Suits Kisses Novels & Stories

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

Stepping aside, she watched as he adjusted the suit, ensuring everything was in place. He turned to her then, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. He closed the distance between them, his hands cradling her face as he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both bright and overwhelming. The kiss was deep, passionate, and utterly consuming, leaving her breathless. Her hands instinctively clutched at his suit, holding on for support as he kissed her senseless before finally, reluctantly, pulling away.

Ivy's heart raced as he leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss, like a whisper of promise. Victor's lips were warm and inviting, and Ivy felt herself melting into him, her heart soaring with emotion. The kiss deepened, Victor's tongue tracing the outline of her lips, sending sparks of electricity through her body.

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.

His kiss was sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell. I didn't want to fall for another tourist. You're not falling, I told myself. You're simply enjoying. I knew he was going to leave and I would be sad. But I would also be far more disappointed if I missed this. His kiss was insistent, intoxicating, and driving me insane. I wanted to melt into him and let him melt into me. I wanted to kiss every inch of his skin. Every inch.

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

“If anything, you're too good.” I let out a nervous breath that sounded almost like a giggle. “You're okay with dating a girl with about three hundred dollars in her bank account? It's going to make it a little tough for me to split the bill at the opera.” He grinned. “The guy's supposed to pay anyway on a date.” I wasn't sure if he kissed me, or if I kissed him. Either way, our lips connected just the way they were supposed to. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. It was love.

"Drink, yeah. Why not?" "I thought you have to get up early tomorrow." Kyle unlocks the car and gets in. "Oh, I'm suspended." "Kyle!" "Come on, we'll figure it out, right?" I close my eyes and take a long breath "I'm in love with a psychopath." Then I hear movement, and the next thing I know is Kyle is kissing me right then and there. "You never said you were in love with me before." He smiles and kisses me again. *** Eva "Hey, what's up?" I pick my phone up and Chis showers me with a million words a minute.

She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier. “It’s not something like that,” he corrected her immediately before she could think of a deeper meaning of the kiss. “He’s just thankful, and he paid back through a kiss.” “People don’t do that when they’re thankful. It occurs to people who are close to each other. But when it’s about Yric, I think he likes you.” She even pointed her finger and drew a heart shape in the air that only annoyed him more. “Do you know that you’re not helping?”

“But it would be nice to get a kiss goodnight.” The car motor was rumbling as she leaned over and softly kissed his lips. The sweetness of her kiss was like tasting the finest wine. The softness of her lips moistened his thirsty mouth. He was absurdly aroused and dumbfounded by what he should do. Even though his mind knew Susan’s rules, his dick had it’s own thoughts about the matter.