Summer Kisses Novels & Stories

He pulled Emma closer, kissing her deeply, pouring all his love and fear into it. “Whatever happens tomorrow,” he whispered, “I choose you. Always you.” She kissed him back with equal passion. “Then we face it together.” Outside, the rain began again…harder this time, as if the sky itself sensed the coming storm. Somewhere in the darkness, Lydia’s final ally was moving. And the lake house, their home, their sanctuary, was once again in the crosshairs. The summer that had begun with stolen glances and forbidden desire was ending in fire and blood.

Without breaking off the kiss, he turned the tap on the shower and warm water began pouring out. Sierra felt unstoppable right now. She kissed him hot and hungrily, roaming her hands all over his rock-hard body. Colton let out an appreciative groan before pressing his hands on the small of her back and pulling her up by her ass. Sierra’s legs were now straddling Colton as he carried her to the shower, still in her clothes and everything. Well, this is going to be one exciting summer, she thought. And anyway, Sierra figured she was already on Plan B, so she might as well make the most of it, right?

Gosh, those dimples. Out of nowhere, I pushed myself up and kissed him. He smiled against my lips and kissed me back, ever so passionately. Our tongues moved in perfect sync. His fingers fiddled with the buttons on my shirt and I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer, and pushing myself on top of him. “Ahem!” someone coughed loudly from the doorway. Seriously?! I pulled away and Jace cleared his throat. “Cassandra?” Summer called out, fully stepping inside now.

My pussy still throbbing with the need to finish what I’d started. She smoothed her skirt and sat on my bed close to me “How’s my sweet girl doing?” she asked, pinching my cheeks “So far, I’m good” I forced a smile, trying to ignore the wetness still coating my fingers. "Just... you know... chilling." “Honey, you have no idea how glad I am that you chose to spend the summer with me. We’ll catch up on your high school days and we’ll have so much fun before you head off to college” she held my hand and gave them a light squeeze. “I still can’t believe you're heading off to college soon. I’ll miss you so much. It’s incredible how much you’ve grown”

He was afraid he might die before he could confess his feelings and give me the perfect proposal he had promised me. That was why he kept reminding himself to go to Fall University and confess to me on Richmond Road—the place where he had first met me, and it was true love at first sight. Yet ironically, the repeated reminder was the very reason that caused his memory loss. Now, three years had passed, and I had suffered so much, living with a version of Ethan whose memories were frozen at eighteen years old. No one understood better than him that eighteen-year-old Ethan had been a complete jerk, just wearing a mask of obedience.

He smiled, a feral, roguish grin that promised nothing but pain. "Little beauty," Kai rasped, his voice dripping with a cruel fondness. "The uncle missed you. I brought you a gift to remind you of home." The camera panned out. There, tied to a chair on the deck of the submarine, was a figure. Summer. The girl had clearly been drugged; her head lolled to the side, and her skin was a sickly, ashen grey. The bandages on her wrists were stained with fresh blood. As the camera zoomed in, she began to thrash weakly, her eyes wide with terror, tears and blood mingling on her cheeks.

He raised his brow and smirked. I narrowed my eyes as I saw my cousin raise his hand to suggest something. All of the board members looked at him. “I think it’s best if we send Kinsella soon. She’s been in the Beach House summer last year and seemed to enjoy the beauty of the beach.” My jaw dropped at what my cousin said. Did he just…God! The board members all looked at me. Mr. Pines looked at me with a smile. “Then I guess, you know some people from the area, Miss Sloane.” He said in a formal tone.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

Tell me quick what to do. Rachel: Shower and bathe every crevice in your body and douse yourself with that jasmine scent you love. He'll love it when he peels you out of your clothes. Wear one of your tank tops so he can get an eyeful of your cleavage and have a hell of a time. Oh and wear your hair loose. Autumn bit her lip, hesitant to voice the fear she'd pushed back. But if she couldn't ask practical Rachel, who then? Autumn: What if my age turns him off? I don't think he knows how old I am, really.

“Is this some kind of proposal?“ I asked. Owen leaned down, not answering the question. His hair dripped rainwater onto my face as he kissed me softly. My heart soared in my chest, every fiber of my being taking flight. Owen was mine and I was his. We didn't have to be apart anymore. “Yes,“ I said, not waiting for him to repeat the question. “A thousand times yes.“ I leaned back in and kissed him again. Owen broke the kiss, and smiled down at me. "Jack and Emma met on vacation. You are my vacation. You are the person that makes me feel relaxed and wonderful. Wherever you are is home to me." I reached up and touched his cheek, losing myself in his cobalt eyes. "I love you, Owen Parker." "I lo