Page 105 of Rush the Edge

I’m too lost in the sensation to say anything.

I’d let him have me right now if he asked.

“Fuck.” Kane squeezes my chin and pulls my mouth up to his. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth at the same time he presses his hips forward. I let him kiss me to the point that I can’t breathe. When he lets me go, I gasp for air and meet his dark gaze.

“What the fuck?” he grunts.

His heavy browline, always furrowed with anger, smooths. I look at his mouth when his tongue slips out to lick away my kiss.

“Never in my life have I ever done that.”

“Done what?” I’m in a daze, my voice sounding like I’m drunk.

He looks at his sweats. “Came from a fucking kiss.”

Wait, what?

Kane swallows roughly. He shakes his head back and forth, and I notice the red splotches on his chest from our heated moment. “Guess I can’t hide from what you do to me anymore.”

Unable to stop it from happening, a small smile curves against my mouth.

“Daisy Sullivan,” he warns. “If you look at me like that after coming all over my hand, it won’t be the last time.”

Kane climbs off the bed, and glances over his shoulder at me when I remain quiet. Those blue eyes hit me right in the chest, and he shakes his head at the sight of my barely concealed smile. “Get dressed,” he demands, “or else you’re not leaving my room.”

Before I can make an outlandish comment to tempt him, he spins and glares at me. “Don’t tempt me.”

The look he gives me sends the hairs on my arms upright. It’s dangerous and sexy all in one, but I know a warning when I see one.

We can’t do this, and we both know it.

I sigh and flip the covers off my legs to get dressed.

Surprisingly, my joints aren’t as sore as they have been the last few days. I’m lighter on my feet. It’s as if I’m walking on air.

Kane better be careful, or he’s about to become my new cure.

“Okay,” he says, walking out of the bathroom with new pants on. His lazy gaze watches my every move as I pull my clothes over my naked body. “I’ll distract your brother, and then you’ll slip out and go back to the apartment. Just tell him you were out with a friend.”

I cross my arms. “At seven in the morning?”

Kane shrugs and runs a hair through his perfectly messy hair. “Say you stayed the night.”

My eyebrow rises. “That’ll go over well. I mean, at least it’ll explain the fresh orgasm glow I’m sure I’ve got going on right now.”

A faint growl echoes around his room.

I pull back in surprise.

Did he just get jealous over a fictional scenario where I got an orgasm from someone other than him?

“Say you were with afemalefriend,” he adds.

I quietly laugh and roll my eyes. “Yes, sir.”

His hot glare drops to my mouth. His jaw flexes before he walks out his bedroom door.

I grab my bag that he must've snagged in the process of hauling me into his arms last night and glance over at his bedside table.

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