Martine The Beginning (Cruising to Love, The Prequel) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Lucas would be disappointed. She put her trousers back on and her black high heel shoes.  Then she took the
    pale green, oh so soft cardigan, and put it on. She wrapped it across her body, and the neckline created was a deep vee, following the lines of her new bra almost exactly.  A tiny bit of lace peeked out over her breasts, the same color as the knit.  Martine wrapped the ties twice around her waist, and achieved a floppy bow at the side.  She smiled at the effect. 
      “Lucas may have a little trouble focusing on his Sheppard’s Pie,” she giggled.  “His eyes may keep straying.”  Martine put on her black winter coat and buttoned it.  She quickly applied some lip gloss and a sweep of blusher.  Wrapped an emerald green scarf around her neck.  She turned the sign to ’Closed’, set the alarm and stepped out the door to lock it just as Lucas arrived.
      “Hello, Tina,” he smiled down at her.  “Perfect timing.”  He took her hand, and after brushing his lips lightly down to hers, led her the short distance to his flat.  They didn’t talk, just smiled at each other.
      He opened the door of his flat, and they stepped inside.  The aroma of the Sheppard ’s Pie made Martine realize she hadn’t eaten since early morning.  She’d been in the lingerie shop when she was usually grabbing her mid day meal.
      “That smells so good, Lucas,” she smiled at him. “You’re going to make some woman a fine husband one day.”
      “I am,” agreed Lucas.  “And cooking is not my outstanding talent, Martine.”  He kissed her as he unwrapped the emerald scarf from around her neck.
      “No, Lucas, I think kissing may be your outstanding talent,” breathed Martine, her eyes shining.  “Kissing…” She kissed him again.
      “Kissing and more, Tina.  Kissing and … more…”
      Martine turned scarlet at the thought of more …
      Lucas undid the buttons of her coat and slipped it off her shoulders.  His eyes gleamed appreciatively.  “Oh, Martine, how lovely you look, how very, very lovely.”  His fingers traced the vee of her neckline, his palms brushed her breasts so lightly.
      She gasped a little.  The electricity of his touch thrilled her.  Lucas brushed his lips against hers, oh so lightly, and then turned and led her to the table.
      The Sheppard’s Pie was a delicious treat.  Martine gave full justice to the plate before her.  Lucas ate also, but Martine noted that his eyes kept straying to her, and his glances were most admiring.  She smiled to herself.  This was
    what she had read about in books …most satisfying in real life.  They cleaned their plates, and Lucas pulled her chair out, and led her to the sofa.  He turned and came back with their wine glasses, which he had topped up.
      The music tonight was Frank Sinatra, Frank Sinatra at his best, singing ballads and love songs.
      Tonight there was no conversation.  Lucas took her into his arms and kissed her hungrily.  She responded with as much demand.  His hands were all over her, exploring her curves, thrilling her.  He pulled back.  His breath was heavy. 
      Lucas laughed ironically.  “Oh, darling, the effect you have on me!  Here I’ve been telling you we’re going to take it slowly, and I’m rushing along.  I can’t keep my hands off you, my lips off your lips…your delectable lips, your full, luscious, inviting lips…”
      “I love what your touch does to me, Lucas, what your lips do to me…”
      Lucas pulled away, and handed her the wine glass, and took a gulp of his own.  “Let’s talk for a bit.  I need to cool down, or we’ll be doing things tonight that I shouldn’t be doing to you…this is only the third time we’ve been together, little Tina, and you are such an innocent…”
      “Perhaps I don’t want to be such an innocent, Lucas?  Perhaps it’s time I was not as innocent? I’m nearly twenty…”
      Lucas looked over at her and smiled sardonically.