Lets Kiss Novels & Stories

His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first, as if he was savoring the moment before fully committing to the kiss. Avery's breath hitched as their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss. Cruz's lips were soft and warm, moving against hers with a gentle but insistent pressure. The kiss was a dance, a slow and sensual exploration of each other's desires. It was as if Cruz was pouring all of his emotions into that kiss, letting her feel the depth of his affection and the intensity of his feelings.

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

It's the first time in weeks anyone's touched me like they actually wanted to, not like I'm something breakable or something contagious, just a friend who missed me. "I slipped the invite under your locker, by the way" she admits, pulling back, wiping quickly at her eyes before anyone can see. "I wasn't even sure you'd come, but I figured if you did, maybe we could finally talk. I've missed you so much it's honestly embarrassing." "You're an idiot," I say, but I'm smiling now, something loosening in my chest that's been tight for what feels like forever. "A sweet idiot. Thank you."

I lean up on my tiptoes kissing his soft lips. Reece doesn’t hesitate deepening the kiss, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues swirl together in a battle for dominance. Reece sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and I giggle, the sensation sending tingles through me. He breaks away from the kiss, and I turn back to Raikin who kisses me eagerly.

"If we're divorcing, then that's it. Why would I be upset?" The crowd around us looked confused. No one could understand why Wendy would agree to something so absurd. Eva stepped forward again, looping her arm through Wendy's. She smiled warmly. "My dear, I truly like you. You saved my son, Thomas. When he wakes up, and if you don't mind, you should marry him and become part of our family." Cheers and applause broke out immediately. "A good person like Dr. Summer won't have trouble finding someone better!" "That man has no idea what he's losing!"

I whispered, my voice heavy with a mix of desire and pain. Without waiting for a response, I leaned in and kissed her. Our lips met slowly, and gently, testing the limits of the moment. The kiss started tenderly, a shy attempt to connect our worlds that seemed so far apart. But gradually, what began as something soft transformed into a storm of emotions.

I can't help but smile as I gaze at her, caught up at the moment. She notices my admiration and playfully asks, “See something you like?” I gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, meeting her gaze with affection. “No, I see someone I love.” In response, I lean in for a slow, sensual kiss, attempting to convey the depth of my emotions through the tender connection of our lips. The world fades away, and it's just Kylie and me, lost in the enchantment of the moonlit garden. The warmth of the kiss reflects the love and longing that have been building between us.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

Kissed me good enough that if I had been wearing socks, they would have been knocked off. It felt freeing to kiss him, knowing that everyone already knew and supported us. “Wow,” I said, breathless from his kiss. That man knew how to use his lips in the best possible way. The kiss was short and sweet, but it still made me swoon. We were officially a couple now, especially if we were kissing in front of restaurants. “Blech. Some of us would like to eat,” Gabe said, gently pushing past us to get to the door. “Seriously, get a room.”