He catches on right away, and without saying anything, he pushes me down, forcing me to sit.
A deep red leather that looks like it costs more than my year’s salary covers the interior of his car, and if I were him, I’d be worried about ruining it. But Zanders doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.
My skirt rides up and bunches around my waist as his hands grip my thighs, fingertips trailing upward, tingling my skin.
“I’m so into you. It’s ridiculous,” Zanders breathes out.
Leaning forward, I cup his cheeks, bringing his lips to mine. “That makes two of us.”
“I’m serious, Vee. You don’t get how perfect you are to me.”
My face flames, so I hide my head in the crook of his neck, my arms draping over his shoulders and subsequently the headrest of his seat.
Zanders presses lingering k
