Summer Kisses Novels & Stories

“We don’t have time to waste.” One by one, they marched out, their boots thumping against the floor. Of course, Amara was last. Her hips swayed, giving off that same silent challenge she always did. She paused at the door, stealing a quick glance back at me—just for a second, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mix of confidence and mischief. It was infuriating. Then she was gone, vanishing down the hallway. That left just me and Aleksander in the silence. He sighed through his nose, arms crossed. “You’re playing with fire, Viktor.”

I saw him smiled and stared away shyly I love you; he said staring at me I stared at his eyes and smiled I love you too; I said shyly He stared at me sweetly I didnt even know when we moved our lips closer to each other Our lips met and we kissed passionately He bit my lips so sweetly He is really a good kisser; I thought We kissed for a very long time He caress my body so sweetly Suddenly, we heard a sound of footstep and someone coughed We quickly unlocked from the kiss OMG! Such a mood spoiler.... . T.B.C

She shows me a piece of yellow bikini that's extremely eye-catching. "I'm sure you're going to rock in it," I answer with a smile. "Miami chicks, better watch out for your men," she screams her usual lines, forcing a smile out of me, before breaking into a heavy sigh. "Even if I can't have Liam, this has been the best summer ever." Can we not talk about Liam?

“Oh, come on! We're not living in the Middle Ages! Now women can kiss men before marriage. Worry about your reputation and career, not me.” “But...” “You shouldn't have come up with that idea in the first place. Now be a real guy and show consistency. Imagine if it's just a kiss in a movie. Or that you are taking an acting class, the topic - a passionate kiss.” At the sound of the word 'passionate' Brylski turned even paler. After all, Anita was like a sister to him! Except that Anita was not his sister. Anita was a young, beautiful woman, with whom he grew up and who was always beside him...

I beamed into his bright green eyes and took a still breath before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready,” I told him, placing my hands on his shoulders and drawing his lips near to mine. Slowly, like the setting sun and the ocean horizon, our lips came together on his island. The soft scent of a tropical island, the waves, and the beach mingled with his cologne and I knew that I would forever be in love with his island kisses.

I whisper to him. Brye looks at the lady under him. Her eyes were sparkling and she looked lovely. He caressed her cheek while she tried to pull him closer to her, wanting him to kiss her pains. He’d be more than willing. He’d kiss all her pains if it meant that she’d be his. It was all a gamble for Brye. He was gambling with something so unsure and full of uncertainty. And right now, he’s against the greatest hurdle. He was tempted. He’s sucked in. He pressed her lips again with her, passionately kissing those pretty lips, wanting to bruise them, mark them as his.

Part 4: Midsummer Dreams Summer Holiday tossed and turned in the middle of a dream that had visited on and off her whole life. She knew she was dreaming, but she didn't want it to end. The sand was warm beneath her feet and the surf lapped softly against the shore. No one else was around, just the two of them. The handsome, golden-haired man gazed at her with his midnight-blue eyes. He reached for her and she walked into his arms. He was mostly naked, a pair of cut-off jeans his only covering. She had on a sundress, with a bikini underneath. This part of the dream was the same, had been since she could remember. As she'd gotten older though, it had grown more and more explicit. Now, sometime

The intense fluid dynamics swirling between us, laced with the heavy aroma of chocolate and rich cigar smoke, burned all the way down my throat. Matteo deepened the kiss even further, burying me into the luxury mattress of the yacht without breaking contact for even a fraction of a second. Right in the thick of that breathtaking, dense lust, along the wet bridge linking our mouths, I felt his own slick moisture, his saliva, slip into my mouth with a searing heat. The moment was so overwhelming that Nova—the ultimate clean-freak queen who normally loathed everything and lived life through antibacterial sprays—swallowed his warm fluid, drowning inside a massive vortex of desire. That wetness s

His lips were warm, firm, and demanding, crushing against hers with a sudden, overwhelming intensity that made Summer’s knees turn to water. The world around them completely vanished. The sound of the crowd, the whir of the cameras, the threat of the scandal—all of it faded into the background, replaced by the dizzying, terrifying sensation of Jaxson’s hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. And as the cameras around the courtyard flared to life again, capturing every single passionate, unfiltered second of the kiss, Summer realized with a jolt of pure panic: Playing this part wasn't just going to be hard.

Over summer break, right after graduation, my parents, Stuart and Rachel Powell, decided the whole family would take a road trip together. But the moment I hauled my suitcase up to the car door, Mom's hand shot out to stop me. "There's no room. Maybe you should just sit this one out." She glanced back at the seat behind her. "Aiden doesn't want you along, either. He's not feeling well right now, so give way to him." My knuckles went white on the suitcase handle, and my throat turning bitter. Aiden was the biological son they'd lost years ago and only just found again. Ever since he came back, everything that used to be mine had gone to him. Slowly, I'd been pushed to the margins of t