Forget Me Never by Sable Hunter (spicy books to read .TXT) 📕

“No, if our orgasms get more intense, they’ll kill us.”  Again, she made him laugh.  Actually, it was nerf guns; she had decided to stage a play-day with him.  When Patrick was happy and full of laughter, her world was perfect.  So, she intended to bring just as much joy into his life as she possibly could.  “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

They had spent the day in Lafayette shopping and picking up things from his apartment.  For all intents and purposes, Patrick was going to be staying with her full time.  Savannah knew it was quick, but it seemed more right than anything else in her life had ever felt.

Ciara had stayed at her house and she had offered to keep the dog when he had to ship out again.  That was one day Savannah dreaded with all her heart.  He had told her a little about his work and she knew that if she knew more, it would only worry her to death.

“So, do you think the Saints will win the Super Bowl tonight?”  Patrick winked at her.

“I don’t know,” she answered carefully.  As much as she longed for Patrick to want to be with her, the idea of marrying him seemed to be an impossible dream.  Something would stop it from happening, she was sure of it.  It was like wishing for the moon – you could wish all you wanted, but the moon didn’t just drop into your lap.  She was so afraid to hope.  And if he proposed – God help her, she really didn’t know what she would do.  Patrick had no idea what he could be getting into if he chose to link his life to hers.  Bringing him pain or shame was something she just couldn’t bear to think of doing.  “I don’t think we’d better get too excited, they’ve never won before.”

“No, but this time is going to be different.”

He looked so excited; she was glad they had gone to the market and picked up food for their own Superbowl Party.  She intended to make it as special for him as she could.  When they arrived at her house, he kissed her and told her he was going to call Revel and walk Ciara and that he would return soon.  Savannah took advantage of the time he was gone and made hot wings, mini-pizzas, sub sandwiches and hot sausage cheese dip for them to enjoy during the game.

When he returned, she had it all ready.  The TV was on, the food was spread out and she had on as close to something sexy as she owned.  Savannah had more on her mind than football.  “Wow, this looks great!”  Patrick was a big eater, so she had fixed plenty.

“Did you have a good conversation with your friend?”

“Yes, I did.  We talked about you, mostly.”  He settled down on the couch – just stretched out and left her a little spot in the corner.  “Come here, I want to cuddle.”

“What did you say about me?”  She sat on her legs and looked him in the eye.

“You’re a nosy little thing, aren’t you?”  Patrick teased.

“A little bit.”

She fed him a bite of pizza.  He took the bite, captured her hand and licked the remaining spot of sauce off her fingers.  “I just told him how I felt about you.  And we discussed some business, that’s all.”  There was more to it than that, but he wasn’t ready to tell her everything – not yet.  “Look, the game’s starting.”

Typical male, he got into the game.  Savannah had a good time watching him.  He yelled at the quarterback.  He snarled at the referees, but mostly he looked disturbed because the first half was almost over and the Colts were ahead of the Saints.  “It’s okay.”

Patrick knew it was okay.  But this game had come to mean more to him than just his favorite team winning the big prize.  It might be silly, but he had wound this all up with his chances of being with Savannah.  “The game’s not over.”

“No, it’s not.”  There were a few minutes left and then The Who were going to sing.  Savannah was still hungry – but not for food.

“Come on Brees!  Do something!” Patrick yelled at the Saints quarterback.

Savannah decided to make her own play.  He was sitting about nine inches away from her.  He had been closer, but he was eating and getting into the game and somehow he had moved away from her.  That would never do.  He wasn’t paying any attention to her at all, so when she let her hand inch his way – she waited to see what he would do.

Patrick knew that Savannah thought he was oblivious to her advances.  She was letting her fingers do the walking – literally.  Her little hand was inching toward him, and he couldn’t wait to see what she was up to.  He leaned forward just like he was engrossed in the game.  Right now he was more interested in her, but he wasn’t going to let on.

r at allize="+0" face="Calibri">She let her fingers touch his hard thigh – just barely.  First, she pushed her hand under his legs just a little bit, like it was cold and she was trying to get warm.  He just grunted – he wasn’t taking the hint.  Next, she let her fingers walk up his leg, like a little spider – still, nothing.  Damn! Getting a mite bolder, she curled her hand over the top of his leg and rubbed her thumb up and down on the strong muscle.  He had the audacity to pat her hand and say, “Hey, Baby.  How’s it going?”

Patrick bit back a smile when she huffed and muttered under her breath.  It was the same little voice she had used the day they met in the memorial when her friend had been embarrassing the heck out of her.

Before Patrick, she would never have attempted something like this.  But he had given her confidence