This time the kiss grew deep, complete, and her arms lifted,to go slowly around his neck.

He cradled her face in his hands as the kiss grew wilder, more urgent.

Then her tongue found mine and, while still gentle, the kiss grew into an embrace that no part of us avoided.

Her own lips parted as his kiss grew ever more insistent.

The kiss went on for a long time, and grew hungry.

The kiss grew deeper and she moaned, sliding her hands around his back.

His body started to react to the closeness, and the kiss grew.

The kiss grew long, deeper than the casual greeting Ruth had intended.

The kiss grew long and deep with a hint of hunger.

It would tremble for a long time as the kiss grew in his fertile mind.