Kissing Booth Book Novels & Stories

I don't stop my advance until my bare chest is pressed against his, my lips so close to his I can feel his warm breath brushing against them, tempting me. Once I kiss him, I'm not sure I'll have it in me to stop. But right now, I don't care. He wraps his hand through my hair, lips brushing tentatively against mine. I'm not sure which one of us accelerated the kiss first, but in one moment it was soft, careful and sweet, and the next, my breath has almost been completely stolen from my body, Kastriv tongue sweeping through my mouth as if he owns it. I hold onto his shoulders, digging my fingers into his skin. With one hand on my hair, the other on my waist, he keeps me pinned against me, kiss

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

"You two… have known each other for a long time, haven't you?" Her tone was questioning, but her eyes—sharp like a hawk's—made it clear that she already knew the answer. Her gaze was so piercing that it made my skin crawl. After a moment of tense silence, I forced an awkward smile and pulled her aside. "Eleanor, I…" She took out her phone and showed me a photo. "Ivy, I came across something recently." I leaned in and saw it—a record of me purchasing contraceptive pills online. The quantity was significant, enough to last two or three years.

"If that is the case then you have a lot of diseases inside of you and I'm not sure I want to kiss you." "Of course not. And you know that about me. I'm a one-man woman. Don't you believe me when I say that I have not had another after you? You have been on my mind." "Well, I'm not your woman. We are acting, remember?" I blamed the pregnancy hormones for how I felt. "I'm still not sure I want to kiss you because this whole thing seems like a set up. You have probably been waiting for the moment when they would ask you to kiss me. I'm certain it's preplanned with them."

They were dark, hungry and fixed on me like I was his prey. And I wanted to be. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh and the other. His breathing turned ragged and his hips twitched toward my mouth. I took my time. I kissed the veins on his cock in featherlight, teasing manner, until he let out a low, desperate groan. "Bowie, please." I smiled against his skin. Then I wrapped my lips around his cock. The camera flashed. I took him into my mouth slowly at first, letting him feel every inch of my tongue, every movement of my lips.

After a week of them sharing a kiss in a stupid game of 'spin the bottle'? Why now? What changed? She'd like to know. Could it really be the kiss? Brooke says it is but she doesn't believe that. As stated before, it's Christopher Hayes we're talking about. He's the subject matter. The protagonist. He probably kisses new lips every night. Better lips. More experienced lips. So NO, it can't be because of a kiss that he notices her now. A kiss that originated from playing that stupid game at the party. Stephanie walks to her locker to get ready for class with all those thoughts in her head.

He pushes my skirt up to my waist and his mouth is on the inside of my knee, and his lips drag a slow path up my inner thigh while his hands spread my legs wider on the table, and a boy at the desk directly below our room is highlighting a textbook and if he tilts his head back even slightly he will see me sitting on a table with a man kneeling between my open thighs. Knox pulls my underwear to the side and his tongue drags flat up the center of me and my hands slam against the table surface behind me to keep myself upright, and the challenge now is that I am facing a wall of glass in a public library while Knox Voss works his mouth against my pussy with the same focused precision he brings

Her minions, Alexa, and Tia, watch with giggles flying from their asses. "I don't think I will. You're gonna have to fight me for it," Kelly teases. I get up from the lawn chair, and as I do, Tia and Alexa hold me back by both of my arms. Their horseplaying is humiliating and uncalled for. "You're pathetic. Tell you what, I'm gonna do Train Tracks. I'm going to rip this nerdy shit novel in half." "Don't...do...that!" I beg. Kelly rips The Kissing Booth novel in half and tosses both halves into opposite ends of the pool.

We were back in class as Kate was feeling better after seeing her menstrual cycle at school. I considered Kate to be a beautiful lady, she's tall and fairly built and a cheerleader at school. I hadn't told her about my encounter with Nick Wow, now I say his name as Nick in my mind, not Nicholas. I turned to look at Kate munching some chocolate cookies. "That's gonna be too sweet for you," I said. She didn't say a word, this was the time to tell her about Nick or Nicholas. I met a boy today, he was....... "Hey beautiful", someone said from behind. Who could that be, I never talk to anyone in this class aside from Kate.