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

enveloping me. I inserted two fingers into my pussy and used my other hand to stroke my clit.

“Are you fucking yourself?” Blaze asked almost breathlessly.

My pussy walls clenched around my fingers hugging them tightly. “I am.” My words came out like a growl.

“Fuck!” Blaze said.

I lifted one eyelid to look at him. His eyes blazed with untamed passion but when my gaze dropped, my eyes widened. The front of his pants had become an impossibly large tent and my mouth watered as I imagined what was underneath. “Take it out!” I demanded.

“We’ll be late for dinner,” Blaze said, but his voice lacked conviction.

“Do it,” I urged.

He unbuckled and unzipped his pants… all the while his gaze remained glued to the movement of my hands. Slowly, he took his cock out…

I gasped as if seeing it for the first time. So thick, long, and rock hard. I imagined how it would feel in my hand and let out a groan.

Slowly, Blaze stroked his cock in firm movements.

My thighs trembled and a gush of juices seeped from my pussy. “I need you.”

“Get on your knees,” Blaze said.

Dinner at Jack and Amelia’s was forgotten as Blaze took me from behind and my screams filled the room. His hands gripped my hips to keep me in place as thrust after thrust made every inch of me tremble.

He plowed into me as his hands dug into my skin. I knew I would pay for it later with bruises but right now, all I wanted was more. More of Blaze. More pounding. He gave it to me.

His love making carried me to another dimension where the only sensation I felt was exquisite pleasure. I screamed until my voice was hoarse. “Fuck me Blaze,” I cried urging him on. “I want all of you!”

When I came, it was feverish and almost insensible. I whimpered and called out his name as tears trickled from my eyes.

“Hot Sauce,” Blaze stated to my ear. “You’ve spoiled all women for me. Only you can ever satisfy me.”

His words sent tingles down my spine.

Jack and Amelia lived in a charming 19th century row house in West Village. Blaze and I had arrived at quarter to eight, when we should have been there forty-five minutes earlier. They had taken it in their stride and showed us in.

The place was pretty and the perfect size for a newly married couple. I still felt flustered from the rush and the amazing sex with Blaze. Every time our eyes met across the room, my face heated up. I felt as if Jack and Amelia knew the reason why we’d been late.

“Blaze said you’re okay with white wine.” Jack handed me a glass.

“I love it, thanks,” I said as I took the glass from him.

After he’d served everyone wine, Jack went and sat next to his wife on the couch. He placed a hand on her knee as naturally as if she was an extension of him.

Amelia covered his hand with hers.

“How is life as a married couple?” I asked after a few sips of wine.

Jack and Amelia exchanged such a warm, loving look that my heart literally stopped.

“It’s everything I dreamed it would be and then some,” Amelia said.

“For me too,” Jack agreed.

I felt Blaze’s eyes on me and I turned to him. He wore the same look Jack had for Amelia. Emotion grabbed me by the throat. It really was time to stop fighting us. It could be possible that we were meant to be together.

“How is it going with the renovation?” Jack asked.

Blaze looked at his brother sheepishly. “It’s going.”

I stifled a giggle. At the rate we were going, we had two options. Either buckle down and get to work or hire a contractor to finish it off. We were spending too much time in bed which was good for our sex lives, but bad for Blaze’s apartment.

Amelia and I got a chance to have some girl talk as I helped her set the table and serve dinner. It was nice to see them so in love with each other. Watching them gave me hope that just maybe it could work for Blaze and me.

“So, what’s going on with you two?” Jack asked us later as we relaxed at the dining table, sipping on chilled wine.

Blaze looked over at me.

The ball was in my court. My lips felt dry and I licked them. “We’re taking it slowly. Very slowly.”

Jack nodded. “Sounds like a good plan.”

Amelia frowned. “You two have known each other forever. Plus, the chemistry between you could light a freakin’ bonfire. Oh, and you know each other’s strengths and weaknesses.”

“That’s precisely the problem,” Blaze stated, his tone dry. “We think we know each other too well. Never a good thing.”

It had to be a dig at me and later when we were in the cab on the way home I poked his ribs.

“It wasn’t really a dig at you,” Blaze protested. “It was about both of us. I’m guilty of the same thing. I think I know everything about you but you often surprise me.”

Warmth spread through me. I liked the idea of surprising him. “Really?”

He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Really. Why do you think I call you Hot Sauce?”

“Because you love my body?” I whispered.

Blaze grinned. “Yeah and you’re unpredictable, especially between the sheets.”

“Hush,” I said and gestured at the cab driver.

Blaze took my hand and sandwiched it between his, a gesture I’d come to love. It made me feel safe. Protected. Loved.

“Did you really mean what you said to Jack?” he asked, sounding vulnerable.

I nodded, touched that us having a real relationship meant so much to him. “Yes. I want to give us a chance but I want us to move very slowly.”

He squeezed my hand. “That sounds perfect.”

I stilled the voice in my head threatening to spoil the moment by pointing out that people did not change.

Not really.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Blaze

Patience pays. I had known this for a fact but after dinner at Jack