Thanksgiving Kisses Novels & Stories

My face was mare inches away from his chest and I leaned in a little, placing my lips on his chest. "I love you and thank you for the happiness that you've given me. If you never came into my life then I probably would be dead by now but thank you. Thank you for giving me three beautiful kids, for this amazing ring, and for always being by my side and being the rock that I lean on when I don't have the strength to stand alone. I love you and you are the most amazing thing in this entire world," I kissed his chest again and proceeded to his shoulder making small mouth open kisses. I don't even know why I was suddenly doing it but I'm guessing it was my way of trying to show gratitude and lo--

She had never thought words like that could make her hot and wet so quick. Francis leaned down and claimed her lips instantly earning a moan from her. Her brains literally went off from his sensational touch and heart melting kisses. She loved his kisses although they literally made her loose her sanity. He shoved his tongue into her mouth which she gladly accepted, she wrapped her arms around his neck wanting to taste him more and better.

I explain while holding both her hands and rubbing her tense knuckles. She nods, and I pull her to me. My lips touch hers, and it feels like coming home. I move my hands into her tumbles brown waves, and she tilts her head. Our kiss deepens, and I groan in my head. As much as I love this moment, I have to end it. If I don't, the topic at Thanksgiving dinner might be the tent rising in my pants. Just as I pull away, a knock sounds on my window, and we both jump. I detach myself completely from a now red Shelby and open my door.

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

Somewhere between physical therapy sessions and late-night conversations, between the way he looks at me like I matter and the way he treats Chase like family, I started caring about Kade Kingston. And that's exactly why I have to walk away. I move closer. Close enough to smell his cologne, see the gold flecks in his eyes. Close enough to feel his breath hitch when I lean in. I kiss his cheek. Soft. Quick. A goodbye disguised as gratitude. He goes completely still. Not pulling away, not moving closer. Just frozen. "Thank you," I whisper against his skin. "I wish we had met under different circumstances." I pull back, memorizing his face.

She placed a gentle kiss on Kathrine's forehead, her voice tinged with emotions as she whispered, "Dorian, thank you." "No, thank you," I replied, my voice filled with genuine gratitude and love. "Thank you for being in my life, for accepting my love for you." A surge of emotions coursed through me, making my heart race with anticipation. Her smile, radiant and enchanting, illuminated the space between us. Without hesitation, she closed the distance between our lips, sealing our words with a tender kiss. The sensation sent an electric current coursing through my veins, igniting a fire within me that burned brighter than ever before.

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

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.

She wanted to slap herself for not coming up with anything more sensible to say. "There's a way to thank me, Ally. I don't accept thank-yous," he grinned and leaned closer once again. She felt self-conscious, so he pulled away but still wore a mysterious smile. "Let's go," he said, heading out of the car before circling back to open her door. "Thanks." "I told you, I don't accept thank-yous," he suddenly pulled her by the nape and kissed her cheek. "Next time you say thank you, you owe me a kiss," Ethan winked at her.

That was how you said _thank you, that meant everything to me. Her mother used to do it to her father when he brought back the shiniest shells. Her friends did it when someone shared food during a storm. Even the elders did it after council meetings if someone made a good decision. A kiss was appreciation. A kiss was _I see you._ A kiss was never forbidden. So when she asked, _Can I kiss you?_ she meant it in the nicest way possible. She meant _thank you for the shirt. Thank you for the eggs. Thank you for not looking at me like I’m strange._