Page 113 of Rush the Edge

“Look at how wet you are for me, baby.”

His voice is low and gritty.

I move my hips against his teasing finger, wanting more.

“You’re just as greedy as I am,” he mutters.

His finger disappears, and I panic. I open my mouth to whine, but nothing comes out when I feel the quick flick of his tongue against my clit.

“God.” I shiver.

He licks and sucks, placing soft kisses against my inner thigh every so often.

“Ride my face,” he murmurs from in between my legs. “I’ve got you.”

His hands grip me around the waist hard, hoisting me up so I don’t fall. I move my hips up and down, chasing the high. One bite of his teeth against my clit, and I’m freefalling. A whimper slips from my lips as I rub against his scruffy face, still just as needy as before.

Kane pops up from his knees and wipes his face with the back of his hand. “You’re so goddamn addicting,” he groans. “Come on. We’re leaving.”

He pulls me by the hand after adjusting my dress back to its rightful position. He pushes on a hidden exit door, and the cool evening air washes over our heated bodies.

“Where are we going?” I ask, attempting to keep up.

“To my bed.”

I pull on his hand when he’s halfway out the door. “Wait! What about River? What will he think if we both just leave?”

Kane’s chest rises quickly. The moon gives off its light to show me the carnal look in his eyes. I’m not sure he cares about River at the moment.

“Well, I’m not fucking you in the hallway of a club, Daisy. So leaving is our next best option.”

The thought turns me on, and he notices.

Kane clenches his eyes and squeezes my hand at the same time. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m seconds from filling you now, regardless of where we are.”

I tug on Kane’s hand.

We’re playing with fire either way: leave and make River question our whereabouts, or stay and potentially have someone stumble upon us.

“I’m not that same innocent teenager you once knew.” The door slams shut behind Kane, hiding us in the dark. “I don’t need some fluffy bed and a gentle hand.”

“What exactly are you implying, little devil? You want me to fuck you filthy? Right here, right now?” He’s calling my bluff.

My fingers find the button of his jeans right away. He makes no effort to stop me when I start to unbutton them.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, Kane.”

Thirty-Eight

KANE

“I don’t thinkyou know what you’re asking for,” I warn.

My pants pool at my ankles, and Daisy’s warm hand rubs against the hard ridge outlining my boxers. It feels so fucking good that I can’t help but flex my hips forward. I grab her hand and help her rub against me until it’s too much.

She’s too much.

I can’t help myself.

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