“I just want you,” he said.

She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. Her white teeth flashed as she bit down, the smile she was trying to hide lifting her cheeks.

Alejandro’s stomach was tight with lust and anticipation. His heart was racing, and it was suddenly just a little too warm in his dining room. He’d been waiting for this moment all day, all week even. He stood from his chair and walked around the table to her. He put one hand next to her dinner plate and the other on the back of her chair. His thumb brushed the tantalizing bare skin that her dress exposed, that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since she’d arrived. And then he bent down to face her.

Her lips fell open, and his balls ached at the thought of all the things he wanted to do to her mouth.

“I just want you, Deja,” he said and watched her shiver.

He relished the effect he had on her, but he couldn’t help but wonder if she realized the effect she had on him.

What happens after dinner?

Alejandro hadn’t thought that far. He’d only wanted to spend a little more time with Deja and take care of her a little bit. Okay, that wasn’t true, he’d been thinking about what he’d do when she came over again — if she came over again — since their first date, but their schedules had been so packed as the semester sprinted to a close. So, he continued dreaming about her, jacking himself off to fantasies of her and coming more forcefully these days because now he knew how she felt, and tasted, and the noises she made when she came.

Now that she was in his apartment again, he was wearing his self-control thin, stopping himself from leading her to his bedroom. But it was hard to sit across from her at his dining room table and watch her lips slide along the tines of her fork, or see her nervously stroking the stem of the wine glass in her hands, or even flip through the photo album on his coffee table, turning the page with her index finger, and think about anything else but how much he wanted to touch her and for her to touch him.

“These pictures are beautiful,” she whispered, and the softness of her voice made his balls ache.

He shifted closer to her on the couch. Their sides touched. “Thanks. I don’t have much time to take pictures these days, but I try.”

Her hand stilled, and she turned to him. “Wait, you took these?”

“Yeah.”

“They’re amazing.”

He shook his head. “They’re okay. It’s just a hobby.”

“That you’re great at,” she corrected.