Eric Singer From Kiss Novels & Stories

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

It’s the only thing I need to know. “I love you,” I reply. We kiss again and this time, the sound of the crowd drowns out. It’s just us, Gabe and I on the beach somewhere. I have all I could ever want in my entire life: The most amazing man in the world and island kisses.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

"Ahhm...well not really, I'm not into girl's anymore, since I came back from Norway, nah....girl's are chasing money, they are hungry for Peruvian weaves and all, you don't give them money they go so nah.. He grasped some air....then he went on.. "Anyways are you ever free? Like can I take you out for breakfast anytime you free before you come to work"? I almost screamed right there, I felt like a panick attack or something, In short...my temperature just went up like seriously seriously....so Simon Cowell says...hahahah.... "You okay " ? He questioned me again. "Ahhm yeah sure we can do it....yeah we can...gotta be here by 0900 though ".

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

I started. "It'll wash up on shore," he said, then leaned down and kissed me. I quickly lost myself to the kiss, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. His hands went to my sides, pulling me in closer. As we stood there, kissing, another wave crashed against Dean's back. My feet lost their grip on the ocean floor, but Dean stayed steady. I wrapped my legs around his hips. He was a rock that I could cling to, and as another wave hit us, I found myself gripping him even tighter.

My chest tightened with anticipation and breathing no longer seemed important. His hand was on the back of my neck with his fingers tangling in my hair. He pulled me toward him, pausing just a breath away. Our lips hovered apart for an infinity, sharing a breath in the moment, knowing that we could never go back to the way we were after this. I closed the last centimeter, pressing my lips into his. His lips were so soft against mine that I forgot entirely what I was doing. He pulled back, a smile crossing his handsome face before pulling me into him. It was a no-holds-barred, rock-my-world kiss that left me unable to do anything but kiss him back. Our tongues tangled and merged, as the tide

Eros stays frozen for a second, then he parts his lips for me and lets me kiss him for real. Hm, he tastes like beer and his lips are soft but firm at the same time. The kiss just lasts two seconds, though. Eros pulls back before I'm ready and blinks a lot, putting a hand on his chest like a frightened old lady. "I felt stuff," he says, eyes wide and scared, "My soul… it got happy or something. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way just with a kiss.”

I spat, the lie sharp on my tongue—a blade I wielded to cut us both. His thumb grazed my jawline, calloused and deliberate, pausing to press against the pulse point beneath my ear. “Mentirosa. (Liar)” The word curled like smoke, dark and knowing, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. His smirk deepened, eyes glinting with a predator’s certainty. “You kiss like it means everything,” he murmured, his voice a velvet rasp. His other hand drifted to the small of my back, fingertips skimming the waistband of my jeans—a featherlight touch that scorched.