Can't Get Enough (Skyland, #3)

by Kennedy Ryan

His words water my dry places.

“Let her walk into every room like a hymn sung high, a Black woman named Beloved, hips swaying like the gospel beat she was born to… I want love to arrive freely for her— like light breaking into a room at dawn, gentle but sure, a thing hers without labor.” —Frederick T. Joseph, “A Black Woman Named Beloved”

“I want my love to be the most extravagant gift I ever give you,” he whispers, his voice deep and reverent. “I want it to be outrageously unconditional. I want it to overflow and spill into every crevice of your life, every corner of your heart because that’s what you do for me. You overwhelm me, Hendrix.”