Page 128 of Rush the Edge

I’m not even positive that Daisy is on board with the thoughts in my head. If I alluded to them all, they’d probably scare the hell out of her.

“Six minutes.”

I glance at the doorway to the locker room, and panic sets in. Six minutes?

My thoughts are all over the place.

I’m unfocused, and I know just the thing I need.

Six minutes is plenty of time.

With my freshly taped stick, I head to the doorway.

“Where’re you going?” Rhodes asks, being the father of the team and all.

“To take care of something.” I don’t bother waiting to see his reaction.

The hall is quiet, the reporters still locked away until the end of the game. I peek into Daisy’s dressing room, searching for her, but she’s nowhere in sight.

Where is my little devil?

After a few more seconds of searching, I quickly move over to the hallway that leads to the ice. It’s long and narrow and echoes with the sounds of fans. My lip curls with anticipation when I see her standing there, all alone, in her devil’s costume.

I creep down the hall as quietly as possible. I rest my stick against the side of the wall and slide behind her. “There’s my little devil,” I whisper.

Daisy gasps as she spins toward me. Those wide eyes as blue as the sky lock onto me with a flash of excitement in them.

“What are you doing?” She peeks around me to see that we’re all alone. “The last period is about to start.”

I shrug. “We’ve got a few minutes.”

Daisy’s hip pops, and she flings those shiny waves over her shoulder. “For?”

“For me to remind you of something.” I drop my gloves at her feet and grab her. A breath rushes into the empty space as I push her gently against the wall. Her gasp is heaven to my ears.

Our eyes lock, and the words on the tip of my tongue are dangerous. “I just wanted to remind you that you’re mine.”

“Oh?” Her playful smile sends me reeling. “Am I?”

“I almost stopped mid-game to pull that guy away from you.” I don’t care if that makes me sound insane.

Daisy’s soft laugh calms me. “Your jealousy is showing.”

More like insecurity.

Panic squeezed my lungs as I sat on the bench and watched that guy practically drool over her. Fear seeped in at the thought of losing her again, which is exactly why I need to remind her that she’s mine, even if we haven’t discussed the ins and outs of whatever the hell we’re doing right now.

“That’s the difference between you and me,” I say in a low voice. My hand creeps past her hip, and I graze my knuckles against the inside of her thigh. She has on thin, sparkly, nude tights that I want to rip to shreds. “I’ll admit when I’m jealous, and you won’t.”

Daisy’s chin tips with my other hand cupping the side of her face. Her skin warms my callused palm, putting me into a daze. I zero in on her pretty mouth and watch her tongue jolt out to wet the plump bottom lip. A waterfall of heat works through me, and I pull her mouth to mine.

The world stops spinning. I’m calm and grounded when I have her like this but eager too. A sweet noise leaves her, and I swallow it whole.

“Turn,” I say, separating our mouths for a second.

Her little brows crowd, and I don’t waste any time. I spin her, the sound of the zipper blending in with my racing heart. She peers over her shoulder at me with pink cheeks and confusion.

“Kane,” she warns.

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