When A Guy Kiss Your Hand Novels & Stories

"Of course, yes." My hand slid into his strong one. He brought it to his lips. As he kissed my hand, I pulled energy from him. His face went slack. Another man hit his knees next to him. I held out my other hand. He snatched it up and pulled it to him gently. I pulled his energy, too.

"I am not, however, unappreciative." "I'm glad. Now go appreciate someone else." He nods slowly and I chuckle, watching him walk away. "Frenchmen kiss hands. They don't mean anything by it." "Bullshit. He's a guy, isn't he? He means something by it." "You'd know that from experience?" "Oh, yeah." Noah takes my hand himself. "Damn Frenchmen kiss everything they can. There's no telling where his lips have been." "Does that mean I should boil my hand to get rid of the germs?"

he proposes. Mentally, I go through the pros and cons and end up disregarding the list. “Sure, but how about a kiss for good luck.” He pulls back and his eyes shine. “Yes, I’d like that.” His other hand snakes around my waist and down my hips, hanging dangerously about my ass. I hear my own heart pounding in my ears as he brings his lips close to mine and presses his lips softly. His hand finally touches my ass in its descent downwards, reaching to cup it and give it a firm squeeze making me help and him invading my mouth with his tongue.

I just had to survive. Colton’s smirk deepened, a cruel glint dancing in his eyes as he took my trembling hand in his. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as he brought it to his lips. He kissed my hand slowly, deliberately, savoring the contact as if it were something sacred to him. His lips, warm and insistent, lingered for just a second longer than necessary, sending an uncomfortable shiver through my body.

I said as I reached out a hand across the table towards him for a handshake. EROS smiled a very seductive smile at me before his hand reached out and took mine. With his eyes staring deeply into mine, instead of shaking my hand, he pulled my hands up to his lips and kissed the back of it tenderly. And this was the guy who couldn’t act out a romantic scene. What a rotten joke… --To be continued…

He was quite handsome, but nothing compared to Rai and Damian. “Collin, at your service.” He said. “Oh, Katarina.” I extended my hand to shake his, but instead, he brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly. “Oh..” I was a bit shocked but managed to smile. None of my male friends had ever kissed my hand when they introduced themselves; I felt like a princess when Colin did it to me just now. We talked for a bit when Collin suddenly took my hand and tried to pull me along with him.

I jump a little and go to pull away as I feel his growl vibrate through him as I touch him through his pants, but he moves his hand to the back of my neck, holding me against his lips. I then go to remove my hand, moving it back up towards his chest, but he removes his other hand from my waist and wraps it around mine. He then guides it back down, except this time he makes my hand slide under the edge of his pants until I am touching him again. He Makes my hand wrap around him and then slowly moves my hand up and along the length of him and then back down. He continues to dominate his kiss as he continues to guide my hand over him.

How different he was tonight, compared to how cold and stoic he was normally, she thought. “As do you,” she smiled back bashfully. He took her hand in his and surprised her with a gentlemanly kiss on her hand. Her mind churned with perturbation for this eccentric man. She greatly missed his lips on hers, especially after how she had been thinking about their kiss for days now.

"Don't say such rubbish. How many times do I have to tell you that you'll still enjoy your life, with me by your side?" Without taking his eyes off me, he shifted his hand, taking my icy fingers in his. Jonah held them tightly, applying constant strokes with his thumb, transmitting warmth that contrasted with the temperature of my skin. Then, with an incredibly slow and careful movement, he lowered his head. His lips touched the back of my palm, leaving a lingering kiss there. Why is he… suddenly kissing my hand? He didn't stop there, twisting my hand, and instead of letting go, he buried his face in my palm.

he whispers. Without breaking the kiss, he guides us to the hood of his car, gently lowering me onto it as my legs wrap around his waist. His lips move from my jaw to mine, and we engage in a passionate kiss. His hands rest on my hips, while mine tangle in his hair. Our tongues eventually tire, but we continue to share soft, lingering kisses. One of his hands moves to the back of my head, and the other cups my cheek. I reciprocate by holding his face in my hands. It's reminiscent of what happened in Drew's shower two weeks ago but intensified.