The Kissing Booth Book 1 Novels & Stories

Mum sighed dramatically, like she had been waiting her entire life for this question. “Well ” she began. “No, Mum, stop” “My first kiss,” she continued proudly, “was with your father. Behind the old community centre, on a Tuesday afternoon, after he pretended not to like me in class all semester.” “Oh my god,” I groaned. “Please stop talking.” But Mum was unstoppable now. “He smelled like mint gum and new textbooks,” she reminisced, eyes glazing. “And he had this haircut that made him look like a confused goat but I didn’t mind—”

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.

His eyes drew me into him, pulling me into his orbit and making me forget everything else. I thought he was going to kiss me. I stared at his perfect lips and wondering just how amazing it would feel to kiss him. There was a tension forming between us that was threatening to give off sparks if we didn't satisfy it. For one glorious moment in time, I was sure that he was going to lean forward, tip his head, and press his mouth against mine. I knew he would taste better than anything I could imagine and I wanted it. I wanted to kiss him, to touch him, to hear his voice all night long. Just as I was closing my eyes to kiss him, my heart pounding and mouth ready, the elevator doors chimed their

Ezra's POV: The kiss in my study had unleashed something primal, a raw, undeniable hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Her lips, soft and yielding, tasted of a forbidden sweetness that ignited a fire within me, a dangerous, possessive claim I couldn't resist. When I finally broke the contact, our breaths mingling in the charged air, her wide, trusting eyes held a bewildered vulnerability that both captivated and stirred a fierce protectiveness.

"Stop talking about the boat. Kiss me." Noah didn't wait. He lunged up, his mouth locking onto Vance’s with a deep, heavy hunger that carried all the leftover fear from the night. Vance groaned into the kiss, his tongue pushing deep and hard into Noah’s mouth, claiming him with that rough, savage possessiveness that made Noah’s knees go completely weak. Vance hauled him off the floor, pinning him straight back against the bedroom wall, his large hands ripping Noah’s trousers down because he couldn't wait to feel the heat again.

Exactly what I never wanted. “Reign! Wait for us!” I heard Aby and Chris yell behind me, their voices echoing across the cafeteria. I still kept storming out, my boots pounding against the floor as if I were running from something dangerous. I was trembling in anger, shaking so hard I could barely think. Dang it, if only I could punch his thick face again and not care about the consequences. How dare him steal my first kiss like that? That moment was supposed to be special. It was supposed to be romantic, shared with the boy I love, not forced on me by him. This has to be the unluckiest day of my life, hands down.

It felt almost cruel to have his mouth so close and not pressed against mine. "Do you want me to kiss you, princess?" he purred. My breathing waivered, as his warm breath feathered along my lips. Before I could answer, he connected my lips with his in a heated kiss. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed against him, halfheartedly. Ellis leaned closer, using his body to push me into the booth. I balled my hands into fists around his button-down shirt and pulled him closer, gasping at the heat that sparked between us.

She wipes the hair from her face looking at him. “What?” she glared. Thomas bend his head and kissed her fully on the mouth claiming her breathe in a kiss that makes her forget about the cold water. The heat was sizzling between them. He holds her tightly against him allowing her to feel the rock-hard erection in his wet pants. “Don’t get caught,” he says harshly kissing her deeply. Her reaction was equally passionate. She can feel her arousal rising matching his fire.

Really? I wished so badly for the first time that I could speak, that the barrier in my mind would let up even once, so I could roar out a no, until grandmother reminded me of the stakes at hand…. As much as I want to say no to this idea to spite Charlotte, I have no choice but to agree. However, there’s no way I'm going to be tormented alone….she’s going in with me. “Oh, and I should add that the booth has to be secluded. People should be able to feel the mystery of it all, speculating if he did kiss anyone or not… if there are no cameras in there, it’s perfect.”