Page 99 of Rush the Edge

Just when I think he’s leaving me here, my door opens. I’m suddenly scooped into two strong arms and pressed against something hard.

His heartbeat pounds against my ear as I rest my head on his chest. I find myself wanting to smile.

“Again, I know you’re awake…” he grumbles.

This time, I can’t stop the curving of my mouth. “I’m too tired to walk,” I admit.

His chuckle rumbles against me. “I think you just want my hands on you.”

I should deny it.

I want to.

But in the end, I don’t. I grow even more comfortable in his arms, and I swear I fall asleep on the elevator ride up.

The door unlatches, and Kane continues walking me through the apartment.

“Just throw me on the bed,” I mutter. “I’m too tired to shower.”

“Throw you on the bed?” There’s a hint of seduction in his tone. “Don’t tempt me like that.”

His innuendo gives me just enough energy to pull my eyes open. The room is blanketed in dark shadows as he places me down onto what feels like a cloud.

“Thanks,” I whisper, eyes fluttering closed again.

I press myself into the bed happily. I inhale deeply, but then my eyes fly open.

“Wait.” I quickly sit up and ignore my achy limbs.

Kane blends in with the shadows as he stands over me. “Something wrong?” I can tell he’s smiling by the sound of his voice.

“This is not my bed!”This is not my room.

My legs drag with exhaustion, but adrenaline gives me enough strength to swing them over the side of his bed. Unfortunately, he’s standing right there to trap me. Kane creeps forward and leans in close, hovering above me. His hands fall to the bed beside my thighs, where he bundles the blankets in his tight fists.

The faint light from the window behind me shines directly on the side of his face, illuminating his tight jaw. “Lie down.”

“I’m not sleeping in your bed,” I refuse.

Kane dips farther toward me, and I remain still. When I realize he isn’t going to stop, it forces me to move backward. Otherwise, his lips would end up on mine, and that would be…hot.

I mean…bad.

It would be bad.

He lingers above me as I lie flat against his bed. His strong arms move toward my head, where he cages me, as if he doesn’t trust me to stay put.

“Go to sleep. You’re exhausted.”

What is the point of me sleeping inhisbed? Does he enjoy torturing us both?

“Well…are the sheets at least clean? Or am I sleeping where millions of other women have been?” I ask.

His chuckle cuts through the tension. “As if I let women in my bed.”

Vivid thoughts play out in my head of Kane fucking women in other places in his house. The couch? The kitchen counter? Theshower?!

My mouth runs dry.

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