It's In His Kiss Novel Novels & Stories

“Let’s find out.” He leaned in, his mouth claiming hers with a fierce urgency that stole her breath. It wasn't a gentle kiss, but a primal, possessive act. His lips were soft, yet demanding, tasting of sandalwood and a faint, intoxicating hint of whiskey. He angled his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue, hot and insistent, plunging into her mouth.

But not for Kara anyway. He is holding a cup of coffee in his left hand, his macbook in the other. "Good morning Kara!" he brightly greeted her, showing off his deep dimples and perfect white teeth, completing his morning charm with a wink. Nevertheless, it did not brighten her always dreary mood, not even a notch.

he confessed, a hint of vulnerability shining through his confident demeanor. Before I could respond, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was momentarily taken aback, but the intensity of the moment swept me away. I responded to his embrace, reciprocating the desire that had been brewing within me for far too long. His lips were soft and inviting, his tongue dancing with mine in a perfect rhythm. It was a kiss unlike any other—a culmination of longing, yearning, and unspoken desires.

I said angry that he is making it seem irrelevant to talk about her and what I feel. He stood there looking at me for some time then moved closer. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make seem like I don't want to hear you out. And she is not my lover, you are." He gave me a kiss on the lips and I immediately pushed him away. I knew that with him kissing me I would melt in his arms and not tell him my thoughts.

I lost myself in his kiss. “You’ll get the only copy,” he whispered. “This is ours and ours alone. No one can ever take this from us. This is our secret, one only we share.” His breath tickled my ear and made a heat surge between my thighs. I wondered how he could make my body react so quickly without even trying. His chest was strong beneath me and I could feel something hardening against my hip. I couldn’t wait to get him back to the hotel room. “We should head back and start our honeymoon,” I whispered, pushing my hips against his. His hand tightened on my back and I wished I could have him right there on the sand.

He doesn’t say a word so I take that as a yes; I stand up and sit on the edge of the desk so that I am facing him. “Can I have your first kiss?” I ask, blinking up at him. For a moment, I am scared he’s going to reject me since Kaela’s is in the picture, but then his hands grip my waist in place the same moment his lips meet mine. Ivan Vexmore is a really damn good kisser, my fingers tangles in his hair as he deepens the kiss, I moan out loud straddling into his laps, Ivan inhales sharply, his hand sliding under the hem of my hoodie, his touch barely grazes my bare skin but it’s enough to make me moan out loud.

“What do you want me to say, Aela?” “That Finn is Aidan Sr.’s by-blow?” “By-blow?” Inessa repeated, her brow puckering. “His illegitimate child,” Aoife answered. “I need to get you hooked on historical romance next.” Despite myself, interest hit me. “You like romance books?” “Yes. We do,” was Inessa’s retort, but I sensed her bristling ahead of schedule. I raised my hands in surrender, because even though I wanted answers, I wasn’t a total bitch. Even if romance books hadn’t been my jam, I’d never give them crap about that. Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

NYX'S POV Before I could manage to respond, his lips descended upon mine in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that conveyed a multitude of emotions — longing, hunger, and a fierce possessiveness.In that moment, our lips melded together in a fiery dance, igniting a conflagration of passion between us. His kiss was intense, his lips moved hungrily against mine, seeking an unspoken connection that transcended the physical realm. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, revealing the depths of our desire and the unyielding magnetism that drew us together.

And…panties melted. “So.” I took a breath when I looked up at him because he stepped even closer, only a breath away. “We’re…We’re really going to…?” I turned too breathless to finish the question. He grinned wolfishly. “Oh yeah,” he answered. “We’re definitely going to.” When his lips pressed against mine, a buzz of desire ricocheted through me with startling awareness. Why were his kisses so freaking potent? I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more.