Josh And Nessa Kiss の小説・ストーリー

Amara asked with a forced cheeriness, then dropped to her knees and crawled closer to him. Everyone gasped, but she didn’t care. When she reached him, she leaned close and whispered, “Kiss me.” “What?” Josh blinked in shock. “I said… kiss me,” she repeated softly, her voice trembling slightly. Josh froze. His eyes darted toward Xavier— “Don’t look at him,” Amara hissed. “Just f*cking kiss me, damn it.” Before he could say anything else, she grabbed him—and their lips crashed together in a kiss that was long, hard, and passionate.

she continued, making my eyes widened. “Joke?!” I asked in annoyance. They all nodded their heads. "Yes, and now you’re telling us that you did that dare. Meaning, you kissed him?” Izen uttered while grinning. "You didn't tell me right away," I said while pouting my lips in disappoinment. "We didn't know you would take it seriously," Jaicz said. I just rested my back at the seat. "But what happened? You really did it, right?" Jaicz asked curiously so I nodded.

He'd claimed it was purely professional, but the way his fingers had lingered on Sara's image told a different story. "Will there be kissing in the commercial?" Sam asked suddenly. Josh's fork clattered against his plate. Sara's wine glass froze halfway to her lips. "No, sweetheart," I answered quickly. "It's about perfume, not kissing." "That's too bad," Mia sighed dramatically. "Uncle Josh likes kissing movies. He watched that one with the rain five times." "How do you know that?" Josh demanded, looking mortified. "We saw it on your TV when we snuck into your room to play ninja spies!"

I chuckle at his annoyance, knowing he was probably closer to coming than he'd like to admit. I lean over Cassidy, kissing her lips as she yelps; Josh's having fisted her hips to take out his anger at needing that release, I guess. ___ "Is it safe to say you don't hate me now?" Cassidy asks Josh as we stand at the kitchen counter in nothing but our underwear, or in her case, that delectable white silk gown that's open—showing her very naked body below. Josh moves sideways, picking her up to dump her on the counter.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

“There's something I have to tell you.” And silence ruled the space. Confusion was an understatement of what I had on my face. I looked right and left before speaking. “What are you waiting for? Spill it already, Sia. Already.” “Before I get to the main thing—” She caught up with me on the bed, settling right next to me. “You remember the drama at school the other day - the one with me kissing Richard. You also remember how he announced to everyone we are in a relationship, do you recall all these?”

With a deft move, he twirled her back into his arms. “I’m not letting you run away from me this time, Sunshine,” Josh’s voice could be heard between the staccato popping of the fireworks overhead. “This time I’m going to hold on tight.” Everyone stood there, mouths agape, as the entire pier held its collective breath--until their lips crashed together in a sizzling, passionate kiss.

After a wonderful moment of eternity, we both loosened our limbs around the other. Jack offered his hand, pulling me up easily from the floor. He didn’t release it though, as he turned to the shower and stepped inside. I followed him into the spray of hot water and smiled. He hummed softly as he rinsed his hair, never releasing my hand. I stepped under the hot spray, letting it rinse the salt and sweat. The hot water coursed down the two of us as he leaned down and kissed me. His kiss still had a soft saltwater tang, and I smiled and leaned into him for more.

He took both of my hands in his and a small electrical current of sparks rippled over my skin. ‘Mate,’ Stella repeated. “Josh, how can you be my mate? It doesn’t make any sense.” He kissed me, long and slow, tasting every inch of my mouth and leaving no doubt that he was mine and I was his. I wanted to take back every bad thing I'd ever said about the Moon Goddess, and instead thank her for giving me the man in front of me. Mine. Josh was mine. Forever. “Your time is up,” said Rosina, raising her voice slightly to break through the haze surrounding Josh and I. “Get out of my house. Now!”