Breaking the Rules (Pushing the Limits 1.50) - Page 75

If we were alone, I’d take it slow, worshipping every inch of her body. I’d work like hell for it to be her night—the night she enjoys the actual act of making love. And if it didn’t happen tonight, then I’d dedicate every night to that single pursuit.

Echo edges closer, and our lips move slowly as we both try to fight the build. There’s other people in the room. Other people.

Isaiah clears his throat. “Let’s take a walk, Beth.”

“Walks are overrated.” Odds are the Yankees are winning, and Beth’s oblivious to the world, meaning she’s in the dark about the heat radiating from Echo and me.

Echo’s hand drifts from my arm, applies pressure to my chest and places a few inches between us. She lets out a long gush of air. I understand her frustration. My body is wound tight.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Echo slips off the bed. After she’s done, I’ll probably take a long, cold one.

Echo gathers her actual pj’s, not her tank and underwear, and I glance at the clock. It’s late, and if Echo painted that much she didn’t eat lunch or dinner. I may not be able to spend the rest of the night bringing to life my fantasies, but I can do the small things that cause her to smile.

I grab her keys off the dresser. “Chicken sandwich or Chinese?”

“I’ll make a ham sandwich.”

“Nonnegotiable. You choose or I will.”

Echo kisses my cheek, and the caress burns past my skin and into my blood. “Chinese.”

She disappears behind the bathroom door, and my eyes catch Echo’s laptop. There’s a reason why I dragged Echo to Vail and it’s time I man up and face my mother’s past.

Echo

There’s something intimate about emerging from the bathroom fresh from a shower and in the clothes I intend to sleep in for the night so I can crawl into bed with someone. With Noah, I’ve actually reveled in that moment of entering the room. Especially when I’ve worn way less than this. His already deep brown eyes will darken, and a shadow of lust will cross his face.

After my scars, I thought no one would want or love me again. Noah’s proved me wrong.

With that being said, I brushed my hair five times in my attempt to build the courage to walk out the bathroom door. With Beth and Isaiah waiting on the other side, I find myself as nervous as the first night Noah and I spent alone.

Taking a deep breath, I leave, and the cooler air of the bedroom rushes my skin. Goose bumps form, and I rub my arms. Isaiah and Beth sit on the bed and munch on a shared container of pepper steak.

“Stop bogarting the rice.” Isaiah moves some of the pile from Beth’s side of the container, and she darts her fork as if to stab him, but he quickly snatches his hand back.

“You got the egg roll,” exclaims Beth. “I get the rice. That’s how stuff works between us, so stop messing with the system.”

“You ate half the egg roll, so I get half the rice.”

I roll

my eyes and ignore them. The scent of sweet-and-sour chicken drifts in the air and the Styrofoam container sits on the table with a plastic fork and bottled water, but Noah is missing.

“He dropped off the food then left with your laptop,” says Isaiah, reading my mind. Which means Noah’s in the business center.

“Thanks.” I glance down at my outfit: a T-shirt that slightly shows my midriff and gray drawstring pants. It’s not glamorous, but it’ll do for the hotel hallways. I grab my dinner and set out to find Noah.

Noah

With Echo’s food left for her in the hotel room, I drop into the chair in the business center and watch as her laptop springs to life. Anxiety snakes within me, and I think of Echo and her tapping foot. At least she has a way to release the pressure.

Echo’s Skype account appears with that annoying whooping sound, and as I minimize that window her email pops up. I notice a few unread messages: one from her dad, one from Lila, another from Mrs. Collins. I log Echo out and sign myself in, holding my breath as the account I hardly use loads.

I click on the lone new email from Keesha, and I briefly cover my eyes at the first sentence

Noah,

Yes, your mother’s family has contacted me, and they would like to meet with you, but...

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