Page 150 of Stealing Sunshine

“Is there anything else I can do?” she murmurs between slow kisses.

“Well, you missed your shot to carry me through the door, but—Bryce!”

With a beaming grin, she sweeps me into her arms and carries me through the living room archway. I cling to her, my fake wings smacking into her, and let our laughs intertwine. They make a beautiful sound, one that I want to hear a million more times.

“Please forgive me, your majesty. Let me rectify my mistake,” she teases lowly, nipping at the tip of my nose.

I sigh dramatically, pressing the back of my hand to my forehead. “Well, if you insist.”

Bryce slowly lowers me to the couch, and I watch with a loopy smile as she climbs onto my lap, pinning me beneath her weight. Her hands find purchase on the couch, bracketing my head as she leans in, our faces mere inches apart.

“I love you, Sunshine,” she declares, her eyes flicking between mine.

The blue in them is so bright, so alive, that I swear I can make out every tiny ridge of the black surrounding them.

My eyelids droop when she skims her lips across mine. “I love you, Frosty.”

“I’m going to make love to you now, so I hope you’ve thought ahead and called for a sub.”

My stomach flutters, a zip of excitement shooting up my spine. “I might have.”

“Might have? That’s not good enough.”

“Play me my playlist, Bryce,” I whisper.

Recognition flickers across her features. “Right now?”

“Right now.”

She slowly climbs from my lap and pulls her phone free ofher pocket. With a few swipes across the screen, music begins to play from the speaker.

“I wrote out every song on a piece of paper for you,” she says.

“I know.”

“You never said anything.”

I gaze up at her and smooth my hands down my thighs. “I wanted to see you and hear the songs. Not have them slipped under the door like a dirty secret.”

Taking my movements as the invitation I meant them as, she comes back to me, reclaiming her place on my lap. Her phone falls to the cushion beside us.

“Hear them and see me, then, baby.”

With a finger to the underside of my jaw, she tilts it to the side, baring my neck. I stretch it a bit further just to be a smartass, loving my ability to get under her skin. She presses an open-mouthed kiss to my throat and chuckles.

My voice is breathy when I ask, “Is it true you’ve been turning down female clients?”

She rakes her teeth against my pulse. “Yes.”

“You don’t have to do that for me. I don’t care who you tattoo as long as you get to do it.”

“I don’t want to touch another woman, Daisy. Period. Justmywoman. And before you ask, I haven’t wanted a man in three years. They may as well not exist.”

“If I say that I love you again, will it start getting annoying?” I ask, shivering with desire when Bryce sucks at my throat.

My skirt is high and tight, and the feathers keep tickling me, only making my sensitivity to touch that much more intense. I’d be happy if we were both naked already, but that would mean Bryce getting off me, and that’s just not acceptable right now.

I like being her plaything, and right now, she’s enjoying toying with me in any way she can.

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