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

his hand around my shoulders and I slipped mine around his waist. I leaned my head on his shoulder and he pulled me closer.

I’d told Blaze and myself I wasn’t interested in a relationship with him, but moments like these, I wondered. We were so in sync with each other. As if Blaze was an extension of myself.

As we strolled around the zoo, I understood why it held such an appeal to Blaze as well as other childless couples. It was simple fun.

Then it happened while we were in the Aviary. One minute, I was staring entranced at the caged birds, when watery bird crap landed on my shoulder. I stared over at the mess, and let out a cry of anguish.

“What is it?” Blaze asked before he noticed the mess on my clothes. “Oh crap.”

“Yeah, it’s crap all right,” I said, disgusted by the smear of poop on my gorgeous top. “What am I going to do?”

“Remove your top,” Blaze said. “I’ll shield you.”

“Then what will I wear? I can’t walk around in just a bra,” I said. Not to mention, I’d picked one of my naughtiest bras to wear, in anticipation of some action afterwards. I tiptoed to whisper in his ear, “Besides, it's a peephole bra!”

Blaze hissed. “Jeez, Hot Sauce and you just had to mention that now.” He adjusted his shorts. “I’m sure no one will complain about you walking in just a bra, but I had a different idea. I’ll give you my shirt.”

“Really?” I asked as sudden tears sprung to my eyes.

“Of course,” Blaze said, his fingers already popping the buttons open. He shrugged off his shirt and gestured at my top, urging me to remove it. I grabbed the hem and in one movement, I removed it, making a face at the stench of bird poop.

Blaze helped me with his shirt but by the time all the buttons were down, tears were flowing down my cheeks.

“Hey, what is it? It’s not a big deal. I’ve been pooped on by a bird before,” Blaze said.

“It’s not that.” I sniffled.

He hooked a finger under my chin. “What is it then?”

I looked into his brown eyes, blazing with kindness and love. “I’m crying because… no one’s ever done anything like that for me.”

He held my gaze. “That’s because you’ve been dating the wrong men. Come on, let’s go home, you need a shower.”

He took my hand and we left the zoo, Blaze in a white undershirt and me in his shirt. In his hand, he held my top, which he’d rolled up nicely, promising that no one would ever suspect it had been pooped on by a bird after a good wash.

I thought about the whole thing in the cab on the way home. It was easy to believe what Blaze had said about me dating the wrong men. I couldn’t think back to one past boyfriend who would give me his shirt. Only Blaze would do that for me.

I stole a glance at him and caught him staring at me.

He smiled and his dimple deepened.

My heart tumbled in my chest. Our physical attraction vibrated between us. Was I being a fool in refusing to give us a chance?

When we got home, Blaze and I made straight for the bathroom. We peeled each other’s clothes off, wordlessly. When we were completely naked, Blaze took my hands into his and held my gaze. And as we stood there taking in the sight of each other, my fears melted away.

Maybe a real relationship could work between us. Perhaps I was the woman for him, the one he needed to settle down with. I trembled as I contemplated taking that step. Opening myself up to potential heartbreak.

As if sensing the turmoil in my heart, Blaze pulled me close and slipped his hands around my waist. He kissed me softly on my lips. “I love you Brooke,” he said.

I knew he meant a different kind of love. Not the one we were both used to. A different kind. The one that brewed between a man and a woman. “I love you Blaze,” I said, my voice shaky.

His eyes widened, instinctively knowing what I meant. He brought his mouth down to mine again, and kissed me. He moved his lips from my mouth to my jaw, trailing sweet kisses as he travelled down my body. He brought his hands to my breasts and lowered his head to lick the hollow between my breasts.

“You’re exquisite,” Blaze breathed the words out, his voice husky.

He’d never left me in doubt as to what he thought about my body. He made me feel like the sexiest woman with his words and his touch. His mouth closed in on one nipple and I closed my eyes and let out a groan. Intense pleasure rumbled through me as his hand rubbed the other sensitive nipple.

Blaze’s mouth was heaven. As were his hands. After he had teased my nipples mercilessly, he continued travelling down my body until he dropped to his knees and his mouth was blowing hot air on my pussy.

The anticipation was killing me. I parted my legs as juices dripped down my thighs.

He buried his head in my pussy and when his tongue found my clit, my body jerked as if I’d been hit by an electric shock. “Blaze,” I whimpered over and over again.

My body tensed as his tongue teased my entrance and his thumb played with my clit. The coil of need in my belly grew tighter and tighter. My legs shook and as the orgasm gripped me, I fisted his hair and let out guttural moans.

“Turn around,” Blaze growled.

My pussy quivered at his commanding tone and I did as he said.

He grabbed my hips and pushed me over so my back was bent. I closed my eyes as his cock nudged my entrance. I braced myself and Blaze did not disappoint. He slammed his cock into me and a loud cry escaped my mouth.

My pussy walls tightened around his cock and