Page 86 of Big Girl Panties

I leaned down, dragging my lips across her cheek, stopping at her ear. My heart was hammering so loudly I was certain she could hear it. "Tell me you're mine," I whispered, vulnerability raw in my voice. I pressed my lips to the spot just below her ear, feeling her pulse jump beneath my touch. "Tell me I'm yours." The words were a prayer, a plea. I slowly kissed down her neck, each touch a promise.

Her body trembled against mine as she released a soft whimper.

I needed to hear her say she was mine. The pain of almost losing her was still so raw, but she was here now, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life making her happy and proving myself worthy of her.

"I'm all yours and you're all mine."

For a moment, we just stared at each other, the weight of her words settling between us. 'I'm all yours and you're all mine.' I'd waited five days to hear those words, but now that she'd said them, they felt too precious, too fragile.

"Say it again," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Her lips curved into the softest smile. "I'm yours, Matt. Completely."

Something inside my chest cracked open. I captured her mouth with mine, but this kiss was different, slower, deeper, like I was trying to memorize the taste of her promise.

I slid my hands up her thighs, the contact sending electricity through my fingertips. When I reached the lace edge of her panties, I paused. Waited. Letting the anticipation build between us.

Her eyes never left mine as she slowly pulled her feet up to the mattress and lifted her hips in a silent invitation.

I dragged her panties down her legs with excruciating slowness, fighting every instinct that screamed at me to rush. Five days without her had taught me something about patience, about savoring what might be taken away.

She leaned back on her hands. Then she spread her legs with such calculated precision that my carefully constructed restraint nearly shattered.

"Fuck, Brooke." The words escaped on a ragged exhale.

Her voice, when it came, was barely above a whisper, but it hit me with the force of a shout: "Fuck me like I belong to you."

My dick throbbed behind the denim of my jeans, desperate for release.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, once, twice. The real world was intruding. I nearly growled, ignoring it. Nothing existed outside this room. Outside her. There was only Brooke, only this moment, only the need to be inside her.

My gaze dropped, zeroing in on her pussy, taking in every detail of her. She was so fucking wet, she was glistening.

I unbuttoned my pants with unsteady fingers and stepped forward between her thighs. Her hand flew up, stopping me, a gentle pressure against my chest. My eyes flashed up, locking on hers. A question. A hunger. A moment suspended in time. Then, a slow smile spread across her face, holding all the power in the world.

"Not like that."

She lifted, shoving me back slightly as she slid off the bed to her feet, her skirt falling to her knees. I had no idea what she was doing, but it didn't matter; I was down for anything as long as I got to do it with her.

She spun around and lifted her skirt over her ass, and my heart rate spiked to an unsafe high. "Like this." She leaned forward, bending over the bed, baring her ass to me.

I bit down hard on my bottom lip. "Fuck." That was all I could manage to say. My hands trembled as they reached out for her.

I raked my hand over the smooth skin of her ass as she looked back at me over her shoulder. I loved everything about Brooke, but I'd always been an ass man, and fuck did she have an amazing ass.

She wiggled, backing up to me, and I couldn't help but smile. My girl was desperate for me. My hands curled around her hips as I slid my thick length through her cheeks. "Is this what you want, baby?" I reached around between her thighs and stroked my fingers through her soaking wet pussy, teasing her.

She squirmed, releasing a tiny whimper as I stroked my dick through her wetness, coating myself as I rubbed tight little circles over her clit. I leaned forward, sliding her hair to one side as I pressed my lips to the sensitive skin just below her ear.

I positioned myself at her entrance, but didn't move further. I let her feel me there, so close, yet not giving her what we both desperately wanted. Her breathing quickened. She tried to push back against me, but my hand on her hip held her steady.

"Matt," she pleaded, the single syllable of my name carrying five days' worth of longing.

"I've thought about this every night," I breathed against her ear, my lips grazing the sensitive skin there. "Being inside you again. Being home."

I eased forward just enough for her to feel the pressure, then stopped again. Her fingers clutched at the sheets, knuckles whitening.

"Please," she whispered.