Page 61 of Laken's Surrender (Haven, Texas 2)

“Baby. That’s it, let it out.” Damn, he should have realized she’d hit her limit. There had been a lot to take in today and although they had a lot of work to do before going to the club this weekend, she needed some downtime as well. Time to just process things. He lifted her up and carried her into the living room. Placing her on the sofa, he kissed her forehead before standing.

“Stay here, sugar,” he told her as she sat up. He walked back into the bedroom and put some pants and a t-shirt on, then grabbed a blanket.

Moving back into the living room, he wrapped her up in the blanket, then placed her on his lap, holding her tight, surrounding her in his scent and security.

“What about dinner?” she finally asked.

“I’ll order pizza.”

She nodded her head and snuggled in against him. After about ten minutes he realized she’d fallen asleep. Shifting her easily, he laid her back on the sofa then stood and moved into the kitchen to order the pizza and tidy up.

  The pizza was delivered twenty minutes later. He knew that she needed to get some healthy food into her, but for tonight pizza would have to do.

“Laken,” he said quietly, sitting in the chair next to the sofa. “Laken, wake up.”

Her eyelids moved and she let out a low moan.

“Laken, wake up now,” he said in a firmer voice.

She came awake with a gasp and sat up, looking around desperately.

“W-what?”

“It’s okay, baby.” She hated waking up in strange places, which is why he had always stayed at her place until tonight. “You’re at my house. You’re safe.”

She stared at him, taking in one deep breath after another.

“I fell asleep on the couch.”

“Yes, sugar. Pizza’s here and you need to eat.” He scooped up a cheesy slice and put it on a plate for her. Then he handed her a napkin. He didn’t bother with a plate for himself.

“I don’t think I can,” she told him.

“You can and you will. You’re too thin, Laken. It worries me.”

Laken sighed but picked up the slice of pizza and took a delicate bite. Damn, he had it bad if watching her eat turned him on. By the time she had finished her piece, he was well into his third slice. He grabbed her plate and placed another slice on it.

She glanced at it then at him. He gave her a stern look and she shrugged, slowly nibbling on it. When they were both finished, he tidied up, waving at her to wait on the sofa. He then sat beside her and cuddled her against him.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged him. “I can’t stand it.”

“Make you wait for what, sugar?” he asked in surprise.

“I know I should have told you about Ricky and the flowers. The waiting and wondering is worse than the punishment.”

Ah hell. He’d been contemplating just wiping the slate clean. After all, they both had made mistakes. She had been sitting here worrying while he’d been thinking about all the ways he wanted to fuck her.

He nodded. “Go and get a pillow off the bed, then lay it on the end of the coffee table. Place yourself over the end of the coffee table, your hips on the cushion and your legs wide apart.”

As she moved slowly to do his bidding, he rose and went into the main bathroom to grab some lubricant.

When he returned, she was positioned just as he had ordered and he took a moment to look at her, to take her in. Damn, she was beautiful. Her skin was lightly tanned everywhere but her ass. Did she sunbathe topless? Well, she’d better not do that where anyone but him could see, or she would be sunbathing with a bright red bottom.

Her hair brushed her shoulders as she moved her head, trying to get comfortable. She was tense, nervous. A small shiver shook her and he frowned slightly before moving over to the wall to adjust the temperature. He thought it was hot as hell in here, but Laken had always felt cold, and he would put up with sweltering if it meant she was comfortable.

Well, as comfortable as she could be waiting to get her ass walloped.

He stood there, staring down at her. What was he doing? After all she’d been through he was now going to spank her? Hadn’t she suffered enough at his hands?