"Give me all of it," she whispered and buried her face into the side of his neck, jerking her hips to remind him who was ultimately in charge.
CHAPTER SIX
They spent the remainder of the afternoon walking down Times Square together, stopping at the candy and toy shops just for fun. Lisa held on a little too tightly to his hand each chance she got. Fear washed over her more than once at the growing need for him to be a part of her life. The sex was beautiful. His body fitted hers as if made for her, but she wanted more. Never in her past had she stopped to think about more than physical attraction.
She glanced over at him and he held up a small brown teddy bear, a childish smile on his handsome face.
"You want me to get one of these for you? You can spray some of my cologne on it and snuggle it at night."
"Pst. Please. I have a body pillow I hump occasionally. That bear isn't nearly big enough to remind me of you."
"Calling me fat?" He laughed and stood, tossing the bear and walking toward her. He pulled her into a warm hug and kissed the top of her head.
"Yes. Chunky thing." She squeezed him tightly, burying her face in the musky smell of his t-shirt.
"You like it."
"I do. I'm getting hungry seeing that you forced me to leave my plate on my bed this afternoon. I bet my mother is having a conniption over food being upstairs."
"Brilliant. I wish we could see her face." Marc laughed and moved back, reaching for her hand and walking them into the early evening. The wind picked up and Lisa shivered, moving closer to him.
"I want to take you to Geno's. It's Kari's favorite place in the world. He makes everything from scratch. You up for Italian?"
"Sounds fantastic. As long as they have wine we'll be good to go." She slid her arm around his waist and nodded toward the large red sign across the street. "That it?"
"Naww... That's another Geno's." He winked and moved them toward the restaurant as she elbowed him.
"Ass."
"You love it."
She grunted, unwilling to agree with his statement. It was a little too close to the truth. Cold realization washed over her and she pulled him closer, the thought of leaving on Monday stilling her heart. How had she fallen for him so fast?
Was it really fast? They had begun this back and forth teasing relationship when Marc had helped them move to Maine back in April. Months of trying to not want each other. Ridiculous.
Marc held the door for her. The smell of garlic and cheese brushed by her senses, her stomach growling loudly.
"Geno... you here man?" Marc moved back to the door that must have led to the kitchen, pressing it open and yelling loudly.
"I'm-a here." The large Italian man moved toward them from the other side of the restaurant, the smile on his face warm and welcoming. "How did you convince this gorgeous creature to have-a dinner with you?"
Lisa chuckled as Marc's face colored with a blush. He shrugged as Geno popped him on the back and extended his hand to Lisa.
"I'm Geno. This is my place. Any friend of Marc's is family here. Take any seat you want and order anything that looks good to you. My treat."
"No, Geno. I got this." Marc moved toward Lisa, reaching for her hand and moving them into the belly of the restaurant. It was packed with people laughing and enjoying life. Wine bottles littered every table. Conversations couldn't be made out entirely - too many going on at one time.
Lisa walked closely to the handsome devil in front of her, her eyes moving down to watch the way his butt moved in his jeans. She bit her lip, looking up at him as he turned back toward her.
"There's a small private room back here. Intimate so we can talk."
"Sounds serious."
He shrugged, his smile dropping. He turned and moved through the rest of the room, slipping through a thin French door at the end of the large dining hall. Lisa's stomach contracted tightly. His playfulness was gone. Surely they weren't going to discuss the two of them. They needed to, but she didn't think she could handle his rejection.
He was free and liked being as so. She did too... before him. She had always promised herself that she would never be one of those girls. The needy ones that seemed to always need a guy by her side. She was independent and didn't need anyone.
Or didn't until April.
Sighing softly, Lisa slipped in behind him and walked languidly toward the table. He moved her chair back and she sat down, taking in the room. It wasn't much bigger than the average size bedroom in a home, only a few tables sitting empty around them. A large fireplace roared behind them and the air conditioner buzzed above. She smoothed down the front of her dress and pulled her chair up before tucking a long strand of her hair behind her ears.
"Were you serious earlier?" Marc sat down and pulled his napkin into his lap.
"About what?"
"About us getting leather jackets, tattoos and riding a Harley together." He laughed as she smiled, her finger brushing by her lips as she watched him.
"I don’t think I mentioned tattoos, but the rest I would actually love to do."
"Doesn't seem at all like you. Not the ‘you’ I've come to know over the last few months." He looked up, ordering a bottle of red wine from the server.
"We spent time together in April, but not much since then. There’s a lot you don't know about me."
"It's the freedom of it, isn't it?" He tilted his head to the side, sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Riding the bike? Yes. There's something to be said about being a rebel and leaving the world behind in the dust. I've always wanted to experience it." She shrugged, her expression following the depression settling into her. She would leave and he would meet someone else. Life would never be the same and she hated herself for falling in love with him.
"We didn't talk much since April because you didn't want to, remember?"
"I know. I'm not sure that this isn't a mistake as well." She turned her attention to the bread basket in the center of the table, pulling out a piece and dipping it in the butter that sat before her.
"Can we not just enjoy each other when we're together?"
"And what about when we're not?"
"Lisa..."
"I don't want to talk about this. New subject. Not interested in starting these types of conversations in my mid-twenties." She laughed, but the sound fell flat. "My business is growing quite a bit in Maine. Best move I’ve made from a real estate perspective."
"That's great news."
"How's school?"
"It's going good. Just trying to keep my head above water with academics and sports." He shrugged. "I'm ready to be done."
"Three more years?"
"One and a half. I'm skipping over the master’s. I think medicine is for someone else. I'm going to look into wrapping up my Biology degree and maybe teaching for a while."
"Sounds great. How's your mom?"
Geno appeared beside them, pointing to the menus. "You-a guy’s gonna order off the menu or you want to try something new I whipped up today?"