Page 43 of Rush the Edge

She doesn’t have to do anything to press on my mind. She messes with my head by just existing. Daisy is everything that I could’ve had if I didn’t take the wrong path. I was naive enough to think she would look beyond what was on the exterior, but it turned out neither of us knew each other like we thought.

There’s a pulsing in my head that I can’t ignore.

My blood pressure rises the longer she stares up at me with those pretty blue eyes, eyelashes fluttering every few seconds.

Don’t let her win.

With quick reflexes, I have her pinned to the door again. A gasp flies from her mouth, and I want to catch it with my ownsofuckingbadly.

“You want to know how you’re fucking with my head, Daisy?” I ask quietly.

She turns her head to hear me, but the only thing it does is give me clear access to her slender neck. I eye her racing pulse thumping against the soft skin, and it gives me just enough energy to finish what I started.

My knee nestles in between her legs as I grab both of her hands and press them above her head. Her wrists are so tiny in my grasp that I can easily pin them there with one of my hands. The excitement it brings me to have her trapped should terrify her.

Look at her, caught in my clutches, just like I was caught in hers years ago.

“You feel this?” I ask, gliding my other hand to her lower back.

I pull her tight to my body, and a hot breath escapes her lips. “Do you feel the pull between us?”

Daisy gulps, and I stare at her mouth. I lift my hand and brush my thumb against her plump bottom lip so gently it tricks her into thinking I’m going to be soft with her, but that’s not who I am anymore.

Her eyes widen as soon as my hand slips to her neck.

To my surprise, she doesn’t pull away. Daisy’s sexy little body is still pressed into mine, and I know she can feel how hard I am.

It takes everything in me not to rub against her.

I want her.

I still fucking want her.

My heart skips a beat, and I immediately pull myself away from those dangerous thoughts.

“Well?” I put a little more pressure on her neck just to get her attention. Once I have it, I skim my palm over every one of her curves, ending at her thigh. My fingers dig into the denim before I scoop her leg up and wrap it around my waist. I do what I say I wouldn’t and push into her.

A raspy noise hits my ears, and I bury my head into the crook of her neck so I don’t do something I’ll regret.

Like kiss her.

My fingers sweep up her leg until I reach the curve of her ass. While palming it, I flick my tongue against the delicate skin along her jawline, and it pulls a faint whimper from her.

I clench my eyes.

You’ve made your point, Kane.

But have I?

I whisper seductively in her ear, “Am I inside your head like you’re in mine?”

She doesn’t need to answer me, because I already know.

There’s heat pooling between her legs and pebbled bumps brushing my chest through the thin material of her bra.

“Do you feel me everywhere?” I run my nose down her jawline before pulling back abruptly to look into her eyes.

A hot swallow works down my throat.

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