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 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.
Derek finally kissed her longer, kneading her breasts gently as his tongue licked into her mouth. One hand slid higher, easing her strap down her shoulder.
The thought of true reciprocation washed out of her brain on a tide of desire. She tried to pull herself closer, pulse throbbing, and scraped her nails up and down his back. She kissed him back breathlessly, loving the way their mouths slid together. As he pulled the strap down, she wrapped her hands around his wrists.