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 shuddered in his hands, rocking up against him. Unconsciously, she clenched her fingers in his back, holding on as her body ached with sudden need. She didn’t even know what it was she needed — to be touched, to be wanted, she didn’t know. She let her head fall back against the sheets, baring her throat to him as she gasped for breath.
Derek growled softly with want, grinding down against her again. The bared throat before him was beautiful and he couldn’t resist from taking his lips and human teeth to it, kissing, sucking, and nibbling all around it as he ground against her at a slow, steady pace.
It felt like every hair on her body stood up as she shivered under his mouth. Fingers scraping, she dragged his shirt up his back, arching and pressing against him. She needed more, needed skin. Denied voice, she begged with her body.