He cut her off and grabbed her to him and slammed her torso against his. "You better be fucking safe. Don't for an instant think I've forgotten how we met. I'm not calling you stupid, but you're not used to driving in the city. This is damn hard for me, Natalie. It's killing me."
She caressed his cheek as she acknowledged to herself what he was feeling and what a huge step this was in his bid to trust her. "I know. It's okay. I'll be safe. I won't go far."
She felt some of the tension leave his body and he leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. She reached up and kissed him softly on the cheek, and whispered in his ear, "I'll be safe. I'll take care of your car."
His fingers gripped her chin and forced her eyes to his. Intense, sexual heat smoldered from them as he rasped back, "I don't give a fuck about the car. Take care of you."
****
A month slid by in a rush. Natalie was more than content. She'd started out slowly with the car, only driving to the grocery store as she took over the chore that she didn't see as a chore at all. She was beginning to love to cook, and wanted to browse the shelves slowly to get new ideas and to see what was available.
She drove to the library and checked out books, even though he had equipped her with a credit card of her own, a credit card with no limit, she didn't want to spend more money than she had to. And library books were free.
She only shopped for clothes when he requested she wear something special, which so far, hadn't been often.
She was content. She refused to think of herself as his mistress. She was his girlfriend. They lived together. That was all. That's the way it was.
Her cousin was back in town and she'd touched base with him. She missed her mother, but spoke to her often. Natalie believed her mom was finally coming to her senses, slowly but surely. She could hear the disillusion in her voice. It was painful for Natalie to hear, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. She and her mom wanted to get together. Natalie needed to feel her mom's embrace and she knew her mother needed that worse than she did. But her mother worked full-time, and they were having trouble finding a weekend free that suited them both. But it had to happen soon; they missed each other too much to go much longer without seeing one another.
Natalie loved the new decor of the penthouse and began to put her own touch on it. She bought a few things here and there, moved a few things around, and generally just slowly began to make it feel as if it were her own. It helped, but not entirely.
What did help was seeing Marco's reaction to the small changes that she made. He'd look around and notice something. He never said anything, but a look would pass over his features. A look of satisfaction.
He wanted her there. She knew it. Pleasure would course through her every time she saw that look. So much so that she'd find herself going shopping just to see that expression on his face again. It soothed her and gave her comfort that his feelings for her ran deep.
There was no doubt that she was in love with him. Every day, she would learn a different nuance of his personality. She learned how to interpret his expressions and how to read his body language and mannerisms. She began to know how he would react, and what he was thinking before he reacted.
Marco's feelings for her were growing as well, and she hoped they would continue to do so. But he never mentioned the future and he certainly never shared his feelings with her. At least, not verbally. What she received from him were only hints, clues she gleaned from their interactions.
She found it amusing that he'd once said he didn't need her for mundane things, like watching a movie together. But now, she realized that one of his most relaxing pastimes was losing himself in a movie they'd rent. But only with her under his arm, lying side by side on the couch.
A shiver of delight ran through her. She thrilled when she thought of the way he'd hold her face between his hands when they made love, his eyes latched onto hers, refusing to let her break the connection between them, as he steadily pumped his hips into hers, bringing them both slowly to orgasm.
But making love in that manner only came after. After he'd come home at night and had cornered her where she stood. It usually happened the moment he walked in the door. He'd find her, walk her to the nearest wall or countertop--and fuck her blind. There was never any stopping him, not that she wanted to, he was always on a mission, he had a one-track mind and getting her panties off was always it. At those times, her other clothes didn't matter. Sometimes they stayed on and sometimes they came off. But always, the second he'd pushed her panties down her legs and opened her to him, his nostrils would flare and a hard satisfaction that wasn't only sexual, would cross his hardened features.
He always made her come. Those times were hot and fast, but he always saw to it that she came before him or with him.
Yes, there was no question that so far, she was more than satisfied with their relationship. She was twenty-four years old, and someday wanted a husband and family. She knew in her heart that she wanted those things with him. But for right now, she was content and satisfied with the tangible, and intangible, proof that he cared for her and that their relationship was moving in the right direction.
****
It was almost noon and Marco was beginning to feel the bite of hunger. It was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays, Joy went to the deli and brought them both back something to eat at their desks. She'd long since quit asking him what he wanted and he knew it was because he couldn't care less. He only grunted at her. He knew he did because she'd complained about it more than once.
He heard the light tap on his door and put his pen down. Joy opened his door and he didn't recognize the expression on her face. "Natalie is here to see you." Her words were hesitant, almost cringe-worthy, and he realized she thought he'd be pissed. She knew he absolutely hated when women stopped by his office to see him.
But that wasn't the feeling that was running through his gut now. "Why are you making her wait?"
Joy's jaw dropped open at the same moment she pushed the door wide and let Natalie through.
Marco ran his eyes over his woman as Natalie turned and very nicely, thanked Joy.
"No problem. It's nice to finally meet you." Joy answered Natalie and then her eyes slid back to Marco. "Do you still need lunch as usual?"
Marco watched Natalie standing still just inside his office door. "I don't know. Do I, Natalie?"
"I won't be here long, if that's what you're asking me."
"I guess I need lunch then."
"I'll be back in twenty minutes or so," Joy replied as she shut the door, enclosing them in privacy.