Page 101 of Rush the Edge

She has nothing covering her breasts.

My mouth parts as I continue to stare at her teasing curves while realizing that her bare nipples are what’s grazing my chest.

Is she trying to kill me?I think for a moment. Actually, yeah, that’s probably likely.

“Daisy.” Her name squeezes out between my clenched teeth.

She makes a noise right before a breathy sigh floats against my skin.

“Where the hell is your shirt?” I sound calm, but I’m raging just as much as my dick is.

She snuggles further into me. “I was hot,” she says groggily. “Probably had a fever or something.”

I shut my eyes. “So you took your shirt off? While inmybed?”

Daisy tenses, as if just coming to.

Before she can scurry away, I flip her onto her back and hover above her. Those pretty eyes flutter open, and I silently wish the sun would rise a little more so I could get lost in the blue of them like I’m out at sea.

“I…” Her slow, shallow breaths catch my ear. “I forgot I was in your bed.”

I chuckle darkly. “Or do you enjoy tempting me?”

I’m turned on, irritated from the warnings in my head, and seconds from showing her how I really feel about her being in my bed.

This is bad.

I should have never even brought her here, but I was worried about her after she fell asleep in my car. After the fever incident and River’s constant checks on her, I thought it was best.

“I do like irritating you,” she whispers. “But I really did forget I was here.”

Silence nestles in between the space I’ve purposefully put between us, but the longer I stare at her from above, the more my eyes adjust. Perfect bow-shaped lips, high cheekbones, soft hair intertwined in between my fingers.

“Are you going to tell me to get off of you?”Why hasn’t she yet?

Her head tilts. “Will you actually listen?”

Heat erupts in my groin from the movement of her legs. I’m too afraid to see if she opened them up for better access, because if she did, I’ll take it as an invitation.

“I’ll listen,” I answer. “If you want to leave my bed, I’ll let you.”

This little game we’ve been playing needs to end.

I’m already too sucked in, thinking about her every second of the day, watching her from the ice when I should be paying attention to the game, forgetting that her brother is my best friend who I made a pact with years ago not to touch her.

I broke it not once, but twice. I shouldn’t break it again.

Unless…

“Do you want to leave my bed, Daisy?”

Silence.

All I hear is my raging heartbeat.

She opens her mouth, and I think I might die if she says yes.

“If you don’t want to leave my bed…” I unbury my hand from her hair and gently brush the strands away from her face. “Then tell me.”

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