Just One Kiss By Susan Mallery Novelas e Histórias

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

“Just one little kiss. I wanna know what flavor’s got a thirty-five-year-old married professor and a six-foot-two felony risk losing their entire minds.” “Riley, no.” “Riley, yes.” She pounced. One second I was trying to escape, next second she had me pinned, knees straddling my hips, hands on either side of my head. She leaned down slowly, giving me every chance to shove her off. I didn’t. Her lips brushed mine, soft, stupid soft, vanilla chapstick and the tiniest hint of Taki dust. I made this pathetic little noise in my throat and kissed her back before my brain caught up.

5"> Evelyn POV The kiss was not like the one we'd share in the car. It was like the gentle, careful acknowledgement of two people navigating complicated feelings. This was the kiss he'd been holding back since I'd opened the front door three hours ago in a burgundy dress with a bare back and perfume that you had to lean in to smell. This was weeks of distance, regret, and wanting compressed into a single point of contact, and it hit me like a wall. His mouth was hot and demanding, his thumbs pressing against my cheekbones as he tilted my head back, deepening the kiss before I'd even finished processing the first one. My clutch fell from my fingers and hit the hallway floor. My hands grabbed

And she did it alone, in one night. “Who hired her?” I asked. Alek hesitated. “We don’t know.” I blew smoke toward the ceiling. “Find out. And find her.” “She doesn’t come for threats, Vik. Only for deals. Big ones.” I smiled, slow and cruel. “Then let’s give her a deal so dangerous it drips in blood.” He hesitated. “You sure about this?” “No,” I said. “But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.”

She rushed back to the young man and handed him the inhaler. He immediately took it, thanked her, and ran out of the house. She stood by the door, half of her body outside. She stretched her neck a little to see the person in the car. All her efforts proved abortive as the person she was trying so hard to see was facing the other way. She could only see his honey blond hair and his right hand. He appeared to be reading a book before the asthma attack. Her lips curved into a smile when she saw the name of the book he was reading. It was her second published novel 'EVERYONE HAS A LIL SIDE OF CRAZINESS.' She wrote the book when she moved into her apartment with her three closest friends. Stayin

Ever. My heart melted when he finally kissed me back, painfully slow, as if he was trying to fight his own instincts and conceal his anger. An arm made its way to my neck, and I followed his movement, holding the back of his neck and savoring his lips. This felt so right. He was being so gentle and slow, as if he was trying to pour all of his hidden feelings into the kiss. I wanted it to last forever, but due to a lack of oxygen, I finally had to pull away.

Shallow. Forbidden. And the moment cracked open between us like lightning. My thumb slid along her cheek. Her lips parted. Her pulse leapt beneath my hand. “Jake…” she murmured, not pushing me away this time. I kissed her. Slow at first, claiming, tracing her, feeling her melt and ignite all at once. Not tender. Not gentle. Possessive. Her fingers curled into my shirt. Her breath broke against my mouth. The air thickened, darker, hotter.

Eden said, his voice firm and emotionless. “And do you, Danica Laurent, take Eden to be your lawfully wedded husband?” I swallowed hard. “I do.” “You may now kiss the bride.” Eden stepped closer, his hand coming up to cup my chin. His touch was gentle but detached. He leaned in, and his lips pressed against mine for barely two seconds—a kiss so brief and passionless that it felt more like a formality than anything else. When he pulled back, I heard his grandmother sniffle happily from the front row.

They looked too good to resist. “God, you’re poison,” he groaned into my ear. I bit my lip without meaning to. “Biting your lip only makes me want to kiss you more.” He yearned. “Then do.” “I’ll be back soon,” he said again, loosening his grip and turning for the door,but stopped. And in the very next breath, he turned back, stormed toward me, and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss wasn’t gentle, at all. It was fire meeting gasoline, clashing and consuming. His hands gripped my face with a desperation that stole the breath right out of me.I clutched at his shirt, tugging him closer like I needed him to stay or I’d drown.

The doctors couldn't talk us out of it and eventually gave in. That afternoon, I returned to the hillside estate. Not long after I settled in, a maid came upstairs to inform us that a group of unexpected visitors had arrived. I forced myself to stay alert and let Julian wheel me downstairs. The neighbors from the seafood market were standing in the living room. Dressed in their best clothes, they looked awkwardly out of place in the luxurious surroundings. “Suzy, we heard you're getting married, so we came to see you.”