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.
Just as she’d done before, she bared her throat to him, and reached to push his hands downward. She craved his touch, and he was so close to where she wanted it most — even if she didn’t know why.
Derek felt her press against his hands, smirking around her skin and then kissing the line straight up the middle of her chest to her offered neck. He kissed and licked a thin line up the middle of her throat and then kissed back down, one hand finally sliding to the apex of her thighs, cupping her gently.
Her mouth dropped open, and she squeezed her eyes shut and arched again. Moremoremore. For all the words trapped in her mind, unable to be spoken, she had none for that sensation, for the way he was making her body feel.