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

thought of me and she was partly right. I could have been described as a lover of women but that was because I had never met the one. And the reason for that was because she had been under my nose all that time.

I had a job ahead of me. I had to convince her but to truly get her defenses down… I would need to seduce her. Not a difficult task, as all I could think about was making love to her. I needed to claim her.

Before I could make a move, she nudged me. “You’re too heavy Blaze, get off me.”

I rolled away and lay on the sand facing her and the moment was broken.

“Everyone will be wondering where we are,” Brooke said.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I said and stood.

I offered her my hand and pulled her up.

“Thank you for convincing me to come,” Brooke said and threw her arms around my neck.

I held her close, taking care to keep my lower body away from her. It wouldn’t do for her to feel how hard I’d become for her. I didn’t want to make this awkward.

We walked back to the bar and found everyone dancing to a live band. We waved to my mother who was dancing energetically on the dance floor with her sister.

“Want to dance?” I asked Brooke.

“Yes please,” she said.

As we danced, I wondered what Brooke would say if I told her what I wanted to do to her. Would she slap me or would her cheeks pink up with embarrassment? I knew Brooke well. As well as you can know another person. I knew her favorite foods, her hobbies, what kind of movies made her cry but what I didn’t know was anything sensual.

I drew a blank where that was concerned but I so looked forward to discovering them. What were her sensitive spots, what made her turn to mush and more importantly, what would make her scream? I was in no rush. I had a week to convince her that the two of us were made for each other. We had all our lives together.

The only trouble was that my cock had not gotten this message. Her nearness kept me hard all evening.

Chapter Five

Brooke

I woke up feeling like I had two heads, both of which were throbbing. I should have known better than to down all those glasses of red wine. My instinct was to crawl back under the covers but my throat felt on fire and I desperately needed some water.

I pushed away the covers and got up, feeling as if with every movement, I risked splitting my skull. I staggered out of the bedroom to the kitchen. I pulled the fridge door open and grabbed a bottle of water. I didn’t bother to use a glass and simply twisted the top open and gulped it down.

The sound of a door opening broke the silence and Blaze appeared just as I drained the last of the water.

“Morning,” Blaze said, sounding remarkably cheerful.

“It’s not a very good morning, I feel horrible,” I told him.

“Poor baby,” he said. “It’s expected though. You drank too much wine. I’ll grab you an aspirin.” He went to his bedroom and returned with a tablet which he handed to me.

I had another bottle of water ready. I popped the pill into my mouth and washed it down with water.

“You’ll feel better after a while. There’s a nice lounger on the balcony. Come and lie down and I’ll put a wet cloth on your forehead. That should ease the headache.”

“Have I told you how much I love you?” I asked Blaze, as he took my hand and led me out to the balcony. The sun seemed a little too bright as we stepped out but it felt great on my skin. I lay down on the lounger and that’s when I realized I wore my night shirt with only panties and no bra. But the fact we were on a tropical island made it kind of okay. Besides, I didn’t want to stand up again to go and change. I was feeling shitty enough and just needed to close my eyes and bathe in the sun.

“I’ll be back,” Blaze said.

I listened to his footsteps fade away. If I stayed completely still, the pounding in my head eased somewhat.

Blaze returned moments later. He pulled a chair next to me and placed a cold cloth on my forehead.

I let out a sigh. “That feels so soothing.”

“The treatment is just beginning,” Blaze said. “I want to put suntan lotion on your legs. Don’t want you to burn before the wedding.”

My mouth went dry as I anticipated feeling Blaze’s hands on my thighs. My night shirt was decent enough. It covered my panties and came down midway to my thighs. I kept my eyes shut but my body was taut with nervousness. By the movements he was making, I knew Blaze was opening the lotion bottle and pouring some into his hands.

When his hands finally touched my thighs, arousal sparked sharply, spreading to all of my body.

I forgot to breathe as his hands made gentle circles at the top of my thighs. The feel of his hands on my skin awakened every one of my cells. As if by touching me, he was waking me up from a deep slumber. A groan formed in my mouth, so I bit down on my lip to keep it contained. It was bad enough how my hips were doing a little dance of their own.

His hands nudged my thighs apart and moved away, ostensibly to pour more lotion. Then… his hands were back at it, stroking, massaging, and driving me insane.

“This feels like a massage,” I said and gave a small laugh to disguise the lust I felt.

“It is,” Blaze said. “You deserve it. You work too hard.”

So did he, but at the moment my brain could not form the words to return the compliment. All I could think about was the growing