“You sat through one of Toni’s lectures? For me?” she asked, shocked, and also warmed by the thought.

“Not to repeat myself, but of course.”

“I don’t deserve you,” she breathed.

“Oh, you definitely do,” he whispered, squeezing her soft waist. “But if you need to be reminded of that…” Alejandro’s voice trailed off. He bit his bottom lip and smiled up at her through his long eyelashes.

“I missed you.”

“Good. I missed you too,” he said.

And she accepted that — even though believing that someone could want her as much as she wanted them was hard for her. But how could she deny the truth she could see in his eyes, hear in every word he said, and feel pressing at the curve of her ass?

“How much?” she asked.

“What do you—” His voice gave out before he could finish asking the question because Deja had ground her ass into his lap. “Shit, Deja.”

“How much?” she asked again.

“I didn’t come here for…” He swallowed thickly as she circled her hips again. His head fell back, and he groaned.

“What’d you come here for?” she whispered and then dipped her head to brush her mouth along his cheek.

“I just wanted to check on you. To let you know that I’m here.”

She circled her hips again and moved her mouth up the side of his face to his ear. “I can feel that,” she said.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips now.

She stood briefly from his lap.

“Wait,” he hissed.

“Calm down,” she said as she crawled back into his lap, straddling his legs. When she moved her hips now, they both groaned. The thin material of her leggings almost made it feel as if the mound in his pants could touch her in all the ways she wanted. She really had missed him.

“We’re not supposed to do this on campus,” he moaned even though his big, strong fingers were flexing at her waist, encouraging her to keep moving on top of him.

“I know,” she breathed, moving her hands to the nape of his neck before digging her fingers into his hair, “but we missed each other.” She moaned those last words, and that seemed to be all the invitation he needed.

Deja just barely swallowed the moan that rose in her throat when he shoved his hand into her leggings and underwear. Of course, she was wet.

“Fuck, Deja,” he groaned again, pulling her face to his and kissing her with an urgent, relieved sigh. She tasted amazing.

His fingers stroked over her slit, and she groaned into his mouth.

“Please,” she whispered against his lips, and he curled two fingers inside of her without preamble. They both smiled into the kiss as he started fingerfucking her in slow strokes.

“I want to come together,” she whispered again.

“What?” Alejandro asked.