He wasted nothing of the invitation and dipped his head to the crook of her shoulder, whispering in her ear with a husky voice, “Very much like that.” Victor’s lips trailed over her throat again while his left hand crept further up her thigh, pushing the dress up a bit. Unbidden a small frustrated groan escaped him when his hand could go no further. “I used to like this dress but now it’s not being very helpful.”
Her voice stumbled when she replied, marred by a gasp in the middle. “I can’t reach the zipper myself, darling.”
Victor gave a short growl before reaching around behind her with his right hand, lifting her a little, before undoing the zipper with his left hand. He helped free her of the dress before wrenching his shirt off and going back down to her, their chests flush. “Much better.”
“You’re always in such a hurry,” Summer commented wryly. “Is that any way to treat clothes, especially clothes that nice?”
Distractedly, Victor murmured against her lips, “Can buy more…jus’ clothes.” He kissed her soundly again before looking into her eyes, “Unless you’d like me to slow down darling?”
“We’re not all made of money,” she murmured, a little distracted. “I just want to sit here and be kissed by you, that’s all.”