02 Unforgivable - Untouchable by Lindsay Delagair Read Free Book Online

doing. His cheek was against mine as his mouth moved to my ear.
    “ Take it down, Micah,” I pleaded. “Don’t stop.”
    “ You see what I mean about the alcohol? If I brought that bottle out here right now and asked you to drink with me, would you do it?”
    I knew I’d do just about anything he wanted right now. “No,” I lied, realizing if he had drank a glass my top wouldn’t be teetering on coming down, it would be down and we would be relocating this game of uncovering Leese to a place where I could do the same to him.
    “ You want me to keep going, don’t you?”
    “ Yes, let’s go upstairs, Micah.”
    “ You were right, alcohol is dangerous,” he said pulling my top back where it belonged.
    “ Kiss me, Micah,” I begged. The feeling of the wine still traveling through me, and I was ready to forget about the wedding date, the fact that my family was home, none of it mattered. I felt his arms lifting me from the lounger and I was thinking I was going to be carried upstairs and get my wish, but I realized too late he was moving to the pool and before I could tell him no, he threw me in.
    Kimmy thought it was hilarious. The shock of the water cleared my head as I moved to the stairs and began climbing out. He was big, but I was contemplating every possible move I had in my black belt arsenal to throw him in the water as well.
    Mom heard the commotion and reappeared on the deck as I stood there dripping wet and plotting my revenge.
    “ Leese!”
    I couldn’t figure out why she was snapping at me—I didn’t throw myself in, but she was grabbing a towel and heading for me. Micah’s face had an unmistakable flush to his skin; that was when I looked down at my outfit and discovered how very inappropriate it was when wet. Mom wrapped me in the towel, as Micah stated he’d be back in a while and headed for the garage.
    “ You’d have been better off to have been in your bathing suit,” she criticized, still sounding miffed.
    “ I didn’t jump in. He threw me in!”
    “ Oh,” she said, suddenly understanding what happened.
    I went upstairs and changed clothes, still feeling a little odd. I was going to wait up for him to return, but he was absolutely right about the wine and sleeping. I was so exhausted I couldn’t keep my eyes open. It was only about 8:45 and I was ready to go to bed.
     

Chapter 3
     
    I woke the next morning to Mom tapping on my door saying to get up and get ready for church. That was when I felt his presence in my bed. I rolled over and he was staring at me and had apparently slept in my bed all night.
    “ What are you doing in here?” I whispered.
    “ I came in to check on you when I got home last night, and I started watching you sleep. I crawled in just to be close to you for a little while and fell asleep myself.”
    I smiled and snuggled against him, “I’m going to be really glad when we can share a bed permanently.”
    He kissed my forehead, “Me too, baby.”
    I could hear Mom down the hallway knocking on Micah’s door telling him to get up as well. I laughed, watching the grin spread across his face. “You’re really lucky she didn’t open my door,” I stated. “She would never believe that we can behave ourselves in the same bed.”
    “ Who said anything about behaving myself,” he moaned as he began to kiss my neck.
    “ Come on, Don Juan,” I giggled, pulling his arm, trying to right both of us. “You’ve got to slip out of here before she comes back. We have to get ready for church.”
    “ You need another glass of wine.”
    I shot him a nasty look, “I don’t think so!”
    He smiled, “Good girl. But you wouldn’t be shoving me out the door if—”
    I grabbed a pillow and hit him as hard as possible, “Out!” I shout whispered.
    He cracked open my door and peered into the hallway and then he was gone.
    Our wedding planner, Linda Doradee, was a member of our church and she had been working this week on finding the perfect location for the