Watching her mouth form words, his imagination took over and he thought of how it would feel when those pink lips were stretched over his cock. Lord, he couldn’t wait to make love with her - feel her little body give in to the strength of his demands. All in good time, he placated himself. The anticipation would make his homecoming even sweeter. “I’m familiar with the story of the 1001 Arabian Nights. The King ended up falling in love with the little tale-weaver, didn’t he?” What he said caused her to blush; a beautiful pink hue washed up her shoulders, swept her neck and painted roses on her cheeks.
“Yes, he did. But, I’m also quite sure she had qualities that attracted him other than an entertaining bedside manner.”
“Do you have an entertaining beside manner, Savannah?” Patrick didn’t know why he was picking at her, other than it was damn fun and she was as cute as a button.
“I hope so, but I couldn’t swear to it.” Surely he realized by now that he was experienced and she was - - not. As much as she hated to remind him, it was getting late. “What time do you have to report to the base?”
“Damn, you’re right. I gotta go.” He helped her from the booth and out to the car. This time, she let him open her door and he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of her long, shapely legs as she settled behind the wheel. “Pull your dress in. I don’t want to shut the door on the material.” When she did, he rewarded her – “That’s my girl.”
“That’s my girl,’ God, what she wouldn’t give for that to be true. As they drove back to the memorial, Savannah had a serious talk with herself. Patrick was leaving; she couldn’t be sure she’d ever see him again. Yet her heart was beating harder than she had ever felt. Her nipples had peaked, her clit was doing a happy dance, and all she could think was that this man had walked into her life for a reason. It probably wasn’t the reason her body hungered for, but her soul was strongly announcing that destiny had come calling. “I’ve enjoyed our time together very much. Can I send you care packages? I owe you cookies.” Already she was thinking of other items she could send to brighten his days.
“I’ll be back, Savannah.” he promised. “And yes, I’d love anything you could send me. I’ll email you the address. And don’t forget – this isn’t over. While I’m gone, we’ll date online. Okay?”
“Okay, okay,” she gave in with a laugh. “You call it dating and I’ll call it visiting. Either way, I’ll look forward to it.” She parked near the memorial and was relieved to see that Tammany’s car was nowhere in sight. She wasn’t ready to share her tender feelings with anyone.
Patrick came around and helped her out. “Come walk with me under the oak for just a moment, I’m not ready to say goodbye.” He ran a finger down her cheek – something he wanted to do over and over again. “Can I hold your hand some more?”
“Please.” They clasped hands and her heart skipped a beat.
“What kind of flowers are those?” Two beds full of small, unassuming blue flowers bedecked both sides of the gazebo.
“Those are forget-me-nots,” Savannah answered. “I think they are fitting.nbsp; We should never forget what happened to these people.”
Patrick bent over and picked a small spray and handed them to her. “Please don’t forget me, Savannah. Promise?”
With trembling hand she took his offering. “I won’t forget you, Patrick.”
Stepping near, he bent close. “Kiss me, Baby.”
In answer, Savannah rose on tiptoe and kissed him. Chastely. Sweetly. He rubbed his mouth across hers. And when he did, she whimpered a little sigh and opened her mouth to allow him inside. With a growl he hauled her close enough that they could feel one another’s heart beating. Her hands slipped around his waist and she nestled against him. A titter of laughter from passing children broke the spell and Patrick rubbed his hands down her arms and dusted a few more kisses on her face. “Damn, Baby. That’s something I’m not going to be able to forget while I’m gone.”
“Neither will I, Patrick.” Savannah felt drugged from his passion. She looked into his eyes, as if trying to read what the future might hold. When he stole one more hard kiss, she shuddered in absolute delight.
“I’ve got to go. I’ll get in touch with you the first chance I get.”
He pulled away and she had never wanted to run after anyone more than at that very moment. But she couldn’t follow the path he was destined to walk. All she could do was wait for him to come home. “I’ll check my mail everyday.”
“Forget me never, Savannah,” he called out to her as he walked away. And she didn’t. Not then, and not ever.
Chapter Three
A week later
Afghanistan might get cold at night this time of year, but during the day it was damn hot. The temperature gauge might only show in the eighties, but the dry winds that kept the sand stirred up forced them to wear long sleeve shirts and keep the windows rolled up. And their damn air-conditioner was broke. “Jayco, you’re just like a bull moose. How did you break the window control?” Patrick wiped the sweat from his brow. Now they couldn’t let the window down even if the devil winds stopped whipping around.
“I don’t know, O’Rourke.” Jayco’s grin was as wide as his shoulders. It took a lot of crap before he got
