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 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.
Derek kept his hands slowly exploring, kissing her softly with little pecks. His hands slid up her stomach and over her ribs, large hot hands then gently sliding to cup her breasts over her bra, kneading just gently.
She wanted more than those little kisses, chasing after his mouth every time, but kept being distracted by the way his hands were moving on her skin. Everything he did made her burn more, made her /want/ more, and she wasn’t sure how to reciprocate — or even if she should.