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.
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.
Derek kissed her hard as he wound his way up the stairs toward his room. He got through the door and strode to the bed on the floor, landing to his knees and jostling them a bit, breaking the kiss as he leaned in and laid her down on her back.
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.