Can't Get Enough (Skyland, #3)

by Kennedy Ryan

We both start laughing so hard we almost spill our wine, and I don’t know why. It’s not even that funny, but everything is magnified with Hendrix. Passion burns hotter. The affection runs deeper. Emotions I’m hesitant to put words to take up more space inside me than anything ever has, and I’m still getting used to wanting a woman I haven’t known that long this much.

Thank you for making my last night here so special.” “It’s not over yet.” “I know. You mentioned a bed.”

Miles Davis’s ‘Blue in Green.’

I’d love to make her laugh that way more, like she doesn’t have a care. I want her to not have a care.

A MAN!

all I can think about; how him holding me would be such a comfort right now. How hearing him call me Gorgeous and feeling his strong arms around me might trick my heart into believing, even if for just a few minutes, that everything will be all right.

Fr 😩 the power of being held by your man, being loved on your man. It certainly gets me through so I understand Hendrix!!

With no prelude or comment, Hendrix straddles me so her sundress inches up her thighs. She loops her arms over my shoulders and kisses my neck.

😉

I palm her ass and scoot her down farther on my lap, making sure she feels how hard I get every time she walks into a room.

Hello! 😩

everything else has been more important. Now nothing feels more urgent.

(;

I don’t stop. Can’t. It’s too good. It’d be like calling an astronaut back from the moon. I’m in another galaxy, lost in her stars. Completely removed from earth and so far beyond anything I’ve ever felt with anyone else.

What the actual f!!! This is insane imagery

sex-scraped rasp.

LMAO

I’ve found men to be overwhelmingly underwhelming, with a few exceptions

You make the plan. God’ll make the way.

AMEN!

That when I’m in his arms, even though it’s soon and fast, choosing him feels like choosing me because sometimes I’m not sure where he ends and I begin. I never knew I could be completely my own person and completely someone else’s, but that’s the beautiful dichotomy of being with Maverick.

😍 every woman deserves this!!!

God said Hendrix will need somebody, and saved the fiercest, sweetest, most badass women on the lot for me.

A few seconds pass that vibrate with need, mine at least to be with her, hold her, assure her I’ll do everything in my power to help.

Thankful to have a man like this 😭

the need to be with her making my skin feel tight like it’s Saran-wrapped.

*cries in long distance experience*

“Nah.” I hurriedly yank clothes from the closet and look around for my suitcase. “We can eat on the plane.”

A MAN!!!!

I say with more confidence than I actually feel, but I’ve done many things with bravado that my confidence had to catch up to. This is no different.

Me and Henny are the same lol

He

looks like a million bucks. Correction, a billion.

I didn’t take the time when I was here before to truly appreciate the collection of vibrators, lubes of all varieties, condoms of various sizes and… flavors… that Hendrix keeps here.

Lord she makes being 40+ and knowledgeable about her body feel so divine because an intentional collection?! 😍😍😍

“Um, why? What are you going to do with that?”

LMAOOO NOT HIM NERVOUS ABOUT HER TOYS AHHH

She glances at me over her shoulder, eyes sultry, smoldering hot chocolate. She sinks down on me and I almost lose it right then. I’m still not used to being raw, and it’s so intimate. Literally like our skin melds with the heat of it.

Lord have mercy 🤤

With her hips gripped hard between my hands, I snap forward again and again, the rhythm of my breathing roughening the longer I fuck her. I grab her breast, squeezing and kneading.

JFCCC

As vast as my world has become, it shrinks down to this woman when I give her my body and my heart. I lose all sense of time and place when I’m inside her. I didn’t know a connection could be this strong. A thread so tensile and yet so tender.

For lack of better words, I’m throbbing rn thinking of him 💖

release all the love I haven’t yet put into words, into her beautiful body, now I know.

I could cry right now omg this is beautifully written. This is so true and right; there is so much love to release that can only be expressed in this way and I just-

On impulse, I snap a stem and slide the blossom into my braids.

It’s so sexy when he serves me.

ME TOO SISTER HENNY

Skipper

Maybe because she’s an assistant but she’s so Maya Wilkes-coded!!!

Something I haven’t voiced to Hendrix yet, but will not miss the chance to show her.

A good man, Savannah! A GOOD MAN!

I know him. I trust him. Shit, I love him. And he chose me.

He dips and captures my mouth in a kiss that searches my soul and squeezes my heart. Makes the blood sing in my veins like that wordless jazz tune we danced to on a yacht under a moonlit sky. I hear the words to the song now. They’re love and trust and right now and forever and always and enough.

I’m speechless. Moved. Taken over by this. Wow.

Because sometimes it feels like new emotions were invented for this thing that has blossomed between the two of us. I’m not sure how to name it, and it’s articulated only in the pace of my heart when I think of him. In the hitch of my breath when I first see him. In the thrum of home, home, home beneath every second we’re together. Of course, we’ve said we love each other, but that feels inadequate.

😍😍😍 so beautiful and so so real, I’ve been blessed in this lifetime

Maverick trusts me to choose where I pour my love instead of making the assumptions culture imposes on who should receive it. I’ve felt desired before. I’ve felt needed. Now I know what it means to feel seen. To feel known.

What a man. I’m tearing up

contemplating a late-night square of Aunt Geneva’s lasagna.

Real lol

my hands seeking her curves beneath the sheets. There’s something extravagant about the fullness of her body,

As I’ve said before, what a man

The flimsy strap of her pajama top keeps drooping down and it makes me want to rip the whole thing off.

I tell her, sliding across the bed to kiss the curve of her neck.

😍😍😍😍 PHYSICAL TOUCH IS MY LOVE LANGUAGE

“Everything good?” she asks, glancing up from the bowl to search my face. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.

“I have you, don’t I?” I whisper in her ear. “How could everything not be good?”

😍😍😍

I got it all, and somehow it still was never enough. Loving her, being with her—the only thing I can’t get enough of is this. Is us.

Lord this is so beautiful

Loving someone this way feels like giving them a blank check and telling them they can fill it up with zeros. That there is no limit, but that’s how I feel when I’m with Hendrix.

I just knew you were the most fascinating woman I’d ever met and I wanted to know you. I wanted us to be friends, and then I wanted us to be everything.”

CRYING IN THE CLUB RN OMG

we thought us getting together was complicated, we ain’t seen nothing yet. Staying together will hold new challenges, but that unassailable joy I saw in Hendrix out on that dance floor the night we met tells me there is no one I’d rather face hard times with.

Omg I’m crying 😭😭😭 MAVERICK BELL, THE MAN YOU ARE!!!

I want to stand with her in her convictions. I want to hold her when grief or sorrow knocks at her door. I want to dance with her when life serves up celebrations.

I wasn’t looking for this—what we have, what we’re building—because I didn’t know it was possible. Not for me, but this woman had me looking, had me searching, had me chasing. I caught her.

She caug...

“I thanked him for making someone so perfect for me. For raising you to be authentic and confident and kind.”

Every wall has fallen for this man.

This is blinding light. This is the heat and passion of a thousand suns.