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244 pages, Kindle Edition
Published March 27, 2019



"Kingston Rivers," I declared, jerking him around, pressing my hand around his throat as he faced me, putting enough pressure there to be genuinely uncomfortable without risking unconsciousness.
"Private security," he told me, tone calm, collected, even as his broken, bleeding nose dripped into his mouth.
"Her man," I clarified, even if it was maybe too premature to claim that when we hadn't even discussed it at length yet. She was mine, case closed. Just as much as I was hers. That was all he needed to know.

This, my body seemed to sigh, this was what I had been needing for so long, what I had been waiting for.
Not bruising, impatient drunk kisses with a stranger, not hands too impatient to stay still, not the rush that spoke of an expectation of more.
Just slow, expert exploration.
Just lips searching, finding, just hands holding on through it as the fire kindled, started licking toward a raging flame.
No urgency which seemed to allow every little sensation to amplify, become something nearly overwhelming.
This was why I personally couldn't partake in the hookup culture, why casual sex never worked for me.
I didn't want a hurried orgasm.
I wanted this.
I wanted connection, intimacy.
I wanted someone to slowly get to know the workings of my body while I got to know theirs.
This was what all those old love songs were made about. Back when sex wasn't a means to an end, but a journey to take with your partner, something that showed you about not only them, but yourself.






