Summer Kisses Novels & Stories

Anna pressed her lips together in a smile and set the watch on the table. “I’ll pass. I don’t have a thing for being wiretapped.” My hand stiffened. She sat down across from me and propped her chin on her hand as she asked with a smile, “Dr. Summer, did you enjoy the show last night? I even brought my purse into the bedroom on purpose so you could hear more clearly. Oh, but there were probably some parts that you missed. After all, John doesn’t just like to do it in the bedroom. He enjoys other places even more.”

If he’d been rejected, he’d stop driving past her house—and that would leave Helios free to offer me rides. No. I didn’t want that. Not ever. “Uncle Handsome, please have mercy!” Summer pouted, her big eyes wide and pleading. I knew that look—it worked on everyone. “Only if you kiss my cheek,” Apollo bargained. Summer leaned in without hesitation, planting a soft kiss on his skin. He tapped her forehead lightly instead of flicking it. “You’re the best, Uncle Handsome!” She kissed him again, and he laughed—warm, genuine, filling the room.

My body was responding with pure want and arching into him without me telling it to. A soft breeze came across from the ocean, cooling the hot kisses on my skin. I wondered if people could see us, since we were still outside and not secluded by windows or walls. Noah's hand was planted firmly on my breast, his fingers massaging me through the fabric of my dress. I moaned quietly, realizing that the only people who could see us at this private villa would be boats out on the ocean. With the darkening night, that would be close to impossible, but the thrill of possibly being seen was still there.

she said as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. None of them speak after that. They just stood there watching the night moves thinking about the same thing. That sunday night, where their fitness will be tested. There's nothing she crave more than the power they could have. And that's what make her the first daughter of the great Carmilla Mencia Hewson-Blake. - "I fucking hate summer", Kieran has been ranting about summer and the heat ever since he got out of his room. "And that's enough reason to...", Karma insisted which they both laughed to. "I still don't have something to wear!" she grunted as she jump on her bed again.

With Isabella in my arms and her gaze locked on mine. "We're celebrating..." She clarifies one of my questions. C'mon, Isabella... Don't leave me hanging. I hum. "Celebrating what?" I poke the bear once more. "My birthday. It's... my birthday." "Oh..." I smile, and without even thinking about it, I spin her out, away from me, before pulling her back toward me. Isabella's scent hits me first- fresh and floral. It's a light smell. The one where you have to be close enough to smell it. And, boy, am I close enough.

I lost balance halfway and found myself wrapping my legs around his torso under the water, my arms wrapping around his neck as I kissed him back hungrily. It felt like a million butterflies had erupted in my stomach, and for the next few seconds, time seemed to stop as we took our time, savoring every moment. His tongue flicked against my bottom lip and I gladly let him in, knowing that I was going to regret this later....but fuck that, he was such a good kisser it was almost impossible to resist. The kiss started to get more intense as Draven took over, slipping a hand under my shirt from behind before parting his lips and placing wet, hot kisses down my neck, causing me to moan in pleasure

Unable to resist the urge to touch her, I closed my hand around her wrist, pulling her closer until our noses touched. “You should be.” My voice was laced with frustration as I lowered my lips to hers, a promise of something forbidden yet irresistibly tempting. A rush of heat flooded my body as our lips met in a deep consuming kiss, igniting a spark that I knew would change everything. I pulled back slightly and looked into her amber color eyes that shined like diamonds. Fucking beautiful. “You’re treading on thin ice, angel.” My voice was a dangerous whisper. “Leave now, Summer, before you experience a scorching pain that will sear your soul, a torment you can’t even begin to fathom.”

“You deserve to be safe, to have a place where you’re valued and it's right here, whatever they're going to do? It doesn't matter but you're not going anywhere.” Her pulse quickened at his touch, and suddenly, the room felt smaller, the air between them charged. Their eyes met, and something shifted. Without another word, Summer closed the distance between them, reaching up to press her lips to his. The kiss deepened, quickly turning intense and fervent, as if they were both trying to convey everything they couldn’t put into words. Dominic’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, and she melted into him, losing herself in the raw heat of the moment. For a few blissful minutes, they mov

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