Page 102 of Rush the Edge

Her sweet gasp hits me in every hidden spot as I brush my fingers against her delicate neck. I desperately crave her soft skin against my lips, so much that I’m starting to spew lies to myself.

Maybe if we give in to the tension, just this once, we won’t be so tempted the next time. The chemistry will simmer; the pull will lessen.

“No.”

My head jerks to the side. “No?”No, what?No, she won’t tell me, or no, she doesn’t want to leave my bed?

She pouts quietly, and I detest that I have no idea what she’s thinking.

I drag my fingers achingly slow against her neck and let them brush over her collarbone before skimming past the curve of her breast. I land at her hip bone and pause. “No, what?” I ask. “You don’t want to leave my bed? Or are you refusing to answer my question?”

Daisy’s ribs expand, and I bite my tongue.

God damn, she is irresistible.

“Just say it,” I beg.

“Say what?”

I’d give up my last breath to hear her say she wants me as much as I want her.

“That you want to stay right here in my bed.” I lean down and brush my lips against her ear. I inhale her scent, and goosebumps rise to my skin, just like they do hers.

My fingers get lost in her hair, and I tug on the strands to ground us both. “Tell me you want me to make you feel good. That even though we bicker and irritate each other on purpose, you still trust me enough to have you like this.”

Somehow, my hand ends up in between her legs. I keep it steady on the inside of her thigh, but all I want to do is pull the thin boy brief panties from her body and toss them to the floor with the rest of her clothes she shed throughout the night.

“Kane.” The heat behind my name coming from her lips is hot enough to burn the entire complex to ashes.

“Do you still trust me, Daisy?” I ask, hope obvious in my tone.

I glide my fingers up farther and play with the fabric of her panties.

We’re both out of breath, desire pulling in every direction.Say yes.

“You can go back to hating me after,” I say, in hopes it’ll encourage whatever the hell we're doing. “We can go back to remembering that you’re River’s sister and never speak of this again.”

I glide one of my fingers beneath the cotton of her panties.Ah, fuck.I shut my eyes from the heat pooling. My dick throbs, and my palms tingle. Touching Daisy feels right.So fucking right.

“I trust you,” she whispers.

Her head tips backward against my pillow the moment I give in.

My fingers brush against her arousal, and the room spins.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.”

A breathy whimper falls from her lips while her hips flex forward for more pressure.

“Patience, little devil.”I need this to last.

I slowly push a finger inside of her, and the heat travels through my bloodstream.

She moans, and it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. Eager to hear it again, I slowly pull my finger out only to glide it back in. The morning light begins to cast a glow throughout the room, and I watch her pretty lips part with pleasure.

“So fucking beautiful.” I’m talking to myself more than I am her.

I add another finger and angle my palm so it skims against her clit. Her sexy whimper fills my room, and all I want to do is catch it on my lips.

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