He kissed her, his lips warm on hers.

Pat kissed him, her lips warm against his cheek.

He kisses her, lips warm against hers for a long moment, and then turns back to his desk.

Her lips warmed under his, clinging with desperate longing, and he felt the urgency rising within him.

He saw it and bent over it, his lips warm on her skin.

When he started to lower his head, her lips warmed and parted.

He would certainly not pause to reflect on the way her lips had tasted, warmed and swollen with his kisses.

Her lips warmed, and softened, and opened to him.

"The sort who cannot wait, I daresay," she slyly murmured, her lips warm against his skin.

And now her lips warmed and clung to his!