Forget Me Never by Sable Hunter (books successful people read txt) 📗

jacket he laid it across a chair and knelt next to the couch.  Lord, she was pretty.  Tenderly, he pushed back a strand of hair off of her face.  Poor baby was exhausted.  With the back of his hand he grazed her cheek.  “Hmmm,” she hummed a tiny moan of enjoyment and cuddled down in the cushions.  Unable to resist, Patrick kissed her forehead and the corner of her eye.  Wanting more, he nuzzled her neck and breathed in her fresh clean scent.  “Kiss me,” she whispered as she turned toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Hell yeah,” he was all for that.  atrick was eager to taste more of her kisses.  He had planned it all out, a slow, sweet seduction.  But Savannah had other ideas.  Taking Patrick’s breath away she sought his lips, blindly.  And when she found them, she rocked his world.  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she opened her mouth and welcomed him in – seeking his tongue, eating at his lips, consuming him as if she were starving for his touch.  “God, Baby, that’s so good.”

This time, his voice penetrated her dream-state.  Savannah went completely still.  She pulled back a couple of inches and opened her eyes, her cheeks flushing a warm pink.  “Oh my goodness – you’re not a dream.”  Licking her lips and closing her eyes as if to hide, she groaned the sexiest little moan. “I’m so sorry.  I was just so hungry for you; I didn’t realize you were really here.”  Putting her hands on his shoulders, she attempted to push him back enough so she could extricate herself from his embrace.

“Don’t pull away from me – please.”  He gathered her close once more.  “I loved your kiss.  Now I don’t have to wonder about your true feelings, you just showed me in the sweetest way possible.”

Savannah couldn’t breathe.  He was here, she could touch him.  Lifting one hand she cupped the side of his face and tenderly pressed her lips to his.  “I’m so relieved you’re safe and I’m so glad you’re here.”  That was all the invitation Patrick needed, he captured her lips, possessed them – he literally consumed her.  Savannah was swept away on a wave of passion; she clung to him and returned his kiss with all the pent-up longing in her heart.

“Where’s your room?”  Patrick asked as he picked her up like she weighed nothing.

“Upstairs, second door on your right,” she answered.  “What about supper?  I cooked everything I could think of for you.”

“I’m sure I’ll love everything you’ve prepared for me, but let’s feed one hunger at a time.  Sit, Ciara.  We’ll be back later.”

“I didn’t get to meet the dog.”  Savannah spoke trying to look over his shoulder.

“You two can get acquainted later.  I need you now.”  He rubbed his cheek against hers as he walked.  Every move he made he was trying to convey to her that he couldn’t wait to get closer to her – skin to skin.  “Am I welcome in your bed, Savannah?”

Savannah was so torn; her whole body trembled with need, but doubts about her ability to please him prevented her from relaxing.  “Wait.”

Patrick felt her stiffen and he stopped in his tracks.  “What’s wrong?  You don’t want me?”

She patted him on the chest, rubbing her hand up and down his camouflage shirt.  “Of course, I want you.  I just needed to say that I’ll try very hard, but you’ll have to tell me what to do.  I’m a fast learner; it’s just that I’m unschoolethe ways to give you pleasure.”  Tentatively, she studied his face, looking at his eyes, his mouth and back to his eyes.  What she saw amazed her.  Her experience with men was non-existent, but she could see tenderness, concern – and yes – desire.

“Tonight will be perfect, because you and I are going to enjoy one another.”  With a quick kiss to her lips, he headed up the stairs, carrying her like a bride on her wedding night.  “I’m going to make love to you and all you have to do is respond to me however you want to – there is no right or wrong.  All I want to do is be with you.  It seems like I’ve been waiting for this night all of my life.”

Savannah was still nervous, but Patrick had touched her heart and given her the courage to take what she wanted.  And Savannah wanted Patrick Heath O’Rourke.  She laid her head against his chest and just enjoyed being carried.  God, he was big and strong.  And so handsome!  The door was ajar, so he pushed through and sat her down by the bed.

Framing her face, he caressed her cheeks with his thumbs.  “We’ve talked more in the last month than most people do in their first whole year of marriage.”  Bending near, he rubbed his lips over her face, a light, tender caress, “You can’t imagine how I’ve longed for this moment.  I came home to you, Savannah.”  He lifted the heavy weight of her hair and kissed her neck.  “You don’t have a thing in the world to worry about, I’d never, ever hurt you.”  Holding his hands between them palm up, he smiled at her.  “Look, I’m trembling.”

“Why are you nervous?”  This big man walked through the fires of hell in war-torn countries; she couldn’t imagine him being hesitant of anything.  She placed her hands palm up on his, offering him comfort.

“I’m not nervous, Baby,” he whispered.  “I’m desperate for you.”

That amazed Savannah.  All she could think to say was, “I’m yours.”

“You won’t be sorry.  Let’s get you out of these clothes.”  She started to unbutton her dress, “No, let me.”  As he began to slip the buttons through their holes, she dropped her arms to her sides.  “Do you know how long I’ve waited to see you?  That photo you finally sent me of you on this bed on all fours, your tits hanging down, that perky little ass of yours tilted in