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 was too overwhelmed by the sensations, of his hands and his stubble brushing down her skin, to be aware of the faint, brief moans she was making. Summer closed her eyes, body writhing under his hands, and her pulse pounded as she reached for his hips, hands barely spanning the bone. She held on there for a moment before curling her fingertips over his waistband.
Derek was relishing in the soft moans that came tumbling out of her mouth, almost as though she wasn’t aware it was happening. He nuzzled gently between her breasts as he let his thumbs and forefingers gently, so gently roll her nipples between them as he licked a line up her slightly pinked skin. Stubble burn, but nothing that wouldn’t fade in a few minutes. When he felt her fingers curl over his waistband, he smirked against her skin, gently plucking her nipples as he kissed at her throat.
She shivered, hands closing tighter on his jeans, and arched harder into his body. Faint moans became a squeak for a moment, before she felt his smile. That gave her courage, and she squirmed her hands between the two of them.