Kissing Note Novels & Stories

It felt as if it was the first time kissing her and it seems she had gotten better than before. He wasn't the only one doing the kissing as she also returned it with the same passion, her moans turned him on as his pants tightened. "Shit!" He muttered in between kisses. Once they were both out of breath, be placed his lips ok her neck, sucking on them lightly as he earned a moan in return. He moved slowly to the wall as he place her back against them. He pulled her shirt as he placed his lips in-between her breast, he twirled his tongue around them and she bit her lips from moaning. She began to grind on him as she felt so empty in her core.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

He got a diary and a pen, writing down today's date and the exact time the kiss happened, then at the end of the note, he wrote PEARL AND JEREMY in block letters. *

"I’ll be back in a minute. I need to take this call." As he walked away, her legs weakened so she had to find something to support herself. She sat on the bed, her heart still racing. The moment had been so close, so charged with intensity. But now, all she could do was wonder what would have happened if the phone hadn’t interrupted them. They would have had another kiss — that would be twice in a roll. An intentional kiss! And what excuse would she have had? As Alessandro took the call, her eyes wandered around the room. Her gaze landed on the side desk, where a handwritten note lay, partially hidden beneath a file. She frowned as she recognized the handwriting—it was the same as the notes

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

“Holy shit, Kaitlynn. Those were awesome. I kept picturing you wearing them and nothing else as I took you on top of my desk.” I bit my lip, trying to contain my pleasure. “Well… You can if you want,” I told him, walking two fingers up his chest. “I mean, if we can get our hands on that prototype when it’s made, and if it comes in my size.” “Oh, I will make certain it comes in your size,” he growled before kissing me again. When we came up for air, he stepped close enough to nuzzle his cheek in my hair as he glanced over his shoulder as if making sure no one else was around.

Now. I was already soaked. Had been since lunch, when he’d cornered me in the supply closet for a thirty-second kiss that tasted like spearmint and danger, his hand sliding under my skirt just long enough to feel how wet his morning voice note had made me. The note was still saved on my phone—twenty seconds of him stroking himself in the shower, growling “niece” right before he came. I’d listened to it four times on the drive over.

Said the note. I rolled my eyes, playfully touching the NO envelope before throwing it away and letting it fly at the ground. I opened the smaller letter carefully... inside it finding another note. It said: "Kiss me, Ryder." Take a shot each time you read the word mistletoe in this book.

Then suddenly, his large, warm fingers brushed against my cheek. He gently wiped away the lingering trace of tears, his eyes locking onto mine. I could barely breathe. The distance between us was so small that before I could think, he leaned in. His lips touched mine in a swift kiss—brief, yet enough to make my whole body tremble. My eyes widened, my heart threatening to explode. He didn't speak much after that. Instead, he placed a sleek black invitation card on the desk before me. Its gold-ink design shimmered with the emblem of a full moon and wolf wings.

"I don't know. They seemed like they were in a hurry. But, there was a note that fell out of the file. I kept it safe in case they returned for it." "Where's the note?" "There." He walked up to the desk and placed the note neatly on the desk. "Looks like it is written in Spanish." "Read it out then." "I don't understand Spanish." "Liar." Nathan echoed from the side of the room. "You are not a supportive brother." "I know." He threw Aaron a charming smile. I could see his cute pink lips parting ways and my inside yearning for one of those smiles. "Whatever. I'm not ready for another relationship yet."