Just One Kiss By Susan Mallery Novels & Stories

He kissed her back in the Edinburgh kitchen in the October morning light, with the coffee going slightly cold and the physics notes still untouched and the two photographs on the wall behind him, the castle print and the two children at the hedge. She thought: this is the record.' The beginning is the beetle book and the girl with her face three inches from the page. The middle is the wrong number and the deal and the hedge and the crystals and the footnote and the Hayes Prize and the fixed lock and the morning coffee from two streets over. The rest is this: two people at a kitchen table that fits them both exactly right. Something ordinary. Something entirely, completely real.

The marvelous kitchen was filled with scent of egg. It was she when laid eyes on the food that she realized how hungry she was. Her mouth watered as her nose filled with the wondeful smell. She swallowed the scent as if she was eating it when a voice startled her. "Good morning!" Justin said with a smile. "Good morning!" She replied as she pulled her eyes off of the food and onto him. His hair was messy and wet as it laid on his forehead. He smiled with his dimples that complimented his look and he was wearing a thin shirt that sticks to his body as his own skin.

He had come back earlier than promised, and the relief of seeing him overwhelmed me. I dropped everything, my bag, my purse, my phone, the flimsy veneer of my composure, and ran to him. My arms wrapped around his rigid form, pulling him into a desperate, clinging embrace. His expensive suit jacket felt like a shield, unyielding beneath my touch. My lips found his, a frantic seeking, a desperate plea. I kissed him like my life depended on it, pouring every ounce of my overwhelming relief, my missed longing, my sudden, chilling dread into that single, open-mouthed kiss.

‘Roth!’ Was that really her own voice, that soft, husky, and, yes, somehow invitingly sensual little thread of sound, gasping his name in a slow-drawn-out moan that was more invitation than protest? But it was too late to correct the erroneous message she knew instinctively, But it was too late to correct the erroneous message she had given; Roth was already acting on what he had obviously interpreted her ‘protest’ to mean, his hands lifting from her waist to her arms, her shoulders, as he drew her closer, his mouth fastening on hers as he kissed her, not as an old acquaintance or a friend of her brother’s, Elena recognised, her senses reeling, but in all the ways she had dreamed of him kiss

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

I wanted know what they would feel like. "Read to me." His voice came snapping me out of my reverie and I was glad he spoke up cause I had a feeling that he wouldn't have liked it if I had kissed him and so I simply nodded, slipped from his lap, sat back where I was earlier and picked up the first book. It was titled 'one kiss from you by Christiana Dodd, great for the moment! I opened the pages and began to read while Orian reclined on the seat with his arms spread out paying an attentive ear to my voice.

He lurches forward, grabbing my face, drawing me in to kiss him again. He wastes no time being gentle and sweet, his passion for me evident in the way he kisses me as if the world will end if he doesn't. My back bumps against the edge of the dining room table, my hand reaching out to brace me up as the weight of Kastriv's strong body presses against me. Suddenly my hand slips on something, and I nearly fall back. Kastriv grabs me, stopping my fall, helping me straighten. I turn, looking at a bunch of letters Kastriv brought in earlier splay out. The one at the very bottom catches my eyes.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

He turned, his eyes as deep as the water, and kissed me . For a moment, I let myself forget everything but that kiss. There was no island, no flight tomorrow, no having to return home alone, just this moment wrapped up in his embrace. I knew this would never happen again, that I would never get another moment like this. Tomorrow I would go back to my life in Iowa, he would go back to his life in Dubai, and that would be the end. Our worlds were just too different for it to happen any other way. "Hey! No making out on my boat!" Robbie yelled at us. I felt the blush flare across my cheeks as Owen let me go. I looked back to see Jack giving a small golf clap, but at least Emma was passed out on

I say smiling, and only when he smiles too do I notice what I just said. “He finally took me over,” he leans over me and kisses my lips. His hand goes to the back of my neck and gently pulls my hair, I open my mouth and his tongue touches mine tenderly, I rest my hands on his shoulders and return the kiss. Slowly we stop the kiss and finish with a kiss. “Chocolate," I whisper as he pulls away from me. His mouth tastes like dark chocolate, my favorite. He sits down on the bed and I finally notice how I am dressed, my body covered by a blue silk V-neck sweater. How did I dress you?