Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her again.
Her eyes went round and huge, impressed, as he swiftly lifted her up. She hooked her ankles together behind his back and bent to the business of kissing him back, fingers sliding into his hair. She nipped at his mouth, trying to pull herself even closer to him, and desire radiated from her.
Derek’s arms wrapped tightly around the slender frame, holding them together and kissing her deeply. His tongue snaked out to lick past her lips, deepening the kiss as he walked them through the hall, toward the stairs.
She barely noticed him moving, drowning in his kiss. Tingles prickled her skin, down her back, and she shifted against him. Unconsciously, she made a faint sound, low in her throat. She curled her fingertips against his incipient beard, opening her mouth to him. None of this seemed to bring even faint memories to the surface; it was all instinct and following his lead.