Just One Kiss By Susan Mallery の小説・ストーリー

So, Bryan didn't have to be bothered again. The woman smiled crookedly, "Your harsh reality is like the one in that photo, Bryan!" "What do you mean?!" "This story, between First Love or First Kiss!" he pauses, "and only Paula, who can be the key to all of these questions, Bryan!" Bryan cleared his throat softly, breaking the awkwardness surrounding them. "Sorry, I can't believe you!" The woman's smile faded at once. But a second later, she smiled sweetly at Bryan again. "Forget all this, Bryan! They were little kids then, who didn't understand kissing."

I rubbed my stomach, still sore from the miscarriage, and thought, 'I'm sorry, little one. You came at the wrong time.' Swallowing both physical and emotional pain, I replayed Melanie Jacobson's video. Her flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, and overflowing affection filled the screen. Below, comments were already flooding in. [I was there! I swear, Steven and Melanie were full-on French kissing!] [Wow! Steven's got moves. No wonder she looks so dazed. Did you see Lanie's face?]

She couldn't help herself but kissed me back. I smiled while our lips were still tasting each other and I pinned her to the door, she didn't react and was still embracing me. It was damn hot! We were being naughty. Pinning her more to the door, we kissed passionately, soft and smooth. Time was like in slow motion, I never kissed a woman like this before. I could felt her catching her breath but it didn't stop us. I didn't know how long we were kissing but I love the way she was kissing me back, it was turning me on. But then unfortunately, a sudden knock disturbed us and she hurriedly pushed me.

Maya stepped into the local Bar and Grill. She immediately becomes aware of being looked at. She squares her shoulders before moving to find a table close to the window. She sits down reaching for the menu. “May I join you?” Silly Sally instantly recognized her. The jealousy was fast building. In her furtive mind and smelling she knew whose scent she was finding intoxicated just by being this close to the girl. She watches the girl slowly looking up towards her. She can even recognize the kissed-bruised lips.

All the men that had been invited as guests were middle aged, and each one of them had a woman possessively beside them. After a while, she took in a deep breath and expelled it, moving out of the bathroom. She started the slow walk back towards Mirabel and her boyfriend when someone suddenly moved in front of her. She recoiled and started to scream, but the sound died in her throat when she looked up at the face. It was the guy she had kissed in her college cafeteria few weeks back. Her assaultee, if that was a word.

Slowly, their lips met. The kiss started soft, a tentative exploration, a nervous dance of tongues and shy touches. The taste of him—clean and sweet with a hint of cinnamon—was intoxicating. But then, as if a dam had broken, Evan deepened the kiss. His hand found the small of Millie’s back, pulling her closer. Their kiss transformed into a torrent of emotion, the initial shyness melting into a rush of heat. The world around them faded away as their bodies pressed together, seeking warmth and connection.

she whispered, barely audible. “This.” Kayla leaned in, her breath warm against Susan’s mouth, smelling of mint and something intoxicatingly feminine. Her lips, soft and full, pressed against Susan’s, a tentative exploration at first. Susan’s eyes fluttered shut, a silent surrender. Kayla’s kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, her tongue tracing the seam of Susan’s lips. Susan’s mouth parted on a soft moan, inviting the intrusion. Kayla’s tongue slipped inside.

“Well, yeah. That's it. I was just a girl living in a small town in Ohio, dreaming of a better life in New York, she finishes with a smile. I view her differently after hearing her story. I was handed luxury to take care of, but she had to build her own luxury from scratch. Impressive. She raises her head and I notice some stands of her hair have fallen out of place. So I reach out to tuck them behind her ears, but then in that moment, we lock gazes. The way her eyes bore into mine make my chest tightens, and I don't realize when I lean in close. Her soft, rosy scent does things to me. Our noses touch before our lips. The kiss we share is the slowest, softest kiss ever. This is nothing like

Dahlia’s P.O.V The kiss takes me by surprise—stunning me into stillness. It isn’t just the abruptness of it, or the way his lips move with such confidence against mine, but the sheer force of it, the undeniable heat that pulls me in, making my pulse pound like a war drum. Killian doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t falter. His fingers press into the small of my back as he pulls me down on top of him, deepening the kiss in a way that has my breath hitching in my throat.

What time I left my dorm. I’d deleted the account twice. Changed my email three times. They always found me. And now this man, this stranger who kissed my boss’s fiancée like he owns her, had just signed an email the exact same way. No. Focus. You have bigger problems. I pull out my phone and call June. He picks up on the first ring. “Well?” “They kissed.” Silence. The kind that makes my stomach hurt. “Where.” “Parking garage off Fifth and Lexington. I got a partial plate number—”