Love Like Her (Against All Odds #3) - Claudia Y. Burgoa Page 0,10

to discuss it with him—or anyone.

“You have your entire life to figure it out,” he says, and his voice is like a calming tonic. A hypnotic sound.

Before I can register what’s happening, one of his hands is around my neck. His fingers thread through my hair. His other hand cups my face. His lips brush my cheek as they move to my mouth. I’m unsure on how to react. His lips move firmly and insistent against mine. It’s the sexiest kiss I’ve ever had in my entire life. Tilting my head to one side, I part my lips, allowing his tongue to slip inside my mouth.

He deepens the kiss. I’ve never been so eager to kiss someone. The kiss is soft, even when I feel the most intense need in my core.

He pulls me closer to him. It’s like we can’t get enough of each other. Like he’s parting my soul and trying to fill it with his essence. It’s the most ardent kiss in the history of love. Or maybe I’ve never been kissed with such a passion that I feel like he’s possessing me.

I should stop him. We don’t know each other. But I can’t pull away from him.

Chapter Five

Eros

This kiss.

It’s wild, breathless, or maybe I’m getting used to sharing each other’s breath. The best word to describe it is heavenly. The moment my lips touch hers, I’m lost in a blur of passion. The whimper she makes when I press her closer to me and deepen the kiss combusts me. The heat we create could stop the blizzard happening outside and even melt the multiple feet of snow that fell overnight.

It’s taking me a lot of willpower to hold back.

I want to drag her to my room and devour her. The noises she lets out as our hands roam up and down our torsos are driving me crazy. I’m getting harder with every lick of her tongue. This isn’t what I planned when I invited her to stay with me. I can’t even remember why I did it. All I know is that I want her.

This beautiful girl got under my skin between the phone call with her father and preparing dinner last night. It was so fucking hard to fall asleep while I knew she was just a door away from me, sleeping. Walking into the living room and seeing her wearing nothing but a tiny pair of shorts and a thin tank top, it brought me to my knees.

“Liv,” I mumble against her lips, breathing harshly, trying to regain my composure. “This isn’t why I brought you to my place. I swear.”

“I know,” she whispers.

Her arms remain around my neck. We’re so close together I feel her warm, soft breath caressing my face. She places a gentle kiss on my chin.

“This shouldn’t happen,” I continue, and the words sound empty. False.

What I want to say is, I need to be on top of you. Inside you. I need to touch you, your soul. I need… “We need to stop,” I say, knowing it is the right thing.

Her hazel eyes stare at me. She gives me such an innocent look that makes my knees weak and my determination soft.

“Okay,” she says, releasing me.

The voice comes across low and hurt.

“I’m not rejecting you,” I vomit the words. There’s no other way to describe what I’m doing. “It’s just… you are trusting me, and I don’t want to take advantage of you. Even when I want… no, I need to continue kissing you.”

The smile she gives me makes my chest swell. “No one has ever kissed me like that,” she confesses. Her voice is so low I can barely hear her.

It’d be easy to tell her that she hasn’t been with someone who knows how to kiss. That’d be a lie. “I’ve never shared a kiss like that with anyone,” I admit.

“In five years, what will you regret the most?” She licks her lips. “Stopping this moment or having an unforgettable memory?”

If our kiss was so perfect, I’m sure that sex with her is going to be a thousand times better. I can see myself regretting not living this moment as early as tomorrow morning—maybe as early as two hours from now.

“I’ll regret that we stopped,” I respond. “What about you?”

She gives me a shy, innocent smile. “Me too. I want this. I think it’s perfect. Better than I had ever imagined. I want you.”

The only words I can make out from what she said is, “I want