Novel & Cerita What Does It Mean When A Guy Kisses Your Hand

I hope I wasn’t complaining the whole time. “You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s normal.” He says kissing the inside of my hand. The feel of his lips causes a ripple of energy to zap from the inside of my hand all the way between my legs. The more time I spend with his more I feel things for him. That small kiss on my hand is wreaking havoc in my body right now. “But it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.” I say and he shakes his head. “You don’t have to be embarrassed with me.” He says looking at me closely.

It was from Diego. Diego: Let’s talk after this meeting. Diego: Who was that man who kissed you on the hand? I rolled my eyes before replying. Me: And why do you care? I looked up to him, who was arching his eyebrow at his phone. He was also typing a message. Diego: So you freely let yourself be kissed by some men? Me: No. I just didn’t expect it. Some people kiss you by hand and cheek as a greeting. Foreigners do that, and you are a foreigner here, so better hide the gasoline and don’t start a fire.

There was something about him that made me uneasy though, like he knew he could charm people and liked using it. He stopped a few steps in front of me, smiling politely. “It’s an honor to meet you,” he said, reaching out his hand. I hesitated for a moment, then placed my hand in his. His grip was gentle, and I was just about to pull back when he lifted my hand toward his lips. I blinked in surprise, not expecting that at all. But before he could kiss the back of my hand, a loud growl filled the air. Kai.

This is my best bet. “I agree,” I concur. Cole extends his hand across the table. I take it, his palm warm and steady against mine. My fingers tingle under his touch, and I feel my nerves spike. The simple act of holding his hand sends electricity shooting up my arm, straight to my chest. The handshake seals our deal. But he doesn't let go. Instead, he lifts my hand to his lips, and I catch the faintest scent of his shampoo before his soft lips press gently to my knuckles. The warmth of his kiss spreads like wildfire through my body, and I can’t stop the shiver that runs down my spine.

He intertwines his fingers with mine, making his hold a bit more intimate. I try to pull my hand out of his, wanting to reach for his shirt again when he withdraws his lips from mine. Looking into my eyes, he says, "Right now, let's focus on you, okay?" I want to object, but I'm curious to see how far he will take this. We continue kissing and he gently moves his hand down my chest. Just as he reaches my breast, he gives it a light squeeze.

he replies sincerely. I move close enough to rest my hand on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. He covers my hand with his, and in that gesture, I sense a silent request for permission. I lean forward, and our lips meet with a tenderness that contrasts with the more intense kisses we’ve shared before. This one is gentle, full of discovery and trust as much as desire.

Her father always told her that men like that were rare to find. "Yes, I am." She returned his smile, a surprised sound escaping her mouth when he flipped her hand back and planted a kiss on the skin. "You're as beautiful as he says." Okay, he might've looked hot as hell but it was minus one on his part. No handshake should ever be twisted into a kiss....another thing her papa told her. He let go of her hand and interlocked his with Jason's. "I hope you don't mind but I wanna steal my date for a sec."

I could not even get a good look at the guy until he came back and started kissing me again. One thing for sure was that I was not thinking straight about everything that was happening, and I just went with the flow. The kiss was not rushed. It was slow and very sweet. I was enjoying it and was being turned on by his hand that was going down my back. The guy was so gentle with me and was not in a rush. And when his hand reached my ass, he gripped it tight and squeezed. I released a soft moan and continued kissing him. And no, I did not think of Mario.

"That's not reasonable–" He crouched and kissed my lips slowly, melting me bit by bit. I felt his hand on my knee, you slowly climbed up. Even against the cloth, I can feel the warmth in his hand as if I was bare while he's touching me. I anticipated something when I later on realized he's not aiming for that ... he was aiming for something else. He was aiming for my hand. When I realized why he did that, I immediately cut off the kiss and looked at my own hand in shock.

he suggested when she excitedly turned around saying, "Let me turn on the music. Before she could make any further movements, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her up close against his chest. His hand gently glided through her hair, as he looked at her in a way he had never looked at a girl before. Her eyes were candles in that night, their light a spark of passion... desire. As a small but teasing smile crept upon her face, goosebumps lined her skin, not the kind than one gets in the cold, but the kind one gets when nothing else matters except right here, right now. And now they were just an inch apart, his hand on her waist, their eyes colliding. "W-What are you doing?" she asked stamme