Page 68 of Rush the Edge

I can play dirty and come out on top, but she’s right. I do want her naked, and I think, deep down, I want her to need me in ways that have nothing to do with stripping her bare. It’s driving me crazy not knowing what’s going on with her.

I grip her chin with my thumb and finger and bring her gaze up to mine. “You’re still so beautiful, Daisy.”

Darkness surrounds us, but there’s still a little bit of light filtering in from the bench. Those long lashes of hers flutter in disbelief, and I let out a raspy breath that I wish I were faking.

The truth is, she is still so beautiful, even if I am only telling her this now to get in her head.

“Kane,” she whisper-warns.

“Daisy,” I whisper back.

I’ve got her in the palm of my hand, thinking I’m playing nice when I’m filling her with all sorts of things that’ll make her more likely to strip naked and lose. But…what would she do if I kissed her? Would she kiss me back?

There’s a part of me that wonders if she’s playing me like I’m playing her, but would that really be so bad in the end?

I lean in close to her neck, skimming my nose against her delicate jawline on my way. Her slow gulp catches my attention as I let my lips brush against her ear. “God, I’ve missed you.”

Such a bitter truth.

“No you haven’t,” she says quietly.

“I have,” I argue. “But I hate myself for it.”

Surely she believes me, because it’s the truth.

I place a kiss to the spot right below her ear, and we’re pressed together so tightly I can feel her nipples tighten as they strain against her flimsy bra. My groin tingles, and I let my mouth gently press against her neck again.So soft.My eyes shut, and I drag my hand up her back, my thumb grazing her spine.

I’ve never felt so greedy before.

Women give themselves to me with a single wink in their direction, and I willingly take from them.

But nothingcomes close to this.

Being apart from her has only made things worse. Our chemistry has always been there, lying quietly under fleeting glances, but right now it’s irresistible. The tension is tight but so fucking addictive.

“Kane.” This time, my name is a plea. For what? I don’t know.

I sink my teeth into her neck and unclasp her bra at the same time. My throat closes with desire as the straps fall over her arms. I quickly pull it the rest of the way off, tossing it somewhere on the ice.

A silky breath falls graciously from her mouth that I quickly become obsessed with.

I can’t stop, even though I know I should. I’m pushing things too far.

“When was the last time you were touched, Daisy?”

I tug on her earlobe with my teeth while skimming my hand around to the waistband of her leggings. My finger plays with the top of it, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Fuck, I should stop.

“Not going to answer my question?” I tease, looking down at her.

I guide my fingers down farther, slipping into her panties. I’m twisted on the inside, a hot tug on every thought of touching her making it impossible to stop.

The goal was to get her naked and then declare myself the winner of our game of strip hockey, because between the two of us, only one of us is clothed, but things are taking a wild turn, and I can’t seem to care.

My hand slips in between her thighs, and my heart stops.

Fuck. There is no stopping now.

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