Unbroken Pleasures Read Free

watching? I might have already pushed his
limits by having him touch me.
    “I have to go,”
he said in barely more than a whisper. I was too stunned to say anything.
Finished drying off, I wrapped the towel around my naked body and looked at him
as if I didn’t understand what he was saying. I guess on some level, I didn’t.
His eyes roamed over my towel-covered body and he licked his lips again. The
lust still shone in his eyes when he looked at me. Why didn’t he want me to
return the satisfaction that he’d given to me? Was I not being clear enough on
my intentions?
    Boldly, I
reached out and let my hand roam his body starting with his cheek and ending at
his groin. I squeezed gently, satisfied at the firmness that I found there. He
didn’t allow my hand to linger. He pulled away and started making his way back
to my front door. I was horrified and humiliated. I’d just given myself over to
a complete stranger and offered him even more and all he could do was turn his
back and walk away from me? I cursed under my breath. It made me want him even
more. I followed after him determined not to let him walk out that door until
he at least told me why.
    “Where are you
going?” I said knowing that the words came out sounding angrier than I had
intended.
    “I can’t stay,”
he said without turning around to face me, “I’m sorry.” His words were filled
with regret.
    He hesitated a
moment at the door as if there was something more that he wanted to say to me
but only silence filled the space around us. I clung tightly to the towel as
the first stabs of regret filled me. What had I just done?
    “What’s your
name?” I asked breaking the silence. He didn’t answer so I took a deep breath
and asked the question I dreaded to ask. “Will I see you again?”
    “I can’t.”
    “What do you
mean, you can’t?” I said with the anger filling me again. I reached out to grab
his shoulder trying to turn him to face me. He couldn’t touch me like that and
tell me that he could never see me again. He turned and faced me, his eyes
searching mine, wishing to communicate something, perhaps some deeply hidden
desire, but he only looked at me with that same lost, lonely look in his eyes
that infuriated me even more.
    “Never mind,” I
said giving up, “You were right. You should go. I should have never allowed you
into my home.”
    He surprised me
by taking my face in both his hands and kissing me with the same passionate
hunger that had started this whole confusing experience. I tried to pull away
but he kept me locked in place. I put my hands up to fight him off but the
struggle only caused the towel to drop to the floor leaving me once again fully
exposed to him. Even though his eyes were closed as he continued to kiss me, my
nakedness was not missed. He let go of my face and pulled me tight against him
letting his hands wrap around my back and my waist. I felt the stirring in my
groin knowing I still wanted him just as much and it angered me even more. I
was torn between hoping this would turn into something more and wishing that I
could unlock myself from his grip and push him out my door. In the short span
of time I’d interacted with him, no other man had come close to having this effect
on me. I blamed it on my current lack of sleep but somewhere inside I knew that
it was more.
    He gripped my
bare bottom in strong warm hand forcing one damp thigh between mine. I rubbed
against him eagerly as his tongue explored my mouth again. I inhaled deeply and
wrapped my hands around his neck refusing to let him out of my grip until he
surrendered to me. He moved his hand between my legs again and rested his palm
against my wetness and I moaned. He just held me there but even without
movement, my excitement grew and I felt him sigh against me. He didn’t want to
leave me but I knew he was going to pull away anyway. I felt him hesitate and
stop kissing me.
    I ran my hands
through his hair and looked at him, once again