Page 112 of Rush the Edge
The moment I decide to head for Kane, a path opens up. My pulse quickens, thrumming in various places on my body. The closer I get, the faster it goes, only for it to stop altogether when Kane turns and disappears.
I continue moving in his direction, but there’s fear in the back of my head that slows my steps. Am I about to stumble upon something I can’t unsee?
Shit. What am I doing?
I’ve passed the line to the bathroom, darkness enveloping me the farther I move down the quiet hallway.
My hand skims the sticky wall as I turn the corner, and I ram into something hard.
“Good choice.” Kane pins me against the wall, his warm, malty breath fanning against my face. “I would’ve hated to lead that girl on even further because you were too stubborn to call it quits.”
The beating of my heart is louder than the thumping club music. I press myself farther into the wall, hoping it’ll give me enough backing to think rationally, but it doesn’t. Kane edges closer, his strong scent putting me in a daze. Sharp prickles of need are everywhere, but I’m afraid to make the first move.
Kane’s hands find me in the dark. “That guy is lucky you decided to give up.” His voice is throaty. “Otherwise, he’d probably be in the hospital.”
My breathing is sharp and quick. He presses his knee in between mine, and all I want to do is sink down onto it. The rough calluses on his palm glide against my bare arm in featherlight strokes, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. When his hand lands at the base of my neck, he pushes my hair behind my shoulder, and I let out a shaky breath.
“What are we doing?”His touch feels so good.
Without my permission, my head slowly falls to the side, giving Kane better access to my neck.
“I told you I always get what I want.” His mouth hovers over my pulse, hot puffs of breath coating my skin. “And what I want is you.”
Heat pools at the apex of my thighs. I push my breasts against his chest, desperate for the touch.
“Kane.” Saying his name is the only warning I’ll give.
“Do you know that I’ve never stopped wanting you?” he asks quietly.
My stomach dips, and without hesitation, I lift one of my hands and grab onto his scruffy chin. I bring his face to mine. “Then prove it.”
Time slows.
Kane’s movements are steady and sure as he pushes my hand from his face and grips my chin with force.
His mouth covers mine, and I open willingly.
I jump up, and he catches me with ease. I wrap my legs around his waist and give in to the pleasure. His tongue slips past my lips, and I make a noise that doesn’t go unnoticed.
“You make me wild, little devil,” he says before kissing me again.
I’m putty in his palm.
I make him wild. He makes me desperate.
His silent kissing demands I follow all his cues and commands.
“Open.” Kane’s palm nudges my legs farther apart, keeping one underneath me to hold me up.
I do exactly as he says. My dress bundles around my hips, giving free rein to Kane’s fingers. One brushes against my slit, and my legs shake.
“No more games,” he rasps.
Suddenly, my feet are placed on the floor, and Kane drops to a knee. Through the dark, I see how he angles his face to stare up at me. His hand slowly glides up my smooth leg, and I’m a mess.
Goosebumps fly to the surface, and my nipples tighten. Cool air floats in between my legs, brushing against my wet panties. Kane hooks a finger beneath the fabric and pulls them aside. “This is mine, Daisy.”
A whimper falls free from my mouth when his finger runs against my seam.
