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

about that. I wanted to have fun. “Do you want to dance?” I asked Blaze.

“Sure,” he said and placed his beer on the counter. He took my glass from my hand and did the same. Then he took my hand, helped me up and led me to the dance floor.

The lights had been dimmed and I felt comfortable getting as close to him as I could, knowing no one could see us in the midst of the crowd. Giddy joy flooded me as Blaze held me in his arms. I eliminated all thoughts and worries except how good it felt to hold him.

Pure need came over me as our bodies meshed together. His cock pressed against me making me tremble with an unquenchable desire.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Blaze

I didn’t dance with any other women. The only person I wanted in my arms was Brooke. I kept up a social appearance, chatting with everyone and moving from group to group. I itched to get out of there and go somewhere where I would have Brooke to myself.

I’d managed to get my cock under control but just barely. A glance at her in her gorgeous silver dress was enough to get my blood boiling again. My gaze followed Brooke as she moved from where she was and made for the bathroom.

Moments later, I noticed that jerk Mason go in the same direction. Oh, no you don’t. I waited a beat before I followed.

I heard muffled voices coming from somewhere down the hallway. I couldn’t make out the words, but they did not sound friendly. I sprinted past the washrooms and when I saw Brooke struggling in Mason’s arms, I saw red.

Her hands were shoving against his chest while he was kissing her forcibly.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I shouted.

My voice shocked him into letting go of Brooke.

That was all I needed. I went for him with all the force of an NFL player and in the next moment, we were on the floor. I landed massive blow after blow to his face and his hands as he tried to shield his face.

Soft hands grabbed at my shoulders. “Please Blaze, leave him!” Brooke said over and over again until she finally got through to me.

“If you ever touch her again, you sick fuck!” I said. “I’ll do worse than give you a beating.”

Brooke clung to my arm. “Please Blaze, let’s go.” She sounded frightened.

It pained me to see Brooke scared. It was enough to make me want to take her home. My heartbeat still pounding, I led her out of the hotel and into a cab. By the time we got home, my anger had been replaced by molten rivers of need flowing in my body.

I wanted Brooke. I had planned to ignore her ridiculous proposal but I couldn’t resist her tonight. I would have her just once, I told myself. We didn’t speak when we got to the house and I followed her up the steps to the front door.

Brooke had the same idea because as soon as I shut the door behind us, she slipped into my arms and threw her hands around my neck. “I want you Blaze,” she whispered into my ear. “I want you to fuck me.”

I groaned before I captured her mouth with mine. I lost myself in the sweetness of her mouth as I reacquainted myself with her body. I cupped her gorgeous breasts over her dress and squeezed them together, hoping I wasn’t hurting her but unable to help myself.

Her hand slid between us and cupped my erect cock.

I groaned into her mouth. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“Yes,” Brooke said. She took my hand and led the way. We didn’t bother with closing the door. As soon as she stopped in the middle of the room, Brooke gripped the hem of her dress and pulled it over her body, removing it in one fluid movement.

I felt sure I was panting as I took in the sight of her in a red lacy bra and matching lacy panties.

“Remove your clothes,” she ordered.

There wouldn’t be any argument from me. I popped open the buttons of my shirt without removing my gaze from her sexy curves. I couldn’t wait to feel the softness of her body against the hardness of mine. When we were both completely undressed, we faced each other.

And as if drawn together by an invisible force—we closed the distance between us at the same time.

I slipped my hand under her jawline and gave her a sultry kiss that made her moan. I was determined to make her forget the assault she had gone through tonight. In the future, when she remembered the day of the company party, she would remember how I had made love to her all night.

God, I had missed her.

She wrapped her hands around my neck, crashing her breasts against my chest. I brought my hands to the front and descended on her breasts, teasing her nipples with my thumbs. I brought my mouth to her nipples and sucked each until she begged me to take her.

I carried her to the bed and arranged myself between her legs. I aligned my body with hers and looked at her.

Her eyes were glazed over with need. “I ache for you,” she said.

Her words went straight to my cock and I felt sure my own desire was evident in my eyes. I gripped it and brushed it against the slick lips of her pussy. She arched her body but I wasn’t ready yet. I’d missed us so much and I wasn’t going to rush it. I slid my cock up and down her slit. “How does that feel, Hot Sauce?”

“Not enough,” Brooke replied.

I chuckled. Then I bit my lip as I continued to tease her though in essence, I was torturing myself. I brought myself so close to orgasm, I had to close my eyes and think about other things. Work. It didn’t work. “Fuck,” I said.

“What?” Brooke said.

“I planned to