Forbidden Heat

Chapter 1: Dinner and Desire

The air was thick with the scent of roasted lamb and rosemary as I stepped into Duru’s apartment, my best friend Bora at my side. The place was a cozy little haven, all warm lighting and soft jazz humming in the background. Duru greeted us at the door, her porcelain skin practically glowing under the dim lights, a tight black dress hugging every curve of her body. Those pale, pink feet of hers peeked out from strappy heels, and I had to clench my jaw to keep my thoughts from spiraling. God, I wanted to drop to my knees right there and worship them.

'Hey, boys, glad you could make it,' Duru said, her voice a sultry purr as she leaned in to kiss Bora on the cheek, her eyes flicking to me with a mischievous glint. 'Hope you’re hungry. I’ve been slaving over this meal all day.'

'Starving,' I replied, my tone a little too sharp, my gaze lingering on her a second longer than it should have. Bora didn’t notice, already shrugging off his jacket and heading to the kitchen to grab a beer. But Duru did. She smirked, a knowing little twist of her lips that sent a jolt straight through me.

'Careful, Kaan,' she teased, stepping closer, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, 'Keep looking at me like that, and I might think you’re after more than just dinner.'

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. 'And if I am?' I shot back, my voice low, daring her to push the line further.

She laughed, a throaty sound that made my skin prickle, and turned on her heel, her hips swaying as she led me to the dining room. 'Then you’d better behave. Bora’s right there, and I’m not in the mood for drama tonight.'

Dinner was torture. Every bite of food, every sip of wine, was laced with the tension crackling between us. Bora rambled on about work, oblivious to the way Duru’s foot brushed against my leg under the table, her toes grazing my calf with deliberate intent. I nearly choked on my drink, shooting her a glare that only made her grin wider.

'Problem, Kaan?' she asked, her tone dripping with mock innocence as she leaned forward, giving me a perfect view of the cleavage spilling from her dress.

'You’re playing a dangerous game,' I muttered, my voice rough, my hands gripping the edge of the table to keep from reaching for her.

'Oh, I don’t play games,' she fired back, her eyes blazing with challenge. 'I win them.'

By the time dessert rolled around, I was sweating, my body tight with need. Bora excused himself to take a call, leaving us alone in the dimly lit room. Duru stood, sauntering over to me with a predator’s grace, her fingers trailing along the back of my chair.

'You’ve been staring at my feet all night,' she said, her voice a low, dangerous purr. 'Want a closer look?' Before I could answer, she lifted one leg, resting her bare foot on my thigh, the soft, pink skin so close I could almost taste it.

'Fuck, Duru,' I growled, my hands itching to grab her, to pull her down onto my lap and show her just how hard she’d made me. 'You’re gonna get us both in trouble.'

'Only if you’re too scared to handle it,' she taunted, her foot sliding higher, teasing, testing. I could feel the heat of her through my jeans, my cock straining against the fabric, desperate for more. Her eyes dropped to my lap, and she licked her lips, slow and deliberate. 'Looks like you’re already in deep, Kaan.'

I was panting now, my control slipping as the room seemed to shrink around us. I wanted to yank that dress off her, to bury myself in her wet, dripping heat, to hear her moan my name while I fucked her senseless. Her foot pressed harder against me, and I groaned, low and raw, my hands finally moving to grip her ankle.

'Keep pushing, Duru,' I warned, my voice a rough whisper, 'and I’m gonna take everything I’ve been dreaming about—your mouth, your pussy, your perfect fucking ass. I won’t stop until you’re screaming.'

Her breath hitched, her eyes darkening with lust, and for a moment, I thought she’d give in right there. But then we heard Bora’s footsteps, and she pulled back with a wicked smile, leaving me hard, horny, and aching for more as she sauntered back to her seat like nothing had happened.

This was only the beginning. I knew it. She knew it. And I wasn’t sure how much longer I could resist.