Page 69 of Rush the Edge

I’m going to hell after this. Not only am I going behind River’s back after I swore to myself that I never would again but also because, when this is done, she’s going to think I only touched her to win. If only she knew the thoughts in my head, then she’d know that I’m not doing this to win our game but because I’m out of control.

Daisy Sullivan is my soft spot.

Instead of laying her on the cold ice, I pick her up and skate us over to the bench. Her shaky, fast breaths fan over the side of my neck where her face is buried. After sitting her on the bench, I bend at the knee and untie her skates until they’re sprawled on the floor beside me. I hook my fingers inside the waistband of the tight leggings she’s wearing and slip them over her hips and down her legs.

“Kane—”

I shush her by dragging my fingers up the inside of her thighs. “By the looks of it, you haven’t been touched in a very long time.”

She tenses. “That isn’t true.”

It fucking better be.

I pause at the possessive thought that slips in. I need to get a grip. Unfortunately, that grip seems to beher.

My finger plays along the edge of her pussy, and I gaze at it like I haven’t seen one in years. Her body begs to be touched as she wiggles back and forth in an attempt to get me to touch the spot that she needs.

I wish I could spend all night relearning her curves.

The thrumming in my chest is too hard to ignore. My dick throbs, and my mouth waters.

I want a taste.

Just one.

I glide one finger inside her warmth, and her hips meet me halfway. She’s needy, and I fucking love it.

“It is true,” I rasp, slipping my finger in and out of her while gazing at her body. The toned muscles of her belly move back and forth with her ragged breathing. I place a light kiss to the inside of her knee while getting her all worked up. She makes a noise that gives me a new high.

I have veered so far off course that I can’t hear the warnings in the back of my mind.

Before I can talk myself out of it, my mouth replaces my fingers, and she coats my tongue.

“What are you?—”

I silence her by tugging on her clit with my teeth. A whimper flows from her mouth, and she opens up wider for me. I’ve never tasted better. I lick and suck, eating her pussy so well she’s curling her hips to meet my face.

It’s hot and addictive, and I know that as soon as she gets off, I have to end this, or I’ll do a lot more than bury my face between her legs. I’ll fuck her so hard that she won’t think of anyone but me ever again.

“Why does this feel so good?” she rasps.

Because we’re made for each other. That’s why.

Don’t even go there, Kane.

She’s so close. I graze her clit with my teeth and push two fingers into her, slow and steady.

Her pussy begins to tighten, and I quickly take my attention from in between her legs to her face.

Fuck.

My brain stalls.

Daisy coming is the hottest fucking thing I have ever witnessed. My fingers are soaked, and her whimpers continue the entire time she comes.

I can’t get enough. In the middle of her orgasming, I move back to her pussy and lick up every last drop of her. Then, I lick my fingers clean too.

The rising and falling of her ribcage catches my attention as I come back to reality.

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