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She pulls back, her teary gaze lifting to meet mine. I kiss away the two that fall first and wipe the next few. She doesn’t look away from me.

Her thumb makes a single pass over my slit, and then she’s pushing my skirt up to rest at my waist before taking my panties off. As soon as I’m bare, her fingers are back, this time running up and down my slick lips.

She parts them, and I gasp, nuzzling my cheek against her temple. “You’re perfect.”

“I need—I need you, Bryce.”

“What do you need from me?”

“Anything. Everything.”

She watches me, eyes lined with bold desire, as she sinks a single finger inside my opening. I inhale sharply and dig my teeth into my lip.

She presses the pad of a finger to that same lip and pries it from where I’ve trapped it. “Be loud for me. Paint the walls with your moans and make this house officially your home.”

I let my eyes roll back and rock my hips with every pump of her finger. “It’s already my home.”

“Then do it for me. I want to hear you cry my name.”

With a nod, I lean up as far as I can and kiss her while she brings a second set of fingers to toy with my clit. The dual sensation is intoxicating, but it’s her presence that’s going to send me over the edge.

I feel her everywhere. Between my legs, in my blood, and tucking herself in the walls of my heart.

She swirls an expert touch around my pulsing clit, and a second finger slides inside of me. I rip my lips from hers as my head falls backward, and a whimper escapes.

“Louder,” she coaxes, curling her fingers and stroking them deep inside my pussy.

Reaching for her, I grip her wrist and use the hold as an anchor. She strums my clit at a quick pace that only seems to grow faster as the seconds pass. I forget to breathe and then gulp down air, repeating the same motions until my head feels too light.

“Bryce! Bryce, Bryce, Bryce.” I repeat her name like a chant, a plea.

It hits me suddenly. One second, I’m lurching my hips in search of more, and the next, I’m going boneless as release ripsinto me. I think Bryce moans at the sight of my pleasure because that can’t only be me . . .

“You’re so beautiful. Let it go, baby. I love you so much,” she murmurs, continuing to work her fingers.

“I can’t . . . I can’t take any more,” I whisper a beat later, pulling at her wrist.

She removes her fingers instantly and is quick to bring them to her mouth, licking them clean. I’m so wrung out that it takes more strength than it should to cup her breast again and pinch her hard nipple between my fingers. But I want to bring her the pleasure she brought me.

“Come to bed with me, Sunshine,” she says, gently removing my hand and using it to stabilize her when she swings off my lap.

“You need to be the one coming.”

Her smile is soft. “Not right now. I didn’t sleep well last night, and I just want to lie with you.”

“Okay,” I say, voice barely audible. “That sounds perfect.”

She helps me up, and we head to her bed. Our bed now.

I stall only a handful of steps from the couch. “Can I bring the yellow blanket with us?”

“Already trying to redecorate?” she teases.

“What do you think I’ve been doing the last few weeks?”

“Bringing sunshine to my life. I think I’ve stolen some of it along the way.”

I squeeze her hand as tight as I can and snag the blanket, pressing it to my chest.