This Could Be Us (Skyland, #2)

by Kennedy Ryan

my head to my feet. The look is so discreetly hot and wanting,

Is it my imagination that each time we’re together, it feels like he’s hoarding every second, storing away images of me for later? Am I that conceited?

🤤🤤🤤🤤 someone tell Sol she ain’t crazy!

“You’re coming home with me,” I tell the merlot. “Lucky bottle.”

I SCREAMED!!!

“You have a way of doing that, taking shitty things and making them turn out great.”

What a compliment!

“I’d like to be someone.”

WHAT A MAN!

when I’m around her, the lines blur and I forget the boundaries that have always been a hallmark of my life.

I don’t know how much longer I can be around her believing she’s attracted to me, too, and not kiss her. How ironic. I haven’t been interested in anyone since my divorce, and the first woman I’m interested in is initially unavailable because she’s married and now single and unavailable because she’s dating herself.

I’m laughingggg

Soledad is a

feast. I’m always starved around this woman. Always want to consume her through every sense.

Lord have mercy Judah

This yearning. This burning hunger. This all-consuming feeling that you could eat every bit of someone and never be satisfied.

Yes yes yes yes yes yes

It takes all my willpower not to haul her close. Not to kiss and claim her.

I think about him all the time. Dream about him. Fantasize about all the things he could do to me.

“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.” —bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions

That simple mingling of our fingers was better than a kiss in some ways,

He grips my hip with one hand, pulling me flush against him so I feel how I’ve affected him, how hard he is for me.

“But I want myself more than I want to fuck you.”

Oh my. SOL YOUR POWER IS BEAUTIFUL BUT YOU CAN ALSO USE YOUR POWER TO GIVE INTO THIS

His admission blows off dusty places in my heart.

it feels good to have a man like Judah unable to get me out of his mind.

I don’t voice it, but my needs where

Judah Cross are concerned torture me. They keep me up at night. They would run my vibrator into the ground if left unchecked.

“that when I fuck you, it will mean something to me.”

I’m drooling and screaming af 😩 JUDAH!!!!!!!!!!

It’s been so long since a man looked at me the way Judah does, with blazing interest.

But his touch? It has been centuries since I was touched this way. With tenderness. With barely checked desire. The longer we stand together like this, the harder he becomes.

😭

He’s everywhere but where I need him.

Wild and sure and ferocious in its hunger, like he’s been starving it in a cage and now… the feast.

I’m not sure I would have stopped if he hadn’t. I think I would have screwed him against this door, fully clothed, panties pushed aside, legs wrapped around him like ivy. Screaming his name while they ate their fondant potatoes up the hall.

Being powerful means you can set your own boundaries.

It’s like I “talked her up,” as my mother used to say.

Lmaoo we use this phrase in my home as well

“Silver Spring, Maryland.”

DMV!!! My literal former home omg

run a slow glance up the length of her, from her boots hooked over the barstool rung along the lean legs and the full curve of her hips and the subtle swell of her breasts beneath her sweater until I reach her pretty face. Pink sifts into her cheeks, turning them rose gold. “You’re blushing.” “Because you’re trying to make me blush.”

I just love them omg

“I’ve come to realize that a woman who wants more and realizes she deserves it is a dangerous thing.”

I know what she just said is really empowering, but it’s also so damn hot. Hearing her roll “pasteles” off her tongue got me hard.

That statement is even more arousing because I wonder if I could be part of th...

He grabs me by the waist and lifts me to sit on the lowered lip of the truck bed, making me laugh and squeal.

The physical touch girl in me is laughing and squealing too oh my 😍😍😍

I lower my glance to my lap, tamping down the desire to straddle him.

😭😭

I’d be anywhere with him right now, and the way he devours me with one hot look, it feels like he’d choose to be anywhere with me.

Judah Cross is something for myself, and I want him now. It’s Christmas, and I want to feel like a gift, like someone to cherish.

A dance of should we, will we, and God, yes, let’s,

It has been so long since I was in the palm of a man’s hand like this—with

The soft pressure of his mouth sucking gently on me is torture. I squeeze my thighs together, seeking some relief from the throbbing there.

He increases the pressure, alternating bites, nibbles, sucks, licks with his mouth, while his hand rubs my other nipple, tugs and pinches and flicks. It’s an unrushed seduction, so persistent and patient and precise that the pleasure steadily climbs up my body.

Well shit the pleasure steadily climbs up my body too

I recognize the tension crawling up my legs and wrapping around my spine.

I whimper and moan and pant while he keeps at it, confining his focus to my breasts.

I’m sorry but I’m most jealous here 🫠🤤

He holds me through the trembling shock of a pleasure so intense it feels like a discovery. I hide my face in the warm skin of his throat, my sweater accordioned between us, bra open, breasts bare and heaving into his chest.

one point of brightness anchors me to the world, to my body.

I search for the embarrassment, for the shame of coming all over his hand. Of screaming his name in the back of his 1964 vintage pickup truck. Of taking pleasure in the sweet, soft, rough, right places I find it. But there’s no shame. No embarrassment when he looks at me and smiles, eyes searching my face.

Soledad I’m crying for you. YES GIRL

At the last minute he turns to capture my lips with his, groaning when our tongues tangle. His hands slide down my back to cup my ass,

Again? These crazy kids

His hand rests possessively at my hip, and he slaps my ass lightly. It seems like such an un-Judah thing to do, it makes me laugh. It’s a happy, unfettered sound that floats around us in the cool night air.

:)

Oh, I’d just love to tell you where Judah’s fingers have been.

I’m so angry that Edward demolished life as our daughters knew it, shattered their illusions and introduced struggle into their lives that I had to rescue them from.

REAL