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 made one of those tiny sounds again, squirming into his hand in encouragement. She would be utterly content to do anything he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop kissing her. She slid her hands around to his back, tracing at the flexed muscles there, pushing his shirt up a little. She loved the way his skin felt under her fingertips, the muscles shifting, and she shared that feeling with him, urging him on.
His hand slid around her hip to dip behind her, warm palm skimming over smooth skin of the small of her back. This brought them closer, her hand going over his back, his hand over hers as he deepened the kiss again. The hand on her back took the chance and slid to her ass, pressing her up as he gently ground down against her, making their hips nestle together and making the muscles she was tracing flex and move.
She shuddered in his hands, rocking up against him. Unconsciously, she clenched her fingers in his back, holding on as her body ached with sudden need. She didn’t even know what it was she needed — to be touched, to be wanted, she didn’t know. She let her head fall back against the sheets, baring her throat to him as she gasped for breath.