Page 100 of Rush the Edge

“I’m a woman, and I’m in your bed,” I rasp.

Kane finally backs away, and I think I’m in the clear, but then he slips his arms underneath me. “You’re not just a woman,” he whispers, scooting us to the middle of his bed. He drapes the covers over my body, and to my surprise, he lifts his hand and gently brushes my hair away from my face. “You’re Daisy.”

His words surround my heart with something unfamiliar. I ignore the faint feeling of butterflies in my stomach and stay quiet.

“Go to sleep,” he says again, but this time, it’s a whisper that floats against my skin like a feather. I force my eyes closed and fall asleep within minutes.

Thirty-Four

KANE

I waketo my phone pinging and groggily trap it within my tired grip. Squinting from the light, I wait until my eyes focus and instantly dread the words following the random number.

Unknown

It wasn’t enough. They’re saying I still owe.

My heart thuds inside my rib cage.

What does he mean it wasn’t enough?

I skip my gaze all around my room, like the answer is written on the walls somewhere.

I paid the amount Miles said he owed, so either he lied to me, or he gambled again and added more dollar signs to his debt.

I click my phone off with anger. The morning sun is close to shining over the buildings, but for now, I decide to bask in the darkness of my room and ignore the pit in my stomach.

Daisy shifts beside me, and just like that, I’m distracted.

A yearning flies to my fingertips, but I’ve been on my best behavior all night.

Each time I stirred awake, I kept my distance, knowing she needed rest. Sure, I stared at her a few times and traced the curve of her delicate jaw, but as if there was an imaginary line drawn between us, I stayed on my side of the bed.

That isn’t to say she has stayed on her side, though.

Her body heat pricks my skin, and if I move a breath in her direction, we’ll be touching.

It’s like high school all over again. The most innocent touches from her turn into wicked thoughts and insane desires. Nerves eat away at my stomach, which is insane because I rarely get nervous.

Especially with a woman.

Daisy moves again, and every hair on my body stands erect. Out of my peripheral vision, I watch her turn toward me with an outstretched arm.

My heart pounds.

One of her legs wraps around mine, and I die a silent death when she uses it as an anchor to pull herself closer.

Fuck me.

If she were awake, she wouldn’t be doing this. She’d probably scowl at me and say something to irritate me, so I take this for what it is and wrap my arm around her and trap her.

There is no reason for my behavior other than it feels too damn good to have her body heat mingling with mine.

Daisy makes a noise, and my dick is the first to notice.

Her chest brushes against my side, and I’m on edge. I squeeze my eyes shut until…is she shirtless?

I snap to her torso playing peek-a-boo with the covers, and my life flashes before my eyes.

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