Love Like Her (Against All Odds #3) - Claudia Y. Burgoa Page 0,28

it could be an eternity with him, instead.

Mornings with Eros seem to be just as good as our nights. Dan was right. It’s weird that Eros has spent his time in San Francisco between the hospital and my house.

“We should do something touristy today,” I suggest.

“If you give me a choice, the only one I want to explore is you.” He touches my inner thigh all the way to my center. He nibbles my ear. “You’re ready.”

“Stop, I’m serious.” I jiggle and protest. “I feel awful that you spent your time in San Francisco with me.”

“Why? Am I such bad company?”

“Not what I meant.” I kiss him. God, I can’t get enough of him. I touch his bare chest. “If Dad wasn’t sick, what would you be doing?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “I would probably be home—alone. Who knows? If I were home… Let’s see, it’s Sunday. It depends on who needs me. Some weekends, Mom goes to the nursery with my sisters to buy new plants. So, I guess I’d be gardening with her. I’m the one who ends up moving things around and fixing the landscape. If Dad wants to fix things around the house, I need to be there to help. He had a hip replacement six months ago. He can’t carry stuff. You’re right, I’d be doing something more entertaining than being with boring ol’ you.”

He pulls me on top of him. I grind my hips against his shaft and lean over to kiss him. My mind is trying to forget about the outside world. It’s been four days of Eros and Olivia inside a bubble. There’s no work, no obligations, and no deadlines. Other than visiting Dad, it’s just us.

But what if there’s someone else? Someone he hasn’t talked about who is waiting for him in Colorado.

I lift up my hips, reaching in between my legs and pushing his length inside me. This isn’t the time to think about Friday when he leaves and we go back to being nothing but a distant memory.

“What’s going on, Liv?”

I shake my head. He chuckles.

“What are you laughing at?” I try to sound angry. The pleasure oozing through my pores makes it impossible to be mad at him. If anything, I’m grateful for his kindness. I am a little enamored because not only is he hot and a sex god, he’s also easy to get along with.

It’d be too easy to fall in love with him. How would it be to share more than just a few nights with him?

“You’re thinking,” he states.

“What? I’m not allowed to think when we’re together,” I argue. He’s wrong if he thinks a lot is going on inside my head. It’s hard to think about anything while we’re together. Well, except thinking about us not being together—which is what I’m doing.

Are you? Because you were just pondering how easy it’d be to fall in love with him. Not only that, but what would it take to make things happen between the two of you.

“Not when we’re like this,” he claims, flipping me over and slipping back inside me.

“So, I know we said you’re clean, and I am too… I’m on the pill.” Nothing says this is us better than our awkward, oops, we didn’t talk about this before it happened conversations. Like when he woke me up at three in the morning and we had sex.

It’s so, so good. Also so, so unprotected.

He arches an eyebrow. “I’m not with anyone, Liv. I wouldn’t be here with you if I was with another woman. It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything, let alone date anyone. Also, you’re the first person I’ve gone bare with.”

“It’s just that this feels so intimate,” I mumble. “I’ve never…”

I chew on my lip because there haven’t been many guys after him. One. So really, this is a lot for me to take while he—I don’t even want to know how much experience he has.

“Me neither,” he assures me. “This is special. Ours.”

I close my eyes, briefly sucking in that word. Ours. My eyes open wide immediately because… “What’s going to happen after? Fuck, I feel like some needy woman who’s asking for a lot. I just want to know if anything will happen. You live there. I live here.”

He nuzzles my neck. “You’re not needy. We’ll figure something out.”

We begin to rock our bodies against each other slowly. Every time we’re together, it is different. It can be rough, rushed, urgent. Against the wall. Bent over the