(Continued from here.)
She could feel him relax, which was encouraging. The conversation still drifting loosely at the back of her mind as she kissed him, wriggling slightly in his lap and against his touch. Martha decided that she would demonstrate to Lucas her intentions with him over the course of the weekend. It wasn't just some fling, but something more
Her hands drifted down his chest, over the muscle she could feel, until they couldn't go further and she started to inch up his shirt, smiling into the kiss when her fingers met skin.