Catching Kisses Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, I was reduced to a grinning mess, unable to contain the desire to kiss my girl. Putting my hands on both sides of Blondie’s face, I was trapping her in place as I looked at her with fire in my eyes. She looked up at me and bit her lip, and my face delved down to find hers. Our lips had touched and I was about to deepen the kiss, when suddenly— * RING ! * RING! * RING! *

he murmurs from his knees. I grin and reach for his soaked sweater. “Come here,” I whisper, pulling him closer to me, craving the taste of his lips against mine. The moment our mouths meet, it's like striking a match—everything ignites. His kiss is fierce, electric, and all-consuming. My hands move eagerly, tugging his sweater over his head, followed by his t-shirt, both landing forgotten as the warm spray of the shower rains over us.

Each kiss felt like a promise, a silent declaration of his feelings. Hailey's breath hitched, her fingers clenching the edge of the counter for support. Cassian's hands slid down to her hips, holding her firmly as his kisses became more intense, more insistent. Hailey's mind fogged with the overwhelming sensation, her body responding to his every touch.

So he did the only thing that came to him in that moment—he leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. It was sudden, unexpected, and overwhelming. His lips were firm yet gentle, demanding yet tender. The kiss was an assertion, a way to remind her that she was still alive, still capable of feeling something other than fear. Esteria's initial shock melted into something warmer, deeper, as his kiss grew more insistent. Her hands, weak as they were, found their way to his shoulders, clutching at him as if he were her lifeline.

And then, without another word, he leaned down, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was fierce and consuming, a sudden storm that swept over her like a tidal wave. His lips crashed against hers with a fervor that made her heart race and her head spin. There was an intensity in his touch that was both thrilling and disorienting, igniting a fire deep within her. Calla's senses were overwhelmed as she felt the heat of his body pressed against hers, his hands gripping her waist with a possessiveness that sent shivers through her.

Kate gasped as he jerked her into his lap, trailing her gaze to his flaming eyes. Tangling his fingers into her hair, Colton brought her closer, his mouth crashing to hers with a fervent intensity. Salty tears stained his full lips and his heart pounded vociferously beneath her clammy palms. Attempting to break away, Colton refused, his grip firm, his kiss urgent and needing.

As he pulls away, his gaze is filled with a mixture of longing and pain. "Don't ever let another man get close to you," he whispers, his voice laced with emotion. I search his eyes, seeing the depth of his torment. Without hesitation, he captures my lips once more, pouring all his emotions into the kiss, and I melt into his embrace, lost in the intensity of our connection. We are kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his.

I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more. He fisted my hair in both his hands and backed me toward the sofa. When the backs of my knees hit the cushions, I began to lower myself, and he came with me most of the way until suddenly, he broke the kiss to pull back and study me. The moment my spine hit the couch with my hair splaying around my face, he grinned and set a knee between mine while burying one of his hands in my hair. He began to lower himself on top of me before stopping a few inches from contact. His gaze fell to my mouth. “What’s your favorite movie?”

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her: