Saxon's Soul (Haven, Texas 5)
mbs over her cheeks. “You look exhausted. Tonight was a big night for you, if you’d rather sleep or talk about what we did—”
She leaned up on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself, and kissed him. She didn’t think about it first, didn’t worry over it, she just did it.
And damned if it didn’t feel fucking wonderful.
He didn’t let her take charge for long. He clasped her under the ass and lifted her high against his chest. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist, loving the feel of him against her. Hard and hot.
He drew back, looked at her, studied her. “I can see you don’t want to sleep.”
“No,” she whispered. “And I don’t want to fucking talk either.”
“Language,” he growled.
“What you going to do? Spank me?” She gave him a fresh smile.
“Don’t think I wouldn’t, sprite. Although I might have to come up with some different punishment. I think you might like being spanked a bit too much.”
“Sometimes, but not when you’re truly disappointed in me.”
“I could never be truly disappointed in you.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “What were you thinking about so seriously?”
She considered kissing him again but figured she wouldn’t get away with that diversion a second time.
“You could have had any sub in that club but you’re here with me.” She shrugged. “It’s still hard to believe.”
He laughed. “Any sub I desired? You give me far more credit than I deserve. Do you know what I find hard to believe? That you don’t know how desirable, beautiful, and amazing you are.”
She blushed happily at the words.
“You did so well tonight, pet. I know it wasn’t easy for you at times, yet you did as I asked without too much balking.”
She screwed up her nose. “Asked?”
His grin widened. “All right. Demanded. Are you ready for more?”
“Bring it on, Sir,” she said with more bravado than she probably should have.
“Hmm, someone is feeling confident. Strip and then lay down on the bed. I want your arms above you head and your legs spread.”
Her heart raced as he let her slip free of his hold. Her feet touched the floor and her legs nearly buckled. But he must have sensed her weakness as he held her for a few moments until she was steady. He took hold of her chin, tilting her face up to study her.
What did he see? Was he going to stop? She would have to do something drastic if he did. She was so on fire for him, so in need she knew she wouldn’t sleep, wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but her desire to have him take her.
But whatever he saw in her face must have reassured him as he nodded then turned her. He gave her a sharp slap to the butt. “Stop procrastinating, pet.”
Procrastinating? She bit down on her lip to stop herself from protesting and, instead, stripped. She climbed onto the bed, lying on her back and raising her arms above her head. Saxon had stripped until he was just wearing his pants. His gorgeous chest was on display, and she licked her lips, wishing she could run her tongue over the hard lines and trace every inch.
He placed his hands on his hips and raised one eyebrow, looking down at her. “Do I need to teach you a lesson on obeying your Dom?”
Huh? What was he talking about? She was in position, wasn’t she? Arms above her head and legs . . . oh shit. She quickly spread her legs. He reached down and slapped the inside of each thigh sharply. “Wider.”
“Sorry, Sir.” She moved them further apart, very aware of how exposed she was.
“Next time be quicker.”
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed, inwardly rejoicing that there would be a next time.
He moved to the foot of the bed then grabbed her ankles, pulling her down until her ass reached the edge. He had one of those gorgeous, four-poster beds. Dark, wooden furniture filled his room, the walls were a deep blue. It was moody and masculine.