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

Resting her head on his chest, she could hear the strong beat of his heart.  He was so alive, so vibrant, and so very precious to her.  “It’s a good thing, because I plan on keeping you for a long, long time.”

“I’ve got something for you.”

“I bet you do.  Let me help you get it out.”

When she slid down his body and started unbuckling his belt, he couldn’t help but laugh.  “You’re not going to get any argument from me, but there’s a ring in my pocket if you want it.”

“A ring?” Savannah bounced up, making him grunt as she squirmed up to give him a kiss.

“Hey, watch the package, Doll, or we won’t be making any babies.”

“Oh, sorry,” she soothed a palm over his prominent erection.  “Nothing looks broken.  Besides you made deposits down at the sperm bank, I think we’re covered,” she teased him with a smile.

“Those frozen swimmers are for emergencies, just in case I get exposed to some chemical or something that damages my sperm.  It’s a military safe-guard.  I want to father our children the old-fashioned way.”  He slipped his hand into his side pocket, smiled and held out the ring.  “Give me your hand.”

Savannah choked down tears as he pushed a beautiful diamond onto her finger. “I love you, Patrick.”  The circlet of white gold set with a precious stone was beautiful, and she loved it- but what she felt for him surpassed anything else.  “I’ll never, ever take it off.  I promise. Thank you.” She kissed the ring and then she kissed him.  As always, the passion began to flare, but a large cold nose nudging its way in between them made Savannah convulse in a fit of giggles. “Ciara!”  Patrick’s black lab pushed her way into the huddle.

Patrick tugged on his tight pants and repositioned his erection before standing and offering his hand. “That's better," he said and gave Savannah a wink.  “You make me swell with happiness.  Let’s sit on the couch, I want to hold you.  Ciara won’t jump up here with us, she knows how to behave.”

“I hope you don’t behave, Patrick." From the floor Savannah stared at the substantial bulge that strained the faded denim jeans. "I like it when you’re bad.”

He pulled her to her feet with ease and they moved to the sofa. “I must admit you bring out the worst in me.”

Savannah eased closer, anxious to get her hands on any part of him that she could.  He placed a finger under her chin, and she moved up to kiss him, climbing on his lap and straddling him.  “In my opinion, I bring out the best in you –especially this part,” she let her pussy grind into his cock, a slow methodical grind.  He felt hot and hard and so damned good between her legs.   Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rocked back and forth, letting the friction between them build.

Patrick closed his eyes with a sigh. “God, that feels icredible."  He rubbed his hand over the skin of her upper arm and squeezed gently.  “I’m so glad to be here with you.  I’d give you the world if I could.  Do you want a big wedding, my Savannah?”

“No, all I want is you.”

"All you want is me?  God, I like the sound of that.  Kiss me, Baby,” he whispered.

She kissed his cheek, the corner of his mouth and the stubble on his chin before he took control.  And when he did, she moaned, she couldn’t help it.

Patrick reached behind her back, wrapped her long hair around his hand and pulled her head back gently, exposing her neck to his lips. Savannah gave in willingly to his demands and when he ran his rough, raspy tongue over her overheated skin, she literally purred.

“That’s it, Baby.  I love those little sounds you make.”

“I can’t help it; I love your kiss.”  And she did. Patrick kissed her like she mattered to him.  He was the best lover in the whole world. She loved how he controlled her in bed. Patrick owned her pleasure.  When he made love to her, he did it with his whole heart, mind and soul.

“Come here and let me love you.”  He pulled Savannah down till their mouths touched.  Sliding his tongue over her lips, he tasted her, seduced her - wooed her into opening her mouth and letting him take what he wanted.  Straining against him, she kneaded the muscles of his shoulders and back, pressing her nipples into his chest and loving how good it felt to drag the hungry little buds over his hard muscles.  Cupping her bottom, he tugged her closer to his groin; the pressure on her clit was at the same time an incredible turn-on and an exquisite relief. As he kissed her hard and deep she slipped her hands to his waist and began pulling his shirt from the waistband of his jeans.  When she could get to him, she caressed his skin, sliding her hands up his chest to caress his nipples.

“You are driving me crazy, Baby.”  Holding her tight against him, Patrick kissed her neck, her collarbone and the upper swell of her breasts.  “I need you, now.”  He lifted her with one arm around her waist and laid her down on the couch, turning with her till he was on top.

Their kisses turned heated.  Savannah cupped the back of his head, wishing his hair was long enough to grab onto.  When his tour of duty was over, she was putting in a request for long hair. She’d never get enough of this man. Covering her body, he bucked against her, grinding his cock into her softness, letting her know the extent of his desperation.  “Patrick, please,” she moaned.  In answer to her plea, he sat up, pulled the shirt she wore over her head so he could kiss her breasts right through the bra,