23 Kissing Stories

Finger Kiss

She met his gaze at last, seeing  the need there. He was a man full of rage and love and despair and hope, a difficult, conflicted man.

"What do you want?" She asked, knowing that she wasn’t going to walk away, not now, not after the intensity is his gaze.

His blue eyes glittered. "You. I want  you."

"I’ll stay, then." She said. Her breathing had accelerated and her heart started beating fast. "On one condition, of course."

"Anything." His expression was nothing but hunger itself. "Whatever you want, you can have it."

She took a shaky breath, being aware of her growing need. ‘Sex is off the table. You're not touching me."

Surprise flickered over his face, but there was no smile of triumph or satisfaction, only a flare of sexual heat. "What is that supposed to mean?"

She suddenly closed the distance between them until she was standing right in front of him. Then, she reached out to brush his cheek with her fingertips.

"It means that whatever role we are about to play, you won't be able to touch me never ever again. We have a deal, but sex is out of the business."  She murmured.

He stared down at her for a moment, his expression impenetrable, then he took her hand from his cheek in a gentle grip and he kissed each one of her fingertips. "Well, we'll see about that."

Her heart clenched at the way he kissed her fingers. The tension around his mouth eased slightly as he let go of her hand. Then he leaned back against the desk.

Her breathing was fast but she made no attempt to control it and  didn’t look away. The truth is that she was longing for his touch.

He took the last step that separated them, getting close to her, watching the fire catch alight inside her too.

"I'm gonna make you change your mind right away." He whispered. Every part of him was tense, but she didn’t move.