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.
Both hands slid from around his neck when he put her on the bed, and she gasped for breath, chest heaving. She had taken the opportunity, and she was a little stunned at her success. Tilting her head back, she looked up the length off the bed, then back down to him, her legs still wrapped around his hips. Hesitantly, she leaned up on one elbow, touching her fingertips to his mouth, that shy smile curving her lips again.
Derek paused when she sat up, her expression a soft one but he didn’t quite know what it meant. “Are you alright?” he asked softly, one hand going up to stroke her hair. “Is this alright?”
She nodded slowly, eyes fixed to his face, and winced a little as she pulled her hair. Pushing herself more upright and letting her feet fall, she dragged the incredible length of her hair out from beneath her. Then she licked at her lips, breathing carefully, and touched his mouth again.