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.
Letting go of his wrists, she smoothed the other strap off her shoulder. Her breathing ran a little ragged as she held his gaze and reached behind herself to unclip the band. Then she took his wrists again, pulling his hands to her skin.
Derek watched carefully and listened to her breathing and heart rate. When his hands were taken back to her skin, he gently pulled the bra from her arms and dropped it off the side of the bed, bringing his palms to slide up her abdomen slowly and gently to cup both breasts.
She arched, pressing herself into his hands. He was so patient, so cautious — it was like torture, but a good kind. Hesitantly, she brushed her fingertips over his bare chest, hazily wondering if there was a place she could touch him that would make him arch and moan.