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.
Experimentally, she tried what he’d done with her a moment ago, slipping her tongue into his mouth. One hand curled up over his shoulder, and she tilted her head a little to deepen the kiss. When she felt him tense, she stopped, though she didn’t pull away. Did he not want — no, he wasn’t angry … maybe he liked it better when he was the aggressive one? She found she did, actually. She’d liked it very much when he was in charge.
Derek had tensed at the wrong moment. His own little tense had made her stop, so now they were just pressed face to face. He had to pull back, though he did so gently, to stifle his laugh, small and deep. “Sorry, it wasn’t the kiss. I felt … something,” he murmured by way of explanation. “Something from you. It surprised me a bit is all.”
She gave him a little smile that crinkled her nose, the sort of smile that might ordinarily be accompanied by a giggle. Then she brushed him with her mind again, encouraging, and tugged against his shoulder.