Forbidden Touch: A Best Friends To Lovers Romance Iona Rose (best ebook reader for pc .txt) 📖

I would be the first person to admit I knew very little about a woman’s thinking process. I knew Brooke as my best friend but not as a woman. All I knew was that I wanted her back and I knew without a shadow of doubt that we would work.

We fit each other the way pieces of a puzzle fit together. If she couldn’t see it, I had to show her. Jack had warned me to go slowly though. To take it easy. Not pressure her and most importantly, not to jump into bed with her.

It made sense. Having sex with Brooke made her think we were only good together in bed. I had to show her otherwise and that meant staying out of her bed.

I worked steadily for the next hour and a half as I managed to strip off the wallpaper in both bedrooms. Satisfied with the day’s work, I wrapped up by putting the tools away and carrying the trash outside.

I cleaned up as best as I could but when Brooke opened her front door, she made a face. “You’re filthy. To the bathroom young man,” she said.

“Yes ma’am,” I said with a grin and followed her in.

I started stripping off as soon as I entered the living room. I shed off my overalls, followed by my t-shirt and shorts, which thankfully had been protected from the grime by the overalls.

“What are you doing?” Brooke asked with a squeak in her voice when I was down to my boxer briefs.

“Getting ready to shower,” I replied.

She closed her eyes, whirled around, and turned her back to me.

I grinned and picked up my clothes from the floor then carried them to the spare bedroom. Just because I’d decided I wouldn’t sleep with Brooke didn’t mean I would pretend that we were not intimately familiar with each other’s bodies.

I dropped my clothes on the bed and pulled down my boxer briefs over my rock-hard cock. It didn’t help matters that everywhere smelled tantalizingly of Brooke. I wrapped a towel around myself and tried to pat down my cock jutting out of my body, lifting the towel. Touching it made it worse. Painfully worse. I shrugged and made for the bathroom down the hallway. As I entered the bathroom, I bumped into Brooke and my hands shot out to steady her.

“I was just checking if everything is okay in the bathroom,” she said, her voice a whisper.

I could hear her shallow breathing that matched mine. The flush of her cheeks and the feverish look in her eyes told me she could feel my hard cock. She had to, as it now pushed against her belly. What was running through her mind? Was she remembering how good it felt to be filled up completely?

Time became suspended as we stood there gazing at each other and our bodies grew more heated by the second. Her nipples pebbled under my gaze, reminding me of the first time we had bumped into each other like this and her towel had come off.

It had been less than two weeks ago and yet, it felt like a lifetime, the first time I had seen her half naked and I’d been floored by how gorgeous she was. It was also the first time I had been sure Brooke had wanted me too. That she had thought filthy thoughts about me.

She had thrust out her breasts at me and her nipples had pushed against my chest. It had taken every ounce of self-control then to step away. It had been easier that time because I hadn’t tasted her yet. I hadn’t licked her sweet nipples or heard her moaning and crying out my name.

My instincts screamed for me to kiss her, grab her curvy ass, and push her body against my cock. But I knew all too well how that would end up. We would have an awesome twenty minutes but after that, Brooke would be cold and guilt ridden, all over again.

Not the reaction I wanted. I groaned inwardly and took a step back. I grinned as if my balls were not aching and my cock was not throbbing painfully. “We have a knack for running into each other,” I said and side stepped her to enter the bathroom.

I shut the door and slipped into the shower. I felt damn proud of myself for keeping my lust under control. My pride didn’t last as heat throbbed through me. My body screamed for Brooke. I didn’t know if I was strong enough to go through with my plans.

I needed to do the right thing for her and for us. But my body refused to listen. I wrapped my hand around my hard, throbbing cock. I desperately needed some kind of release. I’d never been so hard, even when I was a horny teenager. I grabbed some shower gel, poured some into my hand and proceeded to pump my cock.

A vision of Brooke writhing and whimpering underneath me, filled my mind as I stroked myself. I closed my eyes and imagined my cock sheathed by her tight pussy walls. I rocked my hips back and forth, as I worked my hand over my cock, pumping faster and faster. “Brooke,” I murmured, over and over again. I wasn’t worried she would hear me as the noise of the water drowned my words.

A loud grunt rose up my throat and escaped from my mouth as I ruptured and spilled my cum all over Brooke’s shower floor. I stayed still for a few seconds to catch my breath and then cleaned up the mess I had made.

After my shower and jerking off session, I felt strong enough to face Brooke. I found her in the kitchen, bending over to peer into the oven. I tore my gaze from her curvy ass, determined to keep my thoughts decent for the remainder of the evening.

She straightened up when she heard my footsteps. “Dinner is just about ready.” She looked so effortlessly lovely with