Xander's large, hot hands were everywhere, pulling my hair, gripping my waist, and sliding down to grip my thighs and pull me tighter against him.

"Please!" I gasped, and I couldn't think or breathe or even do anything except kiss him back like my life depended on it.

This is so so wrong, but God, it felt so right.

His mouth moved from my lips to my jaw, trailing hot kisses down to my neck, and I heard myself make a sound I'd never made before.

"Xander," I gasped, my fingers digging into ...