Forbidden Touch: A Best Friends To Lovers Romance by Iona Rose (best classic literature .txt) 📕

with whom I’d felt one with and who had broken down all my defenses. With Brooke, I was myself in and out of bed.

Chapter Fifteen

Brooke

I woke up with delicious aches and pains on the morning of the wedding. I smiled at Blaze’s naked sleeping form next to me. After another day of excursions, the previous day, we had come back to the condo, taken a shower and gone out to the beach to catch the last of the sun before the night set in.

We had swum in the ocean, taken another shower together and then gone for dinner. We opted to eat at the restaurant downstairs rather than go to the resort. Then we’d returned to the condo and proceeded to make a history we were never going to forget.

I had teased Blaze about his prowess and staying power between the sheets and he’d teased me about my unquenchable lust.

I yawned and then turned to glance at the time. 10.30 AM. Blaze was supposed to be at the resort with the other groomsmen in fifteen minutes. I shook him awake. I kissed him full on the mouth.

His eyes popped open. “It’s bound to be a wonderful day with such a start,” Blaze said, a smile coming over his gorgeous features.

Pangs of sadness came over me. We only had two nights and then back to real life. “You’d better get up if you want it to be wonderful. You have fifteen minutes to shower and get your gorgeous ass to the resort.”

He grinned. “You have a way with words, Hot Sauce.” He pulled me for a kiss then groaned and pushed away the covers. “Jack owes me for this.”

I giggled as I watched him moodily grab a towel.

“I’m leaving my bed when there’s a gorgeous woman in it,” he mumbled.

I loved his sweet words even though I knew they meant nothing. For two more days, I could pretend we were long term lovers. I could even go as far as acting as if Blaze was in love with me. “Poor baby,” I crooned.

He stared at me and then made as if to say something. He changed his mind and blew me a kiss before padding off to the bathroom.

I didn’t have to be at the resort until noon, when the wedding was scheduled to start.

When Blaze left, I got up and made myself a cup of coffee then carried it to the balcony. I tried to imagine what Amelia was feeling as she prepared to say her vows to the man she loved.

A deep longing came over me. Would it ever happen for me or was I one of those women who were destined to forever attend weddings and never become a bride? At the bachelorette party, the girls had tried to guess whose wedding would be next and they’d all turned to me. I had laughingly shook my head but inside I’d been wishing it was true.

I shook away the feelings of maudlin that had come over me. It wasn’t fair to be sad on Jack and Amelia’s special day. It would happen for me too, somewhere down the line.

An hour later, I went to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast and afterwards, returned to the condo to get ready. I left myself enough time to wash my hair and dry it. I couldn’t wait to see the wedding decor but mostly I wanted to see Blaze in his outfit.

I had decided on a sexy burgundy dress for the wedding and I giggled as I imagined Blaze’s reaction to it. I’d never been with a man who appreciated my clothes as much as Blaze did. He noticed everything I wore and I had to admit it was flattering.

When I was ready, I tucked my heels into my shoulder bag and wore my sandals for the walk to the resort. It was a hot breezy day, perfect for an outdoors wedding. Tears unexpectedly filled my eyes as I thought about Amelia and Jack. Did they realize how lucky they were to have found each other?

At the resort, I sat down at the reception chairs and swapped my sandals for my heels. I walked through the reception to the garden. I paused at the French doors leading to the garden, completely entranced by the sight before me.

The views from the garden were spectacular. The mountains seemed so close. As if I could stretch out my hand and touch them. Below the mountains, the ocean sparkled as if someone had poured diamonds on the water.

I let out a sigh. “So beautiful,” I murmured.

“Not as beautiful as you are, Hot Sauce.”

Blaze’s words sent an electric current sizzling through me. I whirled around to face him. Air left my lungs as I took in his appearance. He looked amazing and sexy in a white linen, short sleeved button-down shirt and linen pants. “Nice,” I said, raking him up and down possessively.

He took my hands into his. “Go and sit, the ceremony is about to start,” he said and leaned in to kiss my cheek.

As I turned to leave, Blaze playfully swatted my butt, something he would not have done when we were just friends. It would take a lot of discipline to keep our hands to ourselves when we returned home.

I chatted with Blaze’s mom and Amelia’s parents then other guests before it was time to sit down. I felt like part of a beautiful picture as I gazed at the beauty surrounding us.

It was a day Jack and Amelia would never forget. I blinked away the tears forming in my eyes. What was the matter with me? I’d never been the type of person who became emotional over these kinds of events. I’d gotten weepy over a wedding! I distracted myself from my emotions by admiring the white archway placed at the end of the aisle. The design was stunning and decorated with masses of colorful flowers.

Just then, Jack led the groomsmen down the aisle and a collective gasp went up.