Page 97 of Rush the Edge

Without even looking in her direction, I know she’s irritated with me by the sound of her tone. I step onto the ice with my left skate and raise my arm toward the crowd. I make a circle around her while they cheer before casually slipping my arm around her waist to escort her off the rink.

Her peppermint scent fills my senses, and I refrain from inhaling because I know the cameras are on us. “Jealous?” I mutter, barely moving my lips.

“No,” she hisses.

As soon as we disappear down the hall toward the locker room, she shoves my arm away from her waist with as much force as she can muster up.

I keep up with her angry stride. “Oh, good. You can find your own ride, then?”

She stops walking, so I do too.

“Something wrong?” I ask with a teasing tone.

Come on, admit it.

I’m desperate for her to tell me she’s just as jealous as I am. I want her all to myself, even if I can’t technically have her.

If I can’t have her, no one can.

My shoulders tense.What a fucking possessive thing to say.

Yet…I said what I said.

Daisy waits for the equipment manager to pass before popping her hip. “Nothing's wrong.”

She’s lying right through her white teeth.

“You’ll find a ride home, then?” I glance backward, and sure enough, the woman with the press badge I flirted with for a total of three seconds is waiting for me. When I turn back toward Daisy, she’s staring in the woman’s direction with pursed lips.

“Daisy,” I muse, “you’re showing all your cards.”

Her chest heaves, and she exhales. The air surrounding us grows tight, my own breathing labored. I have the sudden urge to wrap my hands around her shimmery cheeks to pull her in to kiss me.

“Well, you’re the gambler out of the two of us. Sorry I don’t have a poker face,” she snaps.

My lips twitch.Mm, she must be really irritated.

“Just admit that you’re jealous.” I take a step closer to her, and to my surprise, she keeps herself planted in the same spot.

She rolls her eyes, and my dick twitches.

I’ve gotta get this cup off immediately.

“Why? Does it even matter?” she asks, fully exasperated.

I nod.

It matters to me.

She sighs. Her hot breath against my face makes my knees weak. “It’s not like anything will happen between us if I admit it. I’m still River’s little sister.”

My hands trap her waist. I drag her around the corner of the hall and gently push her against the wall with enough force to shut her mouth. “You don’t think anything will happen between us? Just because you’re off-limits?”

I glide my hand over her curves slowly, embracing the way she feels against my callused palm. The moment I touch the outer part of her breast, her breathing changes from annoyed heaves to ragged gasps.

She’s out of her mind if she thinks I won’t cross the line with her again.

I drive my stare into hers. “If you’re off-limits to me, you’re off-limits to everyone.”

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