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 nodded, smiling into the kiss, the faintest breath like a laugh escaping her. Both arms winding around his shoulders, she pulled him over on top of her.
Derek laid her down on the bed again, kissing her deeply, arms and legs tangled together on top of the sheets.
God, that made her feel safe; him hovering over her. Maybe others were frightened of him, huge and gruff and taciturn, but he’d saved her, and he was letting her kiss him and touch him with her power, and he was kissing her back — she couldn’t be afraid of him. She got a hand up under his shirt, fingertips dancing over his skin, breathlessly opening her mouth to him.