Page 132 of Rush the Edge

As if.

Slowly, with my heart pounding violently inside my ears, I pull my costume the rest of the way off.

It falls in a heap at my feet.

I stare at Kane, and he stares right back.

The playfulness is still there on his features when his eyes drop.

My hair hides my chest perfectly, concealing my pebbled nipples, only showing off the bottom curve of my breasts.

I watch Kane’s eyebrow hitch as he takes me in.

He digs into the pocket of his pants and pulls out his phone.

I glance at mine and see his name lighting up on the screen.

“You found me,” I say as soon as I put it on speaker.

“Wasn’t hard.” He chuckles. “I can smell your arousal from here.”

I snap my attention to him through the glass. An entire rink separates us, yet he can still irritate me with a few words.

At this point, I think bickering is how we flirt.

I pretend to squint. “If I look close enough, I think I can see your hard-on.” I pause for a second. “Oh, actually. I think that’s just a shadow. Youareon the smaller side compared to the guys I've been with before.”

His growl echoes around the empty box seat.

A laugh bursts from my mouth, and he sighs with annoyance.

“You love fucking with me, don’t you?” His voice is low, and it hits all the right spots.

I bite my lip and lean closer to the glass. His eyes light up across the ice.

“I’m just trying to keep up with you,” I admit. “I can’t let you have the upper hand.”

His chuckle is raspy. “It’s funny that you think I have the upper hand when it comes to you, Daisy.”

He stands in the same spot with his phone up to his ear, his eyes never leaving the box.

“I like the idea of having control when it comes to the unattainable Kane Barlow,” I admit.

Have there been any other girls who have been able to bring Kane to his knees?

If only he knew that it was me who was wrapped around his finger and not the other way around. I mean, look at the situation I’m in—standing in a public place, completely naked, just to prove a point to him.

Never mind the fact that this isKane.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he says.

A spark rushes to the tips of my toes with a challenge.

“I know that look,” his rugged voice interrupts my thoughts. “You’re gonna try to prove a point.”

He knows me too well.

His eyes follow me as I slowly push one side of my hair behind my shoulder to show off my breast. I smile to myself when his breathing becomes labored.

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