Page 122 of Rush the Edge

“If you still feel the same undeniable pull between us. The unbreakable connection. The desperation to touch…”

Our warm breath mingles, my body craving him in the worst way. Tiny sparks of desire tingle against my skin as a flush creeps its way up my neck.

“Answer me,” Kane says.

The room spins, and he brings my face closer to his, our lips nearly touching.

“Why does it matter what I feel?” I whisper. It’s not like this can really go anywhere. Right?

“It matters because if you say yes, it gives me a reason to be good again. To be the guy I used to be before everything got fucked. You’d be my reason, Daisy.”

He is good. He tries to hide it, but he is. The fact that he thinks he’s not hurts me.

“Daisy.” He is pleading with me, and I can’t deny him, not when he’s like this.

A second passes.

Then another.

My mouth opens. “Yes. But?—”

“No buts.”

My body ignites when his mouth seals against mine. The way his tongue slips inside to explore should be a crime. His kiss is possessive and untamed, bringing out a side of me that I didn’t know existed.

I make a noise when he tugs on my hair, kissing me so hard that our teeth clank against one another. We break apart, and his eyes flip back and forth between mine, like he can’t believe that we’re doing this again.

“Shit,” he mutters.

He picks me up in one fluid movement and wraps my legs around his waist.

I grab onto his face, his scruff scratching my palms. I kiss him again and again, my hair falling around us like a shield of protection.

“I want to kiss every part of your body,” he murmurs.

The stuffy air of the dressing room blankets my sweaty skin as Kane pulls my costume down and over my shoulders. He peppers my neck with soft kisses before moving down to my collarbone.

Chills rush to the surface, and my head falls back with pleasure.

“Take me,” I whisper.

Kane stills, his mouth hovering over my flushed skin. Before I know it, he’s spinning us around and flicking the lock on the door. My back presses to the floor, and I’m stripped bare. The trailing of his sultry gaze over my curves has my stomach flipping. It’s a thrill I never knew I’d like.

Kane’s shirt flies over my head, and he quickly pulls his pants down. He’s at my center before I have a chance to think and pushes into me slowly.

“Oh my god,” I sigh.

Kane’s mouth moves to my breast. The warm flick of his tongue against my nipple sends my legs open farther. “So perfect,” he whispers, taking turns between each breast. “Do you know how perfect you are?”

My soft laugh is full of sarcasm. Perfect? I have an autoimmune disease.

“My body literally attacks itself,” I remind him. “I’m far from perfect.”

Kane freezes above me, hauling himself to his forearms. I furrow my forehead and move against him, wanting more, but his hand falls to my hip to stop me.

My bottom lip pops out.

“Take it back,” he demands.

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