Plant A Kiss Book Novels & Stories

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

I couldn't give him a response because all I wanted at that moment was for him to touch me; to touch every inch and corner of my body like he owns it. Professor Blake started leaning closer, and I shut my eyes as out lips met. As our lips met, it was like two stars colliding in the vast expanse of the night sky. His lips were soft, warm, and inviting, and the taste of his affection was sweeter than any dream I had ever known, or any book I've ever written. The kiss was a slow, sensuous exploration, as if we were savoring every moment, every sensation, of this long-awaited union.

“Hey, that’s ok. You want to try that again, only a little slower?” Before she had a chance to answer, Alex started kissing her, slowly moving his hands down her back, gently pulling her closer. It had been so long since she had felt this kind of passion from a man. Passion that had been building up for weeks, or maybe it was a lifetime. She pulled away from him and tried to breathe. “I really am sorry,” she held up the envelope. “These are contracts from Prelude Press. They bought the book! I guess I got so excited, I just had to kiss somebody, and you just happened to be there and...”

A shiver of anticipation traveled down my spine, as Malik's hand gently cupped my face, his touch both tender and possessive. His fingertips brushed against my cheek, sending waves of warmth through me. I closed my eyes, surrendering myself completely to the intensity of the moment. With a surge of courage, Malik closed the distance between us, his hand gently cupping my face. And in that fragile moment, he planted a tender, yet fiercely passionate kiss on my lips, igniting a spark that burned brighter than any threat that loomed over us.

She couldn't say anything and could only stare blankly at him as he ran. As she was the only one in the garden, Madison helplessly shook her head as there was a faint smile hanging on her lips. She stared at her books, smiled broadly, and mused, 'So this was how it felt to be kissed? It's addicting, as they say.' "I don't think I'll get pregnant because of that kiss. Besides, it's only twice," Madison muttered to herself. Smiling, she picked up the book she was reading a while ago and flipped through it.

With a tender gesture, Ezekiel drew her closer and pressed his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss. As their lips intertwined, the world around them disappeared, and they were lost in the moment. Their bodies pressed together as if trying to become one. The kiss was slow and deep, filled with passion and longing. It was as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now that it was here, they were not willing to let go. The kiss became more intense, and they both knew that this was just the beginning.

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

Then his hand moved gently to the side of my face and paused. That pause mattered. It reminded me that nothing about this relationship would ever again be taken from me without my consent. I closed the distance myself. Our lips met softly. There was no desperation in the kiss. No attempt to reclaim six lost years. No hunger to erase the past. It was simply a beginning. A quiet acknowledgment that we were choosing each other again. When we separated, Adrian rested his forehead against mine. His eyes remained closed for a moment. Then he smiled. "What?" I whispered.

she whispered, barely audible. “This.” Kayla leaned in, her breath warm against Susan’s mouth, smelling of mint and something intoxicatingly feminine. Her lips, soft and full, pressed against Susan’s, a tentative exploration at first. Susan’s eyes fluttered shut, a silent surrender. Kayla’s kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, her tongue tracing the seam of Susan’s lips. Susan’s mouth parted on a soft moan, inviting the intrusion. Kayla’s tongue slipped inside.

"Stephen ..." She looked up, only to found that Stephen had planted a kiss right on her lips. ***