When A Guy Kiss Your Hand Novels & Stories

“By fucking allowing him to touch you? You don’t want piss me off Alica, trust me.” I knew that he had some beef with the guy but I felt like he was overreacting. The guy only kissed the back of my hand when he greeted me and that was it. “You’re overreacting at this point. He only said hi to me and kissed the back of my hand…that’s it!.” He got even closer, closing the small gap that was left between our bodies.

As he does that, I can see his expression shift from stoic to soft. “It feels better.” I reply calmly and what he does next makes my jaw drop to the floor. He slowly brings my hurt palm to his lips and plants a soft, delicate kiss on the plastered spot. I stare at him, wide-eyed and when he looks up at me, he chuckles upon seeing my expression. “Why do you have that look?” “You just kissed my hand!” “So? It’s not a big deal.” Yes, it is! I almost scream at him It is a big deal to have him randomly kiss my hurt hand because he is Klein and he is cold and reserved and never shows any emotion or does endearing acts like this when he’s with me.

he gestured between us, "are inevitable. Eventually, you won't be able to fight our connection and spare my sister's feelings." I didn't know exactly what he meant by that, but I reached my hand out to shake his. "We can still be friends, okay?" "Yeah, friends...for now," he agreed with a warm smile, his strong fingers wrapping around mine. As he brought my hand to his lips, a gentle yet electrifying tingle surged up my arm, leaving me momentarily breathless. The soft, lingering kiss on my hand felt like a promise of something more, yet undefined.

gesturing to me for Damon. Damon didn't hesitate either, taking my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine. My fingers wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. His hands slowly traveled down my body, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake and stopping just on my waist, gripping them tightly. I heard cheering and claps and some wolf whistles in the background but didn't pay much attention as I was too engulfed in this mind-blowing kiss to react.

My attempt at teasing him makes him look up at me with a strange expression. “I’ve...never kissed anyone before,” he mumbles, looking off-screen like he wants to vanish from the call. “I just want my first kiss to be something more, you understand.” I blink, caught off guard. “That’s weirdly sweet.” I admit, because it really is. “Okay. No lip kissing. Cheek kissing is okay, what of forehead kissing? Or just random hand brushing?” “I-uh-cheek is fine. I think. Probably. If I have a warning, forehead might make me a bit faint, and the hand thing-um, maybe? But not too much- my hands get all clammy and I get nervous.”

he said, placing a hand on my cheeks and pulling me into a kiss. I pulled away for a while but Kai kissed me again, harder this time. His hand slid up my neck, his fingers warm against my skin. My breath caught. I pulled him closer, my hands gripping his shirt as if I could hold the moment still. His lips moved with mine, deep and slow, like he was trying to tell me something without words.

His touch was warm, grounding, and then—without a word of warning—he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t a fleeting, gentle kiss meant to pacify the crowd. No, this was something else entirely. His lips claimed mine with a boldness that left no room for doubt. The world around us seemed to fade as his mouth moved against mine, slow and deliberate, his hand tilting my chin to deepen the kiss. His other hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer, as if to shield me from the weight of everyone’s stares.

“Relaxed…in what way?” Dave turned her hand over and stroked his thumb over her palm in a rhythmic fashion. “There will be occasions when we’ll be required to show some affection. Holding hands, a kiss on the cheek, or a quick peck on the lips for appearances’ sake. It would look odd if we didn’t.” "Okay." Her voice was as soft as the whisper of the afternoon breeze. “But earlier today, you were pretty determined we weren’t going to kiss again.” “Unless absolutely necessary.”

He asked for her hands to kiss and said, "may I kiss your beautiful hands. " Ritha joined her hands (indian way of greeting) and politely said, "thank you so much for you regards sir but I'm not very comfortable with the hand kissing gesture. There is nothing wrong about the gesture but I'm not from here so I'm not used to it and I hope you understand. "

The kiss was fierce, fueled by a torrent of emotions—anger, desire, frustration, and an overwhelming need to dominate. His hand slid to her waist, yanking her closer and pressing their bodies together under the cold stream of water. His other hand gripped her neck, controlling the intensity of their kiss. Hailey's initial resistance melted away, her hands wrapping around his neck as she matched his fervor, their breaths mingling in the heated exchange.