Page 153 of Rush the Edge

“Is that only if you can’t come out of it on your own?” I ask.

She nods against my chest, sucking in deep breaths.

The bath is getting cooler, but so is she, which is good. The ends of her hair are wet as I brush them out of the way. “How do you come out of it on your own? Tell me how to help you.”

“I just have to try to rest and manage my stress. When I get stressed or sick, it puts my immune system into overdrive, and then I go into a flare.”

Guilt crashes into me.

Fuck.

“You’re stressed because of us, aren’t you?” I ask.

“Maybe,” she whispers, relaxing into my chest farther. “It’s hard to know.”

Silence settles within the bathroom, nothing but my guilt filling the gaps.

“What can I do to help you?” I pray she doesn’t say what I fear the most.

“This is a good start,” she says quietly. “Baths reduce stress and inflammation.”

I nod and go back to rubbing her muscles again. I softly knead her shoulders and biceps before reaching over and grabbing her body wash.

Jasmine and eucalyptus.

That explains her sweet, earthy smell that I continue to crave—that and all her plants.

The soap lathers between my palms, and I begin to rub her legs, smoothing the soap over each curve that I long for.

“That feels good,” she whispers in a sleepy voice.

My mouth is right over her ear. “Good.”

After her legs, I glide my hands up her arms and move to her shoulders again. The bath fills with sudsy bubbles, covering up parts of her body from me. I push my thumbs gently into her muscles, and she makes a noise that resembles her sweet moaning from just the other day when I had her wrapped around my dick.

“Feel good?” I ask.

“Mm-hmm.” I watch with rapt attention as Daisy’s legs fall open, as if they’re inviting me to relax her even further.

“You know what else is good for reducing stress?” I move my hands into her hair and tug gently on the strands.

Her head flops to the side, giving me more access to the nape of her neck. I pull on her hair a few more times before my hand slowly descends beneath the water, disappearing from sight.

“Orgasms.”

Daisy’s eyes flutter open, the wild desire for my touch still bright through her sleepiness. She keeps a hold of my gaze as she grabs onto my wrist and slowly pulls it farther into the water, landing right in between her thighs.

“Open your legs,” I whisper. “And let me take care of you.”

Fifty-One

DAISY

Kane is a good distraction.His hands are an even better one.

My eyes close, and it feels like I’m floating. Water caresses my body, the waves of Kane’s subtle movements gliding against my skin like a feather. I’m so tired, exhaustion keeping me unmoving, while his fingers play with the inside of my thigh.

I’m worked up in all the best ways, craving his touch instead of sleep.

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