Kiss Chasing Novels & Stories

“Because I don't want to wait anymore. I'm done waiting. I needed to kiss you, at least once.” “Just once?” My heart stalled a little. I wanted to kiss him far more than just once. Billions of kisses wouldn't be enough. “At least once,” he clarified, bending his head to mine again. “But I'm not sure that even a million would satisfy me now.” “Ms. Page!” An urgent cry came as the door opened and interrupted my perfect night. Standing in the doorway was the party coordinator, looking incredibly flustered. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks red.

“You like what you see?” Katty finally realised she had been staring. She tucked her hair behind her ear and tried to act cool. Admiration and worship were clearly visible in her eyes and Ivan loved that greatly. “Should I go ahead?” he teased. Katty's face turned tomato red and she covered her face in embarrassment. Ivan took of the shirt and his singlet followed suit. “Wow…this is perfect,” Katty couldn't help but scream. “Thank you. Now, you can look all you want.”

Zarina gasps and thrusts her chest out further, pushing her tits into my greedy hands. The doors open with a loud ding, causing us both to jump. I chuckle and press a kiss to the top of her head, leading her out of the elevator toward our suite. As soon as the door to our room clicks shut, I press Zarina back against the wall with the weight of my body and slam my mouth over hers, thrusting my tongue in between her lips so I can finally have another taste of her. She moans softly for me, and then loudly as I tangle my fingers in her long hair and angle her head to deepen the kiss. A sharp thread of desire slices through me when I feel her teeth sink into my bottom lip.

I sigh and look at Bianca’s door. It’s cracked open. I stop before I push through it, though, and take a quick peek inside the room. And My heart shatters inside my chest. Soren is in Bianca's office. Bianca rises on her toes and wraps her arms around his neck. ...they are kissing each other.

“Just being close to you like this. No rushing. No fear.” Chandler’s eyes softened as he gazed at me. “I missed it too.” He leaned in and kissed me then—slow, deep, and unhurried. It wasn’t the desperate kind of kiss we sometimes shared when emotions ran high. This one was sweet and deliberate, like he was savoring every second. I kissed him back just as gently, parting my lips to let him deepen it. His tongue brushed against mine in a lazy, delicious way that sent a warm shiver down my spine.

He didn't want this, but the urge was too much. She was an insane girl who wanted to lure him into her web, and before he knew it. Chase moved his hands to her back and pressed hard on her, pulling her as close to him as possible. The kiss which started small turned intense such that both moaned out as their lips moved in unison. ’T…that's enough”Chase lashed out as he broke the kiss, moving away from her, but Jessy, who was panting and catching her breath, giggled and bit her lower lip. Her strawberry lip gloss lingered on Chase's lips, making him feel strange things.

Her breath caught, and she turned her head slightly to meet his lips with her own. The kiss started out tender, slow, almost like they were testing the waters. But then, something shifted. A spark ignited between them, and the kiss deepened. Daniel’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Tasha responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her fingertips. The rhythm of their kiss grew more insistent, more urgent.

She parted her lips unknowingly a little, giving him access to mark his territory. Warmth blossomed in Bianca's chest, sparks igniting as he leaned in more closely, lips softly smashing together, tentatively, again. The smell of her perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of her conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in her stomach. Her eyes balled out in shock but the intensity of the kiss was just too much that she couldn't help but slowly closed her eyes. Warmth consumed her as she leaned into the kiss, lips impossibly soft against her own.

Filled with something unspoken I can feel clawing beneath his skin. Our tongues meet. Twist together in that familiar hunger. He lifts me, pressing me against the wall at an angle. The kiss deepens. Consumes. Drinks me in whole. When we finally break apart, our breaths are ragged. “What… what did you mean, you chose me?” I ask. He grins. My legs are wrapped around his waist, my center pressed deliciously against his abdomen. Silence. “Chase?” I press. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Kitten.” He smiles. Boyishly. Softly. It's cute. “I got you roses and chocolates. They’re on the bed.”