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.
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.
Derek hissed at the nails along his back, little welts healing over almost as soon as they were left. When he felt the small hand around his wrist he stopped, pulling back a bit to look at her with a question in his eyes. Had he gone too far?
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.