Novel & Cerita In His Kiss Bridgerton

" What will they say about us? " " That I can't stay away from my beautiful bride. " He winked at me. He kissed me again while someone was at the door. He sucked my lips and gave me a slow and romantic kiss. I almost forgot that someone was at the door, and all I could feel was the touch of his lips against mine. We were lost till there was a louder knock on the door. He broke the kiss and went to open the door. How could he be so relaxed after that kiss, and he was not embarrassed that someone was at the door?

My shoulders sag in disappointment. Reaching out, she rests a hand on my arm. "Hey. We'll figure it out," she tells me. "Yeah I know, it's not over, I'll find another way," I reply. "That's my girl." "By the way, the man you just kissed—people found him online! He is Aiden Kincaid! Billionaire! Quarterback! Every sport lover girl's wet dream!" Kiera thrusts her phone toward me. The screen shows a grainy replay of the kiss cam. My back is front and center, hair spilling down my jacket, while Aiden shows his jawline only.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “I love seeing you nervous,” he whispered in a deep and seductive voice. “It shows me what effect I have on you.” She turned her head sharply. “It shows nothing,” she snapped. He chuckled, a sound both amused and dangerous. “I want to feel your lips,” he said huskily. “Come on… kiss me.” Seraphina’s eyes widened. “Sir…..” “Shh.” He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheeks. “Come on, baby. Kiss me.”

“Britney.” The kiss ignited something deep within me, something that had been lying dormant, waiting for this moment. My body reacted instantly, my lips parting as I kissed him back with equal fervor. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed myself against him, losing myself in the feel of him, the taste of him. Every touch, every movement was a reminder of how much I had missed him—his warmth, his strength, the way he held onto me like I was his lifeline.

They stopped for a moment as if the man had whispered something to him and he turned to my directions and stared at me. I watched him turn away from the man and start approaching me but I didn't move an inch even though I could imagine how mad he was that I was disobeying his order. “Tessa” he calls out in this deep British accent and for a moment I wondered if he was so good with changing his tone or he just loved teasing the way my name would sound in his mouth in different accents. Before I could even reply to him all I felt next on my like were this hard kiss that I had never felt before.

Then he pulled me close and kissed me like we were the final scene of a K-drama soft, slow, and far too intimate for two strangers who hadn’t even exchanged names. What is wrong with me tonight? I asked myself, internally spiraling. Is it the drinks? The heartbreak? Or am I just hopelessly broken at this point? At first, i tensed tried to resist but then i gave in, my mouth parting, granting him full access in a kiss that was far too convincing for a fake. When he finally broke the kiss, he turned to the drunk man, wore a smug smile, and asked coolly, “Do you need something?”

He dipped her and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. The officiant sighed, “You may now kiss the bride,” he said, his lips twitching with a smile trying to break free. Finally, Nikolas released her for what seemed like ages and everyone chuckled more. Bruce rolled his eyes but Brooklyn thought that she noted a little jealousy in his eyes. Maybe now he too would start searching for a girl to settle down with!

I saw him smiled and stared away shyly I love you; he said staring at me I stared at his eyes and smiled I love you too; I said shyly He stared at me sweetly I didnt even know when we moved our lips closer to each other Our lips met and we kissed passionately He bit my lips so sweetly He is really a good kisser; I thought We kissed for a very long time He caress my body so sweetly Suddenly, we heard a sound of footstep and someone coughed We quickly unlocked from the kiss OMG! Such a mood spoiler.... . T.B.C

When I left the room, it finally hit me that a three-year relationship was over. "Wow, you've got a pretty firm grip," the young guy said, his soft voice snapping me back to reality. I realized I had dragged him halfway down the hallway. I quickly let go and apologized, preparing to leave, but he grabbed my arm. However, he held onto me. "You can't just kiss a guy like that and leave. You owe me now." Suddenly, the autumn air felt much hotter than it should have. His stare was so intense, it felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. I could not help but wonder if he was planning to use this incident to leech off me.

“No. I don’t know everything. I freaked out because the spawn of satan kissed me. You freaked out because you’d never kissed anyone in your life, and the first person you kissed happened to be me. We are not the same. I know how to kiss, I know how to date, I am happy with my life. Are you? Your best friend can’t hug you, I’ve seen your reaction to people even standing next to you. Unless you’re on the court, you don’t vibe with that. It’s like you’ve conditioned your body to have a phobia of touch.” “You don’t know anything. And if the kiss was that bad, why did it motivate you to hop all the way here to find me?” He’s got me there. Still, I can’t let him win. Am I even drunk? “I came here