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.
Completely surprised, she managed to make a pleased, interrogatory sound. One hand flew to her throat, before her skin shivered under his mouth, and she planted her hands against the bed to arch her back into his touch.
Derek let out a soft, pleased growl at her actions, kissing around her ribs and the soft under curve of her breasts. His hands slid from her sides down to her hips, thumbs caressing the little jut where her bones sat prominent at her hips.
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.