The Kissing Booth Book 1 Novels & Stories

I couldn't give him a response because all I wanted at that moment was for him to touch me; to touch every inch and corner of my body like he owns it. Professor Blake started leaning closer, and I shut my eyes as out lips met. As our lips met, it was like two stars colliding in the vast expanse of the night sky. His lips were soft, warm, and inviting, and the taste of his affection was sweeter than any dream I had ever known, or any book I've ever written. The kiss was a slow, sensuous exploration, as if we were savoring every moment, every sensation, of this long-awaited union.

A shiver ran through her, and she flattened her back against the slab of wood, anticipating his next move, her gaze licking the arousing sight of the V-part of his torso that disappeared into his pants. His hot gaze set her outsides on fire despite the winter air, and her insides burned when he crashed his lips to hers. Burned with need, lots of it. His kiss was tumultuous, punishing even, as he shoved his fingers into her hair, his taut body pressing against hers. His erection prodded her stomach despite the thick jacket she was wearing. Eva let him have his way with her lips, knowing he was upset she'd made him talk and this was his way of getting rid of the bad energy.

I don't stop my advance until my bare chest is pressed against his, my lips so close to his I can feel his warm breath brushing against them, tempting me. Once I kiss him, I'm not sure I'll have it in me to stop. But right now, I don't care. He wraps his hand through my hair, lips brushing tentatively against mine. I'm not sure which one of us accelerated the kiss first, but in one moment it was soft, careful and sweet, and the next, my breath has almost been completely stolen from my body, Kastriv tongue sweeping through my mouth as if he owns it. I hold onto his shoulders, digging my fingers into his skin. With one hand on my hair, the other on my waist, he keeps me pinned against me, kiss

She couldn't help herself but kissed me back. I smiled while our lips were still tasting each other and I pinned her to the door, she didn't react and was still embracing me. It was damn hot! We were being naughty. Pinning her more to the door, we kissed passionately, soft and smooth. Time was like in slow motion, I never kissed a woman like this before. I could felt her catching her breath but it didn't stop us. I didn't know how long we were kissing but I love the way she was kissing me back, it was turning me on. But then unfortunately, a sudden knock disturbed us and she hurriedly pushed me.

I returned her kiss but with a passionate kiss which caught her off guard. "To return your confession in the car earlier, I love you too," I told her after the kiss. She stared at me with a blushed face. She slapped my chest due to her shyness and headed to the bathroom. Cassandra POV I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped on my body. I reached the wardrobe and surprised by the clothes that I saw inside. There were plenty of dresses, nightwears, and even lingerie. I suddenly felt the heat crept on my face looking at the lingerie, having the thought that Carlos was the one who prepared it.

She tilts her head slightly, like she’s waiting to see what I’ll do. “Calla,” I murmur, my hand brushing against hers. The bond sparks instantly, pulling at me, demanding. “Yes?” Her voice is low, almost uncertain. I don’t answer. Instead, I lean down, closing the space between us, and press my lips to hers. Her breath catches, but she doesn’t pull back. The kiss starts soft, almost hesitant, but the bond flares and Darko surges inside me, urging me to claim her, to deepen it. I do, and she responds, her hand sliding up my chest, gripping the front of my shirt.

“This is not a thing. You kissed him. It was good. Let it go.” I heard a soft knock and I opened the door thinking it was a flight attendant. It was him. Before I could speak, he slipped in and locked the door behind us. “I followed you this time” he said, voice rough. Needy. I forgot how to breathe. The space between us felt tiny. He looked at me, his voice quieter now. “We don’t have to do names. Or details. But I want to kiss you again.” I swallowed. “Then do it.”

The taste of alcohol and desire mingled as they kissed passionately, oblivious to the world around them. As the kiss deepened, Logan's hands began to wander, caressing Aliyah's soft curves. He slid his hands under her dress, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra, setting her breasts free. Aliyah moaned softly, her nipples hardening at his touch. She returned the favor, running her hands through his hair, pulling him closer, as if their bodies were made to fit together perfectly.

Nick’s kiss was a spark, his lips firm and warm against mine, igniting a heat that burned away the morning’s chaos—the cafeteria confrontation, Priya’s betrayal, the missing USB. His office door clicked shut behind us, the hum of the marketing floor muffled, leaving only the sound of our breathing and the faint creak of his desk as I leaned against it.

He closed the final distance. The first kiss was not an attack; it was a conquest. His lips met hers with exquisite slowness, a meticulous exploration. They were softer than she had imagined, but the pressure behind them was undeniable, demanding. He knew how to kiss. God, how he knew. His mouth moved against hers in a hypnotic back-and-forth that drained all strength from her knees. She sank against the wall, and her body molded itself to his in an act of instinctive surrender.