Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye Novel Novels & Stories

Not even an echo bounced back. Just then, the sound of a door opening came from his end, followed by Gianna’s voice, filled with thrill. “Lorenzo! Marco said that the seller for the Tribeca penthouse is going to give us two more weeks. Can we check out the place tomorrow?” His heartfelt confession came to an abrupt stop, his voice dripping with doting affection. “I just got stitches, sweetheart. Alright, alright, don’t get upset. It’s my fault. I’ll go with you tomorrow.”

My head was tilted toward his, lips still parted from the kiss we’d shared in the doorway. His hand rested low on my back, possessive even in public. The caption, in block letters cut from a magazine: *DRIVEN BY DESIRE. WILL KILLING YOUR PAST PROTECT THE FUTURE?* My stomach lurched. The restaurant blurred—tables, open kitchen, the faint scent of my own spices—until all I could see was Kael’s face. Pale. Controlled. But his eyes had gone flat, the amber gone cold. I called him before the call even finished ringing.

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He was about to reach for me again when the phone began to jingle off its hook yet again. “I think they want you almost as much as I do,” I said, glaring at the offending phone. Jack chuckled. He leaned forward and kissed me softly, our lips barely pressing together, but filling me with desire and the hope for more. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow,” he whispered, and then turned and stepped behind his wooden desk. The mask of power slipped over his features, turning him cold and indifferent. I towed the empty food cart out, closing the door carefully behind me. The heavy wooden door blocked the sound of his phone conversation, and I sighed and leaned back against it. That kiss...

Kiss me like there’s no tomorrow. ~ A. Gupta VIOLET MY Lips settled against his like a puzzle piece finding its original place. For a moment, we stayed still. Our lips slightly parted as we breathed for each other. And then my fingers impatiently tightened in his hair and his arm around my waist pulled me flush against his body as our mouths fused together. Our lips met in a hungry, hot and open mouthed kiss with our tongues trying to taste each other like it was the only thing we needed for our heart to continue beating its maddening rhythm.

I felt him twitch as he rode out our high. He finally broke the kiss for some air. "I thought our first time after so long would be in bed and romantic." He said with a smile. "I loved it this way much better." I gave him a quick kiss as he pulled out of me. "Our food should be cold." I giggled as I pulled my clothes on. "I will heat you a plate. And you better have enough energy because this woman wants her pony ride till she is sore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ We were like teenagers who had just fallen in love. We would be caught kissing when I was saying bye to him in the morning. Poor Maria found us so many times about to rip each other's clothes off, I swear we might give her a heart attack.

Our lips moved in sync, and I parted my mouth slightly, inviting him in, letting his tongue dominate mine. Everyone and everything faded around us. Heat pooled low in my stomach as electricity crackled where our bodies touched. I poured my farewell into that passionate kiss, hoping never to forget this moment. A treasured memento. He gripped my waist gently while the delicious sparks coursed through my body. I finally tore my lips away from his to catch my breath. His eyes were darker than normal, making my breath hitch. I’m sure my eyes looked wild. His forehead came down on mine, and he breathed in deeply, then nuzzled his nose in my neck. I tilted my head slightly to the right, giving him

When I couldn't control myself anymore, I pressed my lips to Felix’s lips, but he was too quick to stop me. “ Let's not do this, okay? I had a long day at the office today. Good night" He kissed my forehead and dozed off. I looked at him and realized I had no space In his heart anymore.

Perhaps it was from seeing too much of men's insincerity that she repeatedly told me how much she despised them. That was also why she was so firmly against marriage. But this time, when she made her offer, I cried and said, "It's too late." I told her I had already stepped onto the deadly path set by Chester and Florence, and I was halfway down it. Marigold said, "It's not too late. Wait for me—I'll save you."

And he just stayed naked, and very comfortable like he was enjoying watching me get ready to sneak back. The reality was settling in. When I got to the door, and I was about to leave. As my hands touch the doorknob. He came up behind me. And turned me around. Then his lips went starlight for mine. The kiss was long and slow and sweet. His hands cupping my face. Pouring something into it I couldn’t name. Goodbye for now. We broke apart. “Saturday’s tomorrow,” he said quietly. “I know.” “You’re still going.”