Page 154 of Rush the Edge

A soft breath slips from my mouth when his hand moves closer to the apex of my thighs. With the water, he easily slips a finger inside of me, only to pull it out slowly a moment later.

He does this several times before my breathing turns from slow and steady to ragged and uneven.

“Feel good, baby?” He nuzzles his nose against the side of my cheek.

I answer with a whimper and relax farther into his hard chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters, spreading me wider with another finger. “I love watching you come undone from my touch.”

I lick my lip, my eyes remaining shut. His slow strokes feel so good I can’t focus on anything but the way my body is curving to meet him halfway. The water laps the sides of the tub, the splashing mixing in with my heavy breathing.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice raspy.

The brushing of his teeth against my earlobe pulls a moan out of me, and when he adds his thumb to my clit, I turn my face and find his lips.

The kiss is lazy and slow. Our tongues move in sync, his fingers working their magic. My toes begin to tingle, and water laps at my breasts. I arch my back with the first touch of pleasure bundling low in my belly and then break completely with a powerful orgasm.

“My god,” Kane groans against my back, a low rumble deep in his chest.

My eyes flutter open, the bathroom in a hazy glow. I’m sated, but with his rigid length digging into me from behind, I know he’s far from it. I try to turn, ready to rub my hand against him, but he stops me with a firm grip on my wrist.

Our gazes crash, and he studies me with a furrowed brow. “What are you doing?”

I inhale a shaky breath. “Taking care of…” I nod at his wet shorts stuck to his body like glue. They outline how hard he really is, but before I can do anything, Kane is climbing out of the tub while picking me up in the process.

We’re soaking wet, water falling to the rug beneath his feet. “Absolutely not.” His voice is pulled tight. “I’m here to take care of you. Nothing more.”

After wrapping me in a fluffy towel, he walks me over to my bed and lays me down before going back into the bathroom.

I don’t know how long it takes him to return, but we’re both fully dry when he pulls me underneath the covers with him. He kisses my forehead softly, and I snuggle closer to his warmth. I know I should be worried that River will walk in after his shift and see us like this, but I just don’t have the energy.

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I wake to a tiny sliver of sunlight streaming through my window. I sigh wistfully, my muscles less achy and my mind a little clearer. I know my body enough to know that things are still feeling off, especially as I glance at the clock and see that it’s almost lunch time.

How long did I sleep?

I groggily sit up and try to remember the night prior. My gaze is pulled to the bathroom. I flush, and a small smile slides onto my mouth.

Kane Barlow taking care of me is my new favorite thing in the entire world.

His tender touch, soft kisses, and talented hands…no one would believe me if I told them.

I guess I’ll just add that to my list of secrets that have been continuing to pile up.

After steadying my feet and taking care of my needs in the bathroom, I quickly run my fingers through my hair and splash water on my face.

My temperature is normal, which is a good sign.

Walking over to my window, I pull back the curtain and let the sun shine onto my plants.

“There,” I whisper.

A deep voice catches my attention from the living room, and butterflies pull me toward the door.

“You know she’s going to be pissed,” River says, voice hinting with humor.

“So?” Kane scoffs. “Plus…who’s to say I don’t know how to take care of plants?”

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