Wednesday Kisses Novels & Stories

I murmur, pressing a kiss just below her ear. “You’re warm,” she whispers with a smile, leaning back into me. “Good morning,” I say. “Good morning.” From the counter, Wendy makes a gagging sound. “Ugh. Gross. Why are you always kissing her?” I turn, grinning. “Because she’s pretty, and I like kissing pretty girls.” Wendy narrows her eyes like she is trying to decide if that is fair. “Fine. Then I get to kiss you too.” I laugh, stepping away from Mia and toward Wendy. “Oh, you think it’s that easy?”

He leans forward, lowering his voice. "We kissed," he mutters. I blink. "Wait. You and Alice?" "Friday night," he says, his face turning a light shade of pink. "We were working late on some project. It was raining, we were tired, and... it just happened. It wasn't just a peck, Sienna. It was a real kiss.” I can feel the wicked glint entering my eyes. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. "And?"

I say, my voice trembling slightly, “thank you for coming for me, for all of this.” He steps closer, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the cold night air. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else. You mean everything to me, Cheryl.” Before I can respond, he leans in, his lips brushing mine in a tender, urgent kiss. The intensity of the moment, the danger, and our shared fear make the kiss more passionate than I expected. I find myself clinging to him, losing myself in the comfort of his touch.

“Wednesday. The clinic closes early. I’ll leave the side door unlocked for you.” I nodded, my throat tight. On that Wednesday, by 4:15 p.m. The clinic hallway was dim, empty. I slipped in through the unmarked door. Alaric waited in an on-call room with a narrow bed. Without wasting time, he pulled me inside, and kissed me breathless. We had twenty minutes. He took nineteen, hands were gentle, his mouth reverent. When I came, he swallowed my cry with a kiss. Afterwards, he smoothed my skirt, then fixed my hair. “You’re glowing,” he said, awed.

Marcella pushes him away and we all turn to Ki and Trent. “I’m sorry. What?” Ki asks. Trent just looks between me and Wesley. Wesley comes up behind me and kisses my neck. “OH, FUCK NO!” KI screams.

I want this craziness between us to end but no matter how hard I try, I can't seemed to stop either, it's crazy but it was happening. "Wendy, just this once," he breathed, his lips so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of his breath. "Let me take care of you without you trying to form some independent woman shit! Just let me handle things." Before I could respond, George closed the remaining distance between us, capturing my lips in a heated kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in that moment, our emotions raw and unfiltered. His kiss was demanding, yet filled with a passion that left me breathless.

“Let us turn the heat up.” Wesley broke the kiss slowly, but he didn’t move far. His mouth brushed against mine as he spoke. “Those scrubs are cute as hell,” he said, his voice a rumble. “But I want to see what’s underneath.”

I bounce back and forth between being convinced I’m going to not going. I lie on my battering at the ceiling as I hum a song to myself. I haven’t seen or heard from Weston since the night he kissed me in my kitchen. Tomorrow is Friday and we not only get it off, but also Monday for the holiday. I roll over and look at the clock; it’s just after ten and I can’t fall asleep. I flip the covers off and walk to the living room, grabbing my Kindle and flipping open the latest romance novel I’ve been reading.

Waves lapped at our feet as he pulled me further into his lap to kiss me again I wanted to kiss him for eternity with just the sun and the waves as the world. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured reverently, taking a strand of hair and tucking it carefully behind my ear. “So are you,” I replied, blushing. I wished my words were better, but they were still true. His chest was hot and smooth against my bare arms as he pulled me into yet another mind-shattering kiss. “Charlotte is going to wonder where we are,” I said with a giggle as the sun continued her climb. “Let her worry for a moment,” Bastian whispered, his lips going to my throat. I moaned softly as he nipped the delicate flesh. I was t

He tasted so good, I knew I could never get enough. I could have kissed him for hours. Leo knew how to kiss me, knew exactly which way to move and how to open me up to him. But I didn't want to just kiss him. I wanted to make love to him, and if the growing hardness pressed against my lower stomach was any indication, he wanted it too. I broke away, grinning as I put my hand to his chest. “Mr. Westbrook, I do believe you need to relax. And I happen to know just how to do it.”