Page 102 of Severance

This level of intimacy between us—where his every moan echoes mine—is out of this world unbelievable. All-consuming and magical.

“I think we need a break from cooking,” Dakota rasps against my mouth, his fingers fumbling with the ties of my apron around my back.

“What about the dishes?” I rub my thumb over the flour spot on his cheek.

“The dishes can wait.” He smirks, dragging his lips down the side of my face. “You’ve got some flour on you too.” His mouth moves to my neck and he kisses it gently, pushing me against the counter. I hear the clanking of dishes behind me as he tries to rid me of my apron.

The feel of his body pressed to mine drives me crazy, every inch of him sizzling hot. All I’ve fantasized about the last three days is our first time. Imagining and wondering what it would feel like to be with him.

“I want to make love to you,” he whispers in my ear, cradling my head.

My heart stills and my legs quiver. I’m not sure what to say to that except yes, but I can’t quite manage to articulate it correctly. All that comes out is a strained gasp.

“I’ve wanted to since the very first time I saw you,” Dakota confesses. “I’ve wondered how you’d feel.” He moves his palm along my side and down to my hip bone, tugging on the bottom of my shirt that’s tucked into my skinny jeans. “I’ve wondered how you’d taste, and I’ve wondered how you’d sound when I’m inside you.”

I swallow past the lump in my throat as my head starts to spin.

“Have you ever wondered about me?” Dakota asks. “How I’d feel?”

“Yes.” I nod, running my hands over his shoulders and chest. “I have. I’ve wondered a lot.”

He slips his arms around me to cup my ass, and when he lifts me up, I wrap my legs around him like it’s the most natural thing to do. There’s an ache deep inside me, an ache he creates in me every time we touch, and I want to make it stop.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. You have no idea.” His voice burns with temptation. “You’re so fucking perfect. I don’t know how I got so goddamned lucky.”

He spins around and maneuvers us through the kitchen and down the hall into his bedroom. Our entwined bodies tumble onto his bed and we kiss until there’s no more air in our lungs. His hands and his lips are everywhere—on my face, on my chest, on my stomach. The feel of him on top of me, exquisitely heavy and dominant, makes me tingle with anticipation.

I run my fingers down to his stomach and when I pull on the edge of his t-shirt, he breaks away from me and sits back, straddling my hips. His gaze slides down to the place where our bodies connect, the tip of his tongue tracing his lips.

“I want to see you,” I say, moving my hands up his thighs, the denim rough against my skin.

“You don’t have to ask twice.” Dakota smiles, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

I need a second to let the sight of him naked sink in. His chest is broad and carved with precise perfection, each lean muscle defined like a work of art. I place my palm on the small hummingbird tattoo right under the left side of his ribcage and return his smile. “You really like hummingbirds, don’t you?” My fingers stroke the inked skin.

“They’re peace,” he says. “In my next life, I want to be one.” His eyes brighten.

“Do you believe you can choose what you can be after you die?”

“Right now, I want to be with you, Moonchild.” He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Will you turn on the hummingbirds?”

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He slides from the bed and hurries to the switch panel. Seconds later, lights litter the ceiling above my head.

“Do you like it?” Dakota murmurs, returning to me.

I nod and rub my palms over his flat stomach. He reaches for my shirt to unbutton it and I let him. I let him undress me and I let him touch me where no one has ever touched me before. I lethimcarry me into the realm of sweet and sinful insanity.

We get rid of the rest of our clothes and explore each other unhurriedly.

His hand slips to my thighs and his fingers start rubbing circles around my clit, floating over me slickly and delicately, like water, as his mouth moves over every inch of me. Beginning at my neck, it slowly makes its way to my stomach, drawing out all my secrets.

When he kisses me between my legs, I’m uneasy at first, but the feel of his soft lips against my center makes me forget all about my nerves. Then his tongue flicks at my swollen spot and I can’t contain a loud moan. His breath is hot and ticklish and his mouth is wicked, and I grab at the blankets, twisting the fabric, because the onslaught of new sensations is overwhelming.

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