I explained to Leo. "I liked that place and now we can't go back because we will always be known as the hockey players who pissed on the building."

"Well, it was justified in my mind." Leo took a shot at the goal during warm-ups.

"Your drunk mind maybe," Travis added, circling around to get back in line for his next shot. I pointed at him, nodding my head as if he had the correct answer.

Travis looked over at me when Leo skated away. "Hey, man, you f*ck that girl yet?"

I glared. "Stop asking. What happened to you last night?"

"I ended up naked in the lobby wearing red hooker boots."

"Good night?" I said, trying to control my laughter.

He surprised me when he nodded. "Fucking awesome night."

"What happened to Remy after I left?"

"Ah, man," Travis groaned, leaning on his stick. "That f*cker left with that Kari chick that was all over him. Turns out he bagged both her and the one with the black dress…together."

"No shit."

"Shit."

Remy was a douche to women, but f*ck if they didn't love him. They knew it from the start, maybe even liked it a little, and they accepted him for what he was: a whore. I wasn't like that, though, and I didn't talk about girls like this. They did.

"My dick was red," Remy said, hearing most of our conversation and needing to add his own details. "I'm guessing one of them might have been a virgin."

"Probably the one with the black dress…Laura?" Leo suggested. "Anyway, she looked like she hadn't been cherry picking yet."

"I guess so." Remy shrugged, his attention turning to the sound of the whistle. Drills were beginning. "Either that or I was f*ckin' a chick with issues."

After practice, I had plans to take Ami to dinner before we started the next series and I left for San Jose. This time she was coming with me. Just like I'd asked her to move in with me, I asked her to come on the road with me.

I'd never been in love, but I started to look at my symptoms.

The mention of her name made my stomach tighten? Check.

Heart beating like a f*cking girl? Check.

Any skin revealed and I'm hard? Check.

Watching her sleep like a goddamn stalker? Check.

Wanting to know everything about her and what makes her smile? Wanting to be the reason for the smile? Yep. Big f*cking checks all around.

Fuck. I was in love.

My dad once told me that you knew you were in love with a girl when you would do anything for her. You'd be willing to change your life for her and would do anything she asked you to.

He also said you'd know they loved you if they never asked you to change your life or anything else.

With Ami it was so much more than that and had been since the beginning, before either one of us knew what was happening. I would do anything for her. She knew that.

Sometimes I wondered when this had happened. When did I become so focused on this girl that nothing else mattered? Was it when I found her? When she opened her eyes? When I kissed her?