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.
It felt like every hair on her body stood up as she shivered under his mouth. Fingers scraping, she dragged his shirt up his back, arching and pressing against him. She needed more, needed skin. Denied voice, she begged with her body.
Derek smirked against her throat as she pulled at his shirt. He leaned up only enough to strip them of their shirts, hands going to her skin and gently running up and down her sides as he dipped in to kiss her again.
She gasped when he pulled his shirt off, reaching to trace the musculature, but then he was taking /her/ top off, and she slipped her arms out as her hair spilled down over her body. She could feel herself blushing a little, and then he was kissing her again. The warmth of his hands made her shiver again, and she pulled away to smile at him.