“Ohhh, trying flattery now? Victor, darling,” she drawled, exaggerating her southern accent as hard as possible, “if I didn’t know better I would think you only wanted to sleep with me.” She had to press her lips together to keep from smiling, but the crinkles around her eyes gave her away.
He hummed and smiled at her accent, thinking it was sexy. “I’m a firm believer that actions speak louder than words, so I’m acting.” Victor noticed the crinkles around her eyes and knew she was trying to hold back her smile. He searched her face before he leaned in hesitantly then kissed her on her lips. It wasn’t like his previous teasing kisses, this one was sensual yet tender. He knew she could feel his emotions and poured all of his caring, tenderness and desire that he could into the kiss.
‘Oh, gods, he’s cheating,’ was all Summer could think when Victor kissed her. A kiss was glorious enough; she loved being kissed, but to also be overwhelmed by his emotions at the same time? She thought she might drown. Gently she settled her arms around his neck, returning his kiss with interest.
He hummed again in pleasure when she returned the kiss. Victor deepened the kiss, leaned against her some more then jerked in surprise as he realized he was getting more than a little aroused.
Summer blinked, sliding out of the sensual haze. “Victor? You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine love…I-I uh, I’m just a bit sensitive is all,” he said, a small blush coloring his cheeks before he dipped back, cupping the back of her head and kissing the corner of her lips. “I just didn’t realize how excited I was.” The embarrassment at his previous reaction leaking into his voice.
“You did say I was intoxicating,” she teased. “I don’t know how you can smell all those things about me; I’m surprised your nose isn’t overloaded by chemical sakura and apricots.” Purposefully, she relinked her arms around his waist, putting her hands in his back pockets.