Alejandro smiled at her, tilting his head to the right, peering at her as if he was trying to understand the weight of those two words. “You’re welcome,” he said simply. As she watched, he scooted forward in his seat. He put his coffee cup on her desk and then splayed his hands out, palms down, in front of her.

Her eyes flickered down to look at them involuntarily. She shouldn’t have done that, because as soon as she did — as soon as she saw his thick, stubby fingers against the sickly gray color of her metal desk — she remembered what they’d felt like inside her. She remembered how free she’d been in the throes of her orgasm and how strong his arms had felt as he’d held her through the reverberating quakes before they were interrupted. It had been so long since anyone had held her like that or at all.

“I want you to know,” he said, butting into her trip down erotic memory lane, “that when I’ve dreamt about touching you, it was never here.” He smiled at her, dirty and seductive and playful.

Deja’s entire body began to warm again.

He shrugged and corrected himself slightly. “Well, sometimes we were here or sneaking around on campus. But those were the PG dreams, I promise,” he laughed. “A little making out, nothing too risky.”

Deja felt lightheaded. No man should be this charming and smart and dress so well. She was way out of her league. “You’ve been dreaming about me?” she croaked.

Alejandro’s eyebrows lifted and then furrowed. “Of course, I have. You really didn’t know I was interested in you?”

Deja shook her head. “I thought you were just being friendly.”

He stood up and leaned fully across her desk. Those hands moved to either side of Deja’s coffee cup, and his mouth was right there at eye height, tempting her.

Deja wanted to grab his face and pull him closer, but she couldn’t do that — not again — so she fisted her hands in her lap instead.

“I promise you, I’m not that friendly,” he whispered to her.

Deja felt every word of that sentence across her skin. His voice made her sex clench, her heart pound, and her temperature rise, and all she could think was that it should be illegal for anyone to make her feel so good with such little effort. She licked her lips, and his eyes tracked the movement.