Page 92 of Rush the Edge
I should banmyself from talking to Kane, because I clearly can’t be trusted when it comes to him.
Butterflies fly to my stomach when his name appears on the screen. My finger hovers over the decline button. I teeter back and forth with an impulse I can’t seem to escape from and eventually hit accept.
His face appears, and the breath whooshes from my lungs.
Perfectly tousled hair, steely blue eyes staring at me through the screen, and a flexing jaw that my fingers beg to touch.
Even with exhaustion settling into my bones, one look from him and I’m wide awake.
“You don’t believe me?” He shifts his attention all around my face. “Let me show you something.”
Dangerous thoughts slip into my head, a trail of fire left behind from each one.
He pops up from his hotel bed and walks through his room until he stops and pans the camera. A lit-up city comes into view through the windows, and I suddenly feel insane for thinking he was going to show me something else.
“See how awake the city is?” he asks.
“Yeah?” I answer with hesitation.
The camera moves back to his face, and he has a determined look in his eyes—the same one he wears on the ice.
“Tell me what I’m doing in my hotel room on the phone with you instead of being out there with everyone else?”
I say nothing, so he continues after sitting on the bed and scooting up to rest against the headboard.
“When I say I can’t resist you, I mean it.” His eyes flare. “Something you know deep down.”
A soft swallow moves down my throat as I repeat his words in my head. “I think you can’t resist teasing me,” I argue.
There’s an uptick in my pulse the longer we talk. The tension bundled in my lower stomach tightens with his lopsided smile. This is exactly why I needed to take care of myself. I’m full of pent-up sexual tension, and it’s forcing me to think hot…err, I meanhorriblethoughts about Kane.
“Of course I can’t resist teasing you, little devil.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that why you stole the batteries from my vibrator?”
Kane shrugs. “Sure.”
My lips flatten. “That wasn’t very convincing.”
His hot smirk slowly disappears. He sighs loudly and looks away from me. I stare at the sharp curve of his jaw as it flickers back and forth.
“What?” I ask quietly.
I watch him closely. Silence settles between us, but the energy is buzzing, even through the phone. My heart pounds, and my palms tickle with sweat. “Kane?—”
He snaps his blue eyes to me suddenly, his pupils dilating. “I should get off the phone.”
The disappointment hits me like a freight train. I open my mouth to accept his suggestion, because he’s right. What are we even doing right now?
A second passes and then another. My finger creeps toward the end button.
He exhales loudly. “Too late. You win.”
His temples flicker back and forth with the grinding of his jaw. He seems fed up with something.
Me?
Himself?
