Finally, though, Deja looked up at him through her eyelashes with a small smile on her face. “I really want to kiss you,” she whispered.

That was all the invitation Alejandro needed.

He dropped his carry-on onto the ground — a vague prayer sounding in his brain that he didn’t hear anything smash — and then reached for her. He held her face in his hands and pressed her against the fake column behind her. He stopped when their mouths were just barely touching, enjoying just breathing the same air as her.

“You smell like toothpaste,” she said, her breath tickling his mustache.

“I wanted to smell good for you,” he freely admitted.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and ground her hips against his, and they both moaned. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”

He pressed his hips forward, wanting her to feel what she was already doing to him. “This dress is sexy,” he whispered back.

“Yeah?” She lifted onto her toes and breathed the question against his mouth and then licked along the curve of his lower lip.

And that was all the restraint Alejandro had. He pulled her face to his and captured her tongue between his lips. Deja moaned into the cavern of his mouth, and he felt that noise in his scalp. This was maybe the best kiss of his life. Was that too soon to say, he wondered? No, it wasn’t, he decided immediately. He was thirty-six. He’d kissed a lot of women. He’d even kissed a couple of women at airport arrivals after months apart, but none of those kisses had ever taken him over like this. Every press and retreat of their lips seemed to make his blood rush faster in his veins. It had only been six weeks, but Alejandro felt as if he was pouring years of yearning into kissing Deja, and on some level, he was.

Before this moment, he used to try not to think about her during winter, spring, and summer breaks. When school was out, he didn’t have a reason to run into her, and because he went home regularly, it wasn’t like he saw her around town. For over a year, seeing Deja had been like a perk of his job, but he’d always wanted more, and now, he had just that.

He had her body trapped against his and her tongue in his mouth, and classes didn’t start for three more days. Time with Deja that had nothing to do with work was the best thing he’d never let himself hope for, and now that he had it, he felt greedy for more.

“Deja,” he moaned against her lips, another firm press of his hips into hers.

“Garage,” she said, licking his mouth and grinding against him.

Alejandro groaned. Someone was absolutely going to call security on them.

“Let’s go to the garage,” Deja whispered.