Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.

The fantasized kiss was stolen time from the dreams…

A light rain touches my cheek like an angel’s butterfly kisses.

I love you.”lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back.It’s time. I feel it, I know it. My eyes on him, his on me, and both of us...

He kissed me fiercely, with an utter abandon that I could no more put a halt to than I could stop an avalanche.

You can’t be just a scribe, or a wizard. Nameless God,” he cried, raking a hand through his hair. “I wish they had never found you, never made you think you were the princess. Nothing...

You kissed me.’ I tear my eyes away from the mirror to face her. We are close, so close standing here. My lungs might be carved out of granite, cast from bronze, the way they...

I want to make you faint. I will make you faint. You’ve had this coming to you for years. None of the fools you’ve known have kissed you like this – have they? Your precious...

There are boys you look at and want to touch with your mouth, and there are boys you look at and want to wear one of those surgical masks everyone in China had during bird...

He dipped her low and kissed her fiercely, as if he were angry, and each time his lips left hers, even just for half a second, the most parching thirst ran through her, making her...

Myrnin came in from the back room, carrying a load of books, which he dropped with aloud bang on the floor to glare at the two of them. “Excuse me,” he said, “but when did...

My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my neck. He kept going until he reached the bottom of the dress’s V-neck....

Don’t you know a kiss would change the world forever?

He leans towards me for a kiss and our mouths fuse. I explode. I’m all over him, absorbing his warmth and the beat of his heart. It’s like he knows my pain, and he’s trying to erase...

Do kisses fade like Polaroid pictures if you don’t pay attention to them?

You can kiss anyone you like. But if you sometimes wanted to kiss me, that would be all right, too.” His blush was so deep September could feel the heat of it.She leaned in, and...

When they kissed she immediately felt his tongue, tensed and strong, pushing past her teeth, like some bully shouldering his way into a room. Entering her.

Oh how I had underestimated tender kisses.

on him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.

Fifteen minutes later I was an expert. That’s all you need. I think I was even getting the upper hand, which is very simple with a guy. Anything seems to turn them on.

He cups my facewith both handsleans in,eyes lingering asweet secondbefore his lips are there on mine,teasing, playing, tasting, kissing.When he pulls away,I’m breathless.He nuzzles my ear.”Now that’s thrilling.”You got that right.

His hands are on my back, in my hair, on my hips. His fingers move like I’m Braille, like he’s trying to read me just by touching me.

When I kiss you, it will be THE kiss, not just A kiss.

Adrian Ivashkov wasn’t easy to surprise, but I surprised him then when I brought his mouth toward mine. I kissed him, and for a moment, he was too stunned to respond. That lasted for, oh,...

You want my advice? Put down your phone. Hug her from behind and kiss the back of her neck. Entwine your fingers with hers…. You’re welcome.

You hardly know me and yet you invited me out on a date,’ said Miss Dearheart. ‘Why?’Because you called me a phoney, Moist thought. You saw through me straight away. Because you didn’t nail my...

I had a dream about you. Again. In fact I’ve had so many dreams about you that I can almost feel your skin under my fingertips and your breath every time we kiss. This time...

My whole body sank forward into his arms. His lips moved against mine, exploring my mouth so gently. I tried to mimic his movements–slowly, uncertainly, until I didn’t have to think about it at all....

The only thing tinfoil should cover is a Kiss. But you wouldn’t know anything about kissing.

I want to write a book called Kissing Kissinger. It won’t be about kissing, Kissinger, or even politics. It’ll be about radiator fluid, and all the health benefits you can enjoy from chugging it.

Ergo: girls should always make the first move, because (a) they are, on the whole, less likely to be rejected than guys, (b) that way, girls will never get kissed unless they want to be...

Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

what?are you asking?or will you proceed ?waiting for a kiss–and you are asking my permission?hopeless !

You can ignore me, Rachel, and you can try to treat me as a friend, but none of that will erase the fact that I think about kissing you every second I’m awake and dream...

What about Gale?””He’s not a bad kisser either,” I say shortly. “And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?” He asks. “No. It wasn’t okay with either of you. But I...

Wrap him up in floral wallpaper, wishing the envelopes I seal were his lips, leaving hickeys like stamps to show where he’s been.

Hey!” Claire called after him, as she leaned her backpack against the wall.”No onions!””Your loss!””I meant for YOU! Not if you want to get kissed tonight!””Damn, girl. Harsh.

I’d also learned something new. There was something really sexy about a man that kissed you, without stopping to ask first.

[…] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.

And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.

I have liquid lips, and my kisses are smooth as wine. Why pour you a glass when you can drink from the bottle?

And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, “If I kiss you, it’s all over.” And then he does. And then...

You should be kissed and often, by someone who knows how.

In my life I doubt if I will ever forget the sensation of your lips against mine

You know, when I came home after our day in the city, I just crashed, thinking about Remi and how much I missed him. And then the next day was worse, And when you walked...

And this is the potency a first kiss should have: it should be earned. The moments leading up to it should be as tense as a crossbow drawn back. The reader should want it as...

Two kisses, my first year at Yale, after we ran into each other at a party and he walked me back to the dorm. It was nice. Very nice. But as exceptional a kisser as...

I don’t know much about kisses, but I can assure you that hers were no less fierce than a swarm of bullets tearing the air

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of goosebumps in their wake.

Make every kiss a celebration, throw a party for every one.