02 Unforgivable - Untouchable by Lindsay Delagair

finally confessed he didn’t want to wait any longer and asked, if I was ready, could he take me to the bedroom?
    “Yes, Micah,” I whispered, “I’m ready. Make love to me, baby.” I looked into those eyes and knew there was no turning back now. He was holding me to his chest as he carried me to the bed. The moonlit Atlantic sparkled beyond the large glass doors leading out to our balcony. I had two candles burning, but otherwise the room was dim.
    He kissed me long and deep when he laid me back on the bed. His hands, hands that had always been careful not to be sexual, hands that had not caressed my breasts, nor inner thighs began to command my body. My back arched with need as he slipped the straps from my shoulders, kissing the places as he exposed them. His hot mouth suddenly suckling and caressing my breasts, and I felt all semblances of my control erode as I began to beg for him, to experience him, to give all I had to him.
    His hands stopped as they gripped the sides of my panties, and he looked at me. I was lost somewhere in a place of tremendous need as I returned the gaze and begged him not to stop. I never expected him to kiss and caress what he was uncovering, but it was the most unique sensation I’d ever experienced as his mouth buried against the center of my desire.
    I pulled away from him, sliding upward into the bed with what must have been a look of fright on my face.
    “Are you okay, Leese? Did I do something wrong?” he whispered.
    “I’ve never felt this way, Micah,” I choked out. “I’m scared.”
    “I just thought you’d like to get off before—”
    “Get off what?” I was down to bare skin; there wasn’t anything else to remove.
    His head cocked sideways as he pulled himself up to look into my eyes, “Leese, I know you’ve never had sex, but you’ve gotten off before—the shower in the bungalow, you…” An unusual look spread across his face. “All you did was take a shower?”
    “What else would I do in the shower?”
    “No wonder it didn’t help you,” he whispered, kissing the tip of my nose. “You’ve never had an orgasm? Baby, I didn’t know you were that virgin.”
    All I knew was that an orgasm was a sexual experience and something I thought was to be saved for tonight, “Don’t I need you for that?”
    He smiled slowly, “No, but I’m certainly glad you’ve saved it for me.”
    “But, how could I—”
    “That’s why you stopped me. You were starting to feel it coming on weren’t you?”
    “I don’t know what that was, but I was afraid I was getting ready to lose my grip on reality—because that wasn’t real.”
    “Don’t be afraid, baby, I promise you, it’s real and you’ll like it,” he crooned.
    “But I’ll lose control,” I started to tear up, that was the true reason why I had him stop; I realized something was getting ready to happen I couldn’t control.
    “Baby, we’re both going to lose control tonight, but it’s okay because that’s all a part of making love. I’m going to take control of you and you are going to do the same to me.”
    “I don’t know how,” I cried softly, a tear running down my cheek.
    He wiped the tear away and smiled, “You do, whether you know it or not. You’ve got control of me right now and I’d do anything to please you.”
    I nodded, “Then let me take your clothes off.”
    He rose from the bed and I followed, slowly removing his shirt and kissing and caressing his fabulous body. I knelt in front of him as I undid his waistband.
    His hands reach down and stopped me, “I don’t think I can handle you doing this part, Leese.”
    “No. Please, Micah. No boundaries tonight, let me take them off you.”
    I could tell he was fighting to retain his ability to be in charge of his desire so he wouldn’t do what he threatened that morning in the Hyatt. I knew he was ready to grab me and collide with me in the bed, but with tremendous effort he permitted me to remove his slacks. He closed his