Page 62 of Big Girl Panties

"Yeah." Her teeth caught her bottom lip, and I found myself staring at that small gesture, the way it made her lip fuller, how it drew my attention to her mouth. She was so fucking hot, and she didn't even know it. "I like it too." Bending forward slightly, she bumped me with her ass, forcing me to take a step back.

I was almost disappointed until she grabbed the hem of her shirt and paused, sucking in a deep breath as her eyes closed, as if she were conjuring courage from the deepest depths of her soul. "Like a lot." Her eyes opened, holding mine as she pulled her shirt off and dropped it to the mat, and then her bra.

"Fuck…" My hands ached to touch her, but she was in charge, and I fucking loved it.

She twisted to face me. Her gaze dipped, slowly, to where I was already hard for her.

That smile. Fuck. She knew exactly what she was doing.

She slid her thumbs into her waistband, dragging the fabric down inch by teasing inch.

I swallowed hard, pulse thudding.

My hands followed instinct, slipping under the waistband of my shorts as her eyes lifted to mine, daring me. I shoved them to the floor.

My heart hammered. We stood there, both of us bare, both of us breathing hard. The air between us was electric. Charged. I wanted to move, needed to move, but something held me frozen. Maybe it was the way she looked at me. Maybe it was knowing that she was in control.

She was becoming more and more confident with me, trusting me more.

She stepped forward into my personal space, her hips swaying with each movement, and I bit down on my bottom lip when her breast brushed across my skin. Her eyes followed her fingertips as they traced the curves of my abs.

She had all the control in this moment, and we both knew it. I was completely at her mercy, and the realization sent a wave of heat coursing through me.

"Tell me what you want," she whispered.

"You." The word came out rougher than I intended. "Just… you."

She pushed up on her toes, and I leaned down. "Please…" Her gaze lifted, meeting mine. The heat of her breath fanned across my lips. "Fuck me."

That was it. My mouth crashed against hers as my hands grabbed her ass, pulling her up to me. Her hands slid into my hair, tugging gently. Fuck, this woman drove me insane. I lowered to my knees and eased her down to her back as I broke from the kiss.

"I want to be inside you, Brooke," I whispered against her ear. "I want to fuck you right here in front of this mirror so you can see how beautiful you are when you're riding my cock." I kissed just below her ear. "How pretty you are when you're coming for me."

"Please," she moaned, wiggling under me. "I need you."

"Fuck," I muttered, reality hitting me square in the chest. "I don't have a condom."

Her lips brushed mine. "Do you trust me enough to fuck me without one?" My eyes widened. I have always used a condom. Even with my ex-wife. "I'm on birth control and I know I'm clean…"

"More than I've ever trusted anyone." I knew I was clean. Even though it wasn't required for my profession, blood spilled in the ring, so I got tested often. "Do you trust me enough?" For Brooke to trust me this much was a huge step. I would normally never agree to 'no condom,' but I knew this was forever. I knew she was my forever.

She nodded slowly. "Fuck me." She smiled. "Please."

My hands gripped her hips, and I rolled, positioning her on top of me. "You want it," I groaned as she started to grind herself over my hard length. "Take it. Take my cock. It's yours."

She shifted over me, gripping me at the base as she positioned herself like she was ready to swallow me whole.

She lowered herself slowly onto my cock, and the sensation stole my breath. Heat wrapped around me, perfect and tight, and I had to sink my teeth into my lip to keep from losing control. Not to thrust my hips up and start fucking her.

My hands tightened around her hips, and my gaze raked over her. Her full lips parted slightly, the delicate skin of her throat, her full breasts bouncing as she moved, the thick curve of her hips. "You are so fucking beautiful."

Her hands dropped to my chest, her nails curling into my skin as she started to ride me. Her hips rolling back and forth over me like she was testing out the sensation.

"Oh my…" Her words faded into a moan, her hesitation disappearing as she found a rhythm.

Her gaze held mine hostage. Confidence bloomed through her as she watched the effect she had on me.

My back flew off the mat. My bare chest slamming against hers. Brooke's hands cupped my face as her lips smashed against mine. My arm circled her waist, holding her tight against me as our sweat-slicked bodies slid together in sync.