When A Guy Kiss Your Hand Novels & Stories

I whispered, his hand moved up to get my hand putting a kiss on the back of it. Then he turned my hands around so he could kiss my wrist, he loved doing that. And each time, it makes my stomach load up with butterflies and gratitude. "Other hand," he muttered and I bit back a grin carrying my other hand to his. The same gesture was done to that one, his captivating lips kissing my hands. His eyes fluttered open and he met my eyes. I grinned and he did too, his hand got to my hip to bring me into him kissing my lips delicately. Then, he groaned pulling away, his gaze stared into space like something else got his attention. I was confounded at first, but then I realized somebody attempted mind

he asked, his voice holding a genuine sincerity. I nodded, a small smile gracing my lips. As we shook hands, his next words caught me off guard. "Should we practice how to kiss better in case a situation like earlier pops up?" My eyes widened in surprise as his words took an unexpected turn. I felt a lump form in my throat as my mind struggled to process his suggestion. The mention of practicing how to kiss caught me off guard, and my heart raced with a mix of confusion and nervousness. In my moment of unease, I instinctively withdrew my hand from his hold, my actions mirroring my internal discomfort. S

"You, the one who always appears in my dreams?" "Exactly. "That's me," he said, grabbing my hand and jolting the dangling IV line. "What are you doing?" , I tried to pull my hand back, but this man's grip was too strong. He yanked my hand roughly, making me squeal, but eventually fell silent. Yes, he unexpectedly kissed the back of my hand. My heart started racing the moment his lips touched the skin of my hand. "Hey, what are you doing?" I asked softly because I didn't have the energy to scream right now.

I gave him my right hand to him. He grabs it, and I feel icky all of a sudden. I am know sure that this man is the worst enemy of the womankind; he holds my hand and caresses it; I tried so hard not to give him a punch on his face. “Nice to meet you, Cattleya Hunt.” And he was doing one of the worst things afterwards. He took my hand into his lips and kiss it. I pulled my hand right away and tried not to wipe his saliva from my hand, instead I gave him a grin and said goodbye to everyone in the room. When we are finally outside of the summer villa, my mouth curses a lot while asking for a hand sanitizer from one of my mates.

My hand automatically landed on his arm. His head dipped down and he kissed my temple. The touch left me vulnerable. My eyes closed by itself and my hand tightened on his elbow. He released my other wrist and placed his hand under my shirt on my lower back, dangerously close to my ass. His fingers put pressure on my skin and my hand fell to the waistband of his suit pants. All automatically.

“I will allow holding of hands. Endeavour to carry a pair of gloves, please and thanks.” He shook his head. “No, I mean, we have to kiss. In public. I’ll hold your hands yes, hold your waist. You sit in my lap sometimes. I’ll pick you up. Bring you to my place, make the whole thing much more believable. No one believes anyone is dating just by holding hands.” I must’ve looked green in the face cause he looked offended. “What’s wrong with doing all those things with me? I’ll have you know, many girls will scramble for a chance to be in a relationship with me. I’m a catch, you know.”

I huffed “Yeah, you do that” he smiled and leaned forward to kiss me; I met his lips. He tasted so delicious. Our kiss quickly became more intense, and both our hands started roaming each other’s bodies. When his hands reached the end of the t-shirt, I was wearing he pulled up on the end, clearing the way for him to massage the mounds of my bare butt cheeks. “Knock, Knock” there was a loud knock on the door.

“Yeah, but he got to kiss her!” “Well, yeah, but you should know that sometimes, holding someone’s hand is better than a kiss. Think about it, boss. For now, just finish that coffee ‘cause I need to finish that report you asked from me.” “Alright, Kelly. Thanks!” “Holding hands is better than a kiss?” He repeated, “holding hands is better than a kiss?” He nodded his head “holding hands is better than a kiss.” For that day, the sentence had become his mantra. It made him feel better. It brought back a lot of times when they touched or held hands.

What the f*ck! He slowly raised my hand and put it on his face while his eyes were on me. "I'm sorry," he said softly then kissed my wrist on my hand. I didn't answer. I kept looking at him. I didn't expect him to kiss my hand so I was slightly stunned. There was electricity that came from there and I don't know why that happens.

I reached across the table and held his hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “Thank you, Kane, for seeing me.” He smiles and pulls my hand up to his face and places a kiss on the back of my palm, tingles erupting on my skin and through my entire body. It made my breath hitch and if that was what a simple kiss to my hand felt like I could only imagine what a full kiss would make me feel. It gave me butterflies just thinking about it.