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 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.
Derek lifted his hips slightly as her hands worked between their bodies. He supported himself with his thighs and core, hands still free to explore her body and tease her chest.
It took her a minute to figure out how the closure on his jeans worked, and then she gleefully undid it, and unzipped, grinning up at him with a mischievous light in her eyes. Biting at her lip, she put her hand inside his jeans.