Breaking the Rules (Pushing the Limits #1.5)(110)
“It’s late, baby. I have a feeling neither one of us is going to want to put it up later.”
Echo grabs another blanket and two pillows. “We’re sleeping in the open tonight.”
She has that damned sexy, under-the-eyelash hooded look as she says it, and any room I had in my pants disappears. I twine my fingers with hers and pull Echo close. “You don’t have to do this. Jumping from a cliff—that’s hardcore risk-taking.”
Confronting her mother. Standing up to Hunter. That’s even harder core.
In the moonlight, her eyes shine bright. “I want to look at stars tonight.”
Then stars it is. I release Echo long enough to take the blankets and a pillow from her, tuck them under my arm then reclaim her hand. We leave the parking lot and enter the campsite, heading straight for the path.
The campground is packed with campers. Fires crackle. Children laugh and shout. The scent of hot dogs fills the air. As we walk hand in hand, Echo squeezes my fingers. “This is my boyfriend.”
I turn my head, wondering who the hell she’s talking to then see her making eye contact with a middle-aged couple that has three kids around a campfire.
“He’s got two younger brothers,” she continues, “and he adores them.”
The couple laughs, but doesn’t say anything. As I open my mouth to ask what the hell that was about, she starts again with two guys fixing fishing rods. “My boyfriend just spent hours at an art gallery because he supports me.”
They also laugh because what the f*ck else is there to say to that? “What are you doing?”
“Letting you know that you’re the man I want to walk down the street with.”
Her words stop me short, and a tug on my hand urges me to continue walking. “Of all the things I say, that’s what you grab on to?”
“I grabbed on to it all, but that’s the one I knew I could easily fix.”
The moon lights our path. Each time we’ve stayed in a park like this, we’ve played the game where she hides and I hunt, but there’s a silent agreement that the game is over. Neither of us will hide anymore.
When the trees give way to the field we played in days before, Echo changes our direction, heading toward its center. The grass hits our legs, and when we’re far enough in for no prying eyes to see, Echo draws the blanket from me and spreads it out onto the ground.
From the other side, I drink Echo in. She’s a slender goddess in the shadows created by the moonlight, and the way she gazes at me reminds me how much she owns me. It’s a sexy look. One that dances along my skin before the actual touch.
Maybe she is a wood nymph. Maybe she belongs to some long-lost bloodline and being here in this field, in these woods, brings that special spark to the surface.
Or maybe it’s because for the first time since I’ve met her, Echo’s taken control of her destiny. She’s learned how to put herself first while still being the girl I love.
“What you did tonight, for Meredith...” There’s no words. “I’m not sure I could love you more.”
Echo smiles and glances away, too proud of her deeds to accept the compliment. “She’s my friend.”
“If the world lived by your personal code, there’d be a lot less fighting.”
Echo kneels on the blanket and situates the pillows near the top and unfolds the other cover. “As I said, she’s my friend.”
I sit beside her and help arrange our bed. “Do you regret it? That you have to wait to study here for a year?”
“To be honest, I’m more excited than I was before. Hunter is giving me a great opportunity, but he reminds me a lot of my dad. It feels powerful to know that I negotiated my own future. Does that make sense?”
“Yes.” It’s how I feel about my brothers and my newfound uncle. I’ve got a future now—on my terms.
“Hey, Noah,” she says.
“Yeah?”
Her mouth moves up into this sensual smile. “I sold a painting today to a gallery in New York City.”
Damn, I like her happy. “You did.”
“So for about thirty seconds today, that made me a rock star.”
I chuckle and sweep her hair over her shoulder, letting the soft strands drift from my fingers. “You’re always a rock star.”
“Hey, Noah,” she says in this soft voice that licks fire into my veins.
I raise my eyebrows at her in response.
“I’m sort of done talking.”
And so am I.
Echo
We haven’t made love since the first time and part of me expects nerves, but what I’m shocked at is the lack of them. Maybe it’s because I’m too happy. Maybe it’s because it’s late, and I’m a bit drunk on the high of saving not only Meredith’s dreams, but my own. Or maybe it’s because I love Noah, and he loves me, and I’m not afraid to trust our future.
In the middle of this field, far off the trail that’s forever away from the campground, it’s like we’ve created our own world. No one else exists—only the two of us, and that’s completely fine with me.
Noah lays a hand on the curve of my waist, next to my hip, and I wiggle closer to him. The heat of his palm rushes past my clothes and straight into my bloodstream.
I raise my head, and Noah’s right there. His breath hot on my face, his lips mere centimeters from mine. There’s an electricity that develops between us. A hypnotic force field pulling us into each other. My heart picks up speed. I swallow then lick my lips.
Katie McGarry's Books
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