Her small groan made every muscle in his body harden. He ran his hands down her sides again; now that he’d touched her, he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. His hands dragged heavily around to her back and down to cover and then squeeze her ass. And then he lifted her up his body.

She squeaked and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, fitting perfectly against him just like he always knew she would.

“I’ve had dreams about you too,” he whispered against her mouth, tasting her as he spoke.

She swallowed loudly and licked her lips, her tongue just barely grazing his mouth.

It was Alejandro’s turn to groan. He squeezed her ass unconsciously as she squirmed against him. He lowered her onto her desk, their mouths close but not touching. They watched each other with hungry eyes as his hands moved to the front of her jeans. Her breath hitched as he toyed with then opened the button and slowly pulled the zipper open. His fingers snaked inside the waist of her pants, dragging along her skin.

“Tell me?” Deja whispered as her arms tightened around his neck. “About your dreams?”

It was a loaded question, Alejandro thought. There were the wet dreams and the other ones, the ones he didn’t mention to anyone, not Mike or his brothers because they were too ridiculous, too far-fetched.

Deja rocked side-to-side, lifting her ass from the desk so Alejandro could pull her pants over her hips and down her thighs, just enough to settle his palms on top of her bare legs.

“Do you know how sexy you are when you concentrate?” he whispered as his right hand moved between her legs.

Her brow furrowed. “What?”

“In the Faculty Senate meetings, when you get into a groove on your computer, you concentrate so hard that your shoulders hunch just a little bit, you chew on your bottom lip, and you squint your eyes,” he said as his left hand moved to her chin so they could lock eyes again. He wanted to see her face as he got her off.

“And I don’t know what it is about it, but watching you concentrate so hard makes me hard.”

Deja licked her lips, and he dipped his head to follow the wet path with his own tongue.

“Sometimes,” he whispered against her mouth, “I jack myself off just thinking about you watching me with all that intensity, slouched shoulders and squinting eyes and biting your lip.” He accentuated that last part by biting her bottom lip gently.

She groaned, and he groaned, and this time, he didn’t go slow. He pressed his mouth against hers, pried her lips apart with his lips, and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He pulled the crotch of her panties with two fingers, and they both smiled as his fingers slid along the wet cleft of her pussy.