Page 93 of Rush the Edge

“What do you mean, I win?” My voice is quiet and raspy.

Why do I suddenly sound like a porn star?

Kane’s tongue slips out of his mouth, and he swipes it quickly against his bottom lip. “I took the batteries because, yeah, I love irritating the hell out of you…”

An insult is on the tip of my tongue, but he interrupts me before I can get it out.

“And because I’m selfish as fuck.” Now, his voice is raspy.

Our eyes catch. My bedroom fades, and the only thing I see is his face through the phone.

“How so?” I squeeze my legs together slowly, hopeful he doesn't notice.

A frustrated noise leaves him, and it’s annoyingly hot. “I didn’t want you to get off…”

My jaw falls open with a silent gasp. Kane is bold, arrogant beyond belief, and I’m highly attracted to it. “So you took my vibrator batteries?”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t want you to get off without me there to watch…or help.”

I close my mouth and stare at him. Oh.Oh.With blood rushing to the apex of my thighs, it’s obvious that I like the idea more than I should.

He makes a noise, eyes focused on something other than my face. I glance at my shirt, and my cheeks grow warm.Thanks for giving me away, boobs.

“You like knowing I want to watch you?”His voice is seduction wrapped in a pretty bow that I’m suddenly desperate to untie.

With him alone in some hotel and me tucked away in my bedroom, I’m safe. There is nothing quite as enticing as Kane Barlow growing all hot and bothered, knowing he can’t touch me.

“Answer me,” he says.

I bite my lip before answering. “I wasn’t aware it was a question. You seemed pretty certain in your assumption.”

His jaw becomes even more defined as he leans back farther onto the headboard. “I still want to hear you say it.”

Oh, how badly I want to give in.

“I’d rather not admit something you can hold over my head when you decide to remember that you hate me.”Or worse, when you remember that I’m your best friend's little sister.

“I’ll tell you where the batteries are,” he says eagerly. “Or you can just wait until I get back, and I’ll help you with your little problem.”

That’s enticing.

Tooenticing.

Heat pools in between my legs, and I snap.

“Fine,” I rasp.

Kane’s eyes widen, full of hidden excitement.

“I…” My mouth runs dry because I know I’ll regret this later.

“Go on.” His tone is throaty, the words lingering.

My other hand, the one not holding the phone with a death grip, starts to play with the waistband of my shorts. “I like the idea of you watching me…”

His tongue slips out between his lips again, wetting them. “Finish the sentence.”

Desire floods me, and I follow his command right away. “I like the idea of you watching me get myself off.”

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