In His Kiss Bridgerton Novels & Stories

“What are you doing, Marcus?” Samuel instantly became anxious after seeing Marcus force a kiss on Amanita. He rushed up to attack Marcus, but Dennis stopped him. Others may not understand, but Dennis was an orphan as well. He knew what Marcus would do next. This was Marcus’s only chance in his life to kiss the person he loved. When he was nearly out of breath, Marcus finally let go of Amanita. He pushed her away and said, “Nita, don’t be sad for me. Don’t cry for me either. I’m not worth it.”

I reciprocate the kiss and I wrap my arms around his neck. I moan as he teases my nipples through my clothes, he then kiss my neck to the back of my ear. I cling to his chest as I kiss him back with so much pressure. We didn't notice the elevator door opened until someone shouts "Get a room bitches " We break the kiss to look at the guy who was just entering the elevator. "Go get laid bro, stop being bitter" Hunter huff as we step out of the elevator. "I don't even do girls"

I mean its true. He’s Daniel Green. The golden boy. I’m Kisses Jackson. The lonely nerd. “I love you Kisses, I really do. Don’t listen to them. You and I both know that you aren’t a prude” He holds my face, staring in my eyes, a small smirk on his face. “Daniel yes I am. I’ve literally done shit” I blush, kissing him on the cheek. “I see some of the clothes you wear. Risky stuff Kiss” He jokes.

He asked releasing the kiss. “ I love you” she whispered and kissed him, Harden watched her kiss him deeply while he kissed her back, the taste of their hot mouth and wet tongue was so intense that they didn’t want to let go. Harden is quite surprised by her sudden intense kissing while they stand at the entrance of the balcony. Adele breaks the kiss looking at him. “I want to taste you” she whispered for Harden to hold her face. “Tell me who made you sad?” He asks for Adele to smile.

I closed my eyes, soaking in the feel of him so close to me, of us sharing the same air. “That’s what I needed,” he said. “Now I can make it through.” “It’s not so bad,” I said lightly. “I hate the breakup scene with you,” he said, “And every scene that follows.” Oh. His kiss with Bridget. “You are the only want I want to do this with,” he whispered, voice quiet in the already quiet room. My heart leapt forward in my chest. I felt the same. “It’s just for show,” I reminded him. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

I tell him. He is in a tuxedo but without the jacket, he walks over to me and I turn around. He places a kiss behind my ear and whispers to me, “You are breathtakingly beautiful Luna,” I shiver from the kiss and I turn to face him once he has zipped me up. “You are amazing, you also look like a king right now,” I tell him.

He was obviously still sulking about what I said earlier so I decided to have mercy on him. “ Lord Kristen Alexander Scott is my ideal man..” I placed my hand on his cheek and for a brief moment he'd forgotten his name before a big smile spread on his face and he leaned in for a kiss which I accepted without hesitation. The kiss started off slowly and soon intensified as he began Trailing his cold fingers through my body. I fidgeted with his buttons and eventually got his shirt off while he planted kisses all over my body. “ This has to go.” He whispered with a hoarse voice as he ripped off the bikini earning a gasp from me..

The air shifts; everything else — the shouting vendors, the bustling crowd, the cold November air — disappears. Then, still watching me, he brings his thumb to his mouth and licks it clean. My breath catches. And then he’s leaning down, catching my mouth in a kiss that’s soft but far too certain, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. The taste of strawberry lingers between us, warm and dizzying. When he finally pulls back, his lips curve into that infuriating grin. “You’re right,” he murmurs, almost smug. “It is good.”

“And never—not once—have I seen him look the way he did after that kiss you gave him at the bathroom door this morning.....Yeah, I saw you guys.” My hand paused mid-swipe as I wiped the counter. “That wasn’t—he kissed me.” The words tasted like a confession. James arched a brow. “Okay, maybe I kissed back,” I muttered, face warming. It had been…electric. And utterly unexpected. He smiled, taking a sip of the coffee I had set down for him. “He’s walking around this penthouse like a lovesick teenager. Checking his watch like he’s late for a date that hasn’t even started. Smiling at walls. Sir, I had to ask him if he needed a personal day. You broke him.”

I give him my best pout, my eyes wide and pleading, hoping to sway him with my charm. He chuckles, clearly unable to resist my playful demeanor. “Of course, anything for you,” he replies, his tone teasing yet affectionate as he leans in and plants a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss is tender, a sweet connection that sends a rush of warmth through me. It’s a moment that feels both intimate and light, a perfect way to transition from the day’s work to a relaxing evening spent together.