Forbidden Touch: A Best Friends To Lovers Romance - Iona Rose (free ebook reader .txt) 📗

bikini excited me further. But that would be as far as it could go. I refused to join the list of Blaze’s conquests. Teasing was as far as it would ever go. “What time are we meeting your family?” I asked him and wriggled out of his hold.

“In about an hour,” Blaze replied. “We have time to settle in and shower.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said happily. “I’ll unpack and then take a shower.”

The blast of lust which had hit me when Blaze held me, clung to me like a sheen of sweat and refused to deflate. I needed time alone to get my senses back to normal. I left Blaze on the balcony and went to wheel my suitcase to one of the bedrooms. I took the first one, knowing Blaze would not be particular about which bedroom he took. The large windows were open and a cool breeze blew into the large bedroom.

I frowned as I realized the bedroom had no bathroom. I checked the next one and found the same thing. This meant Blaze and I had to share a shower. I was being silly. A free vacation and I was already complaining about sharing a shower.

As for privacy, I would be wearing a bikini half the time. Blaze was my best friend and him seeing me half naked or in a towel would be nothing really. I trusted him with my life. Nothing would happen between us unless I wanted it to. And I didn’t. For one, I didn’t want to lose my best friend. And secondly, Blaze had serious commitment issues. I’d never asked him where they had come from. His relationships, if you can call them that, never lasted more than a couple months.

Back in my bedroom, I was sifting through my outfits and trying to decide which one to wear. To my annoyance, as I decided on which one, I wondered if Blaze would find it sexy. I had to stop thinking of him like that. I had to stop letting him influence my choice of dress. It didn’t matter what he thought. He was my best friend. Period.

I settled for a red strapless dress, perfect for dinner and playful in a sexy way. That done, I stripped off my jeans and top, then wrapped a towel around myself. I walked to the shower, dropped the towel and stepped in, feeling the water caress my body.

It was tempting to touch myself in the shower. Every scrub over my sensitive bits felt like a sensual touch. I refused to give in to it. I needed to not imagine Blaze’s big hands touching, stroking and teasing me. A sigh escaped my lips, jerking me back to the present.

I quickly rinsed myself and turned off the shower. Another sheen of sweat formed on my body as soon as I stepped out of the shower and it wasn’t from the heat. My body was on fire. I ached in places I hadn’t realized were capable of aching.

As fate would have it, as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, I ran smack into Blaze and I let out a sharp cry. His hands shot out to steady me. Somehow, when he grabbed me to ensure I did not lose my footing, my towel came loose and before I knew it, Blaze was holding me with my breasts exposed for him to see.

Thankfully, that was all I had exposed. The towel gathered around my waist and both our bodies kept it there. My breath came out in gasps and my chest rose up and down with it. I looked up at Blaze, expecting to see humor in his eyes.

His eyes remained on my breasts and to my shame, my nipples hardened under his searing gaze. I did the most foolish thing—I thrust out my chest. My breasts squashed against his hard chest as if they belonged there. Blaze’s hot breath fanned my face. I imagined his big hands cupping my breasts before bringing his mouth down to take a nipple into his mouth.

And then one of us came back to our senses, and it wasn’t me.

Blaze took a step back. “Sorry Hot Sauce, didn’t mean to make your towel drop off,” he said, his voice casual. As if it were something friends did all the time, he took my towel and rewrapped it then fastened it above my chest. “There.” He smiled. Then he went around me and headed to his room.

Only after he shut the door, was I able to rouse myself enough to go to my own room. Shame flooded me. What was I turning into? I had exposed my bare breasts to Blaze. He must have thought I was pathetic. Misery coated me as I got ready for the evening. I would pretend this never happened.

Erase the memory of my best friend staring at my bare breasts. Seeing my big, peaked nipples. Blaze must have realized how turned on I had been. My cheeks burned with shame all over again.

Chapter Four

Blaze

“How are your parents Brooke, I know they moved to Florida?” my mother asked.

Conversation flowed around me but all I could think about was Brooke’s breasts. They were more than incredible. My cock pulsated with warmth at the memory. Her big round nipples had pebbled as I watched and it had taken every ounce of self-control not to take them into my mouth and suck on them.

“I didn’t know you were dating Brooke,” my brother Jack whispered into my ear. “Lucky bastard,” he added eyeing Brooke.

She looked hot in a red dress but my eyes saw through the dress to her breasts underneath. I would definitely never look at Brooke the same way. It had been one thing to fantasize about her but quite another to see her half naked. “I’m not!” I snapped but my response was drowned off by a laugh from the other end of the table.

“Blaze,” my mom said. “I always knew that you two would