Matt groaned as Lauren’s lips met his, before turning and taking her mouth. It seemed like he’d still been half stuck in the nightmare when she first touched him, but at the press of her lips against his, he’d come fully awake. He gripped Lauren’s head in his hands, firmly but oh so gently, guiding her mouth back down to his. His tongue swept out, and she opened her mouth, granting him access, his masculine taste permeating her senses. Lauren let her hands drift down, and a shiver ran through her as they touched his shoulders, then his pecs, the firm flesh flexing beneath her hands as Matt continued to taste her, landing bruising kisses. The man clearly didn’t wear a shirt to bed. She shivered. What else didn’t he wear? The thought of Matt naked beneath the sheets ignited her arousal, and she shifted against him, almost unconsciously trying to get closer.

Whatever thoughts had been torturing Matt in his sleep, the physical sensations between them were just as strong. It was as if he was trying to chase away his demons by kissing her, and Lauren certainly wasn’t going to object. Her fingers slid down his chest, skating over the ridges of his abs. Was he going to stop her? When she’d gone into his room, her sole intention had been to wake him from his nightmare, to bring him some peace. But with Matt’s lips moving from her mouth and nibbling their way down her neck, she was fast forgetting anything other than his touch.

She’d had barely two days to process that he was even still alive, and now they were in his bed. What was she doing, and did she even care? Matt had been the love of her life before he “died.” Maybe he still was. She’d have time to process all that properly later. At that moment, all that mattered was the glide of his hands against her hips, the small bite of pain as he nipped her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. Pleasure swamped her, and she was still dressed. God, it had been years since she’d allowed herself to feel that way. Until that very moment, Lauren hadn’t been sure she would ever feel it again, but being there, touching Matt, it felt right. She wasn’t going to question it.

Matt looked up, making eye contact with her, the question showing in his gaze. She knew exactly what he was asking and nodded. His fingers traced the hem of the large T-shirt she’d donned for bed before lifting it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Because she and Brayden had nothing of their own on hand immediately after the fire, Matt had lent her his shirt to sleep in. It was an old one, clearly well-worn, with the firehouse logo on the front. When she’d slipped it on, Lauren had loved the feel of the soft cotton against her skin and the subtle touch of Matt’s scent that had surrounded her. Now, she barely paid it notice as it slipped to the floor. Not with his hands cupping and then caressing her breasts.

Her skin flushed beneath his touch, and it was her turn to groan as he ran his fingers around her pink buds before teasing a nipple, rolling it in his fingertips. Her breasts had changed since they’d last been together all those years ago, forever altered by childbirth. Matt didn’t seem to care. He leaned forward, sucking the teased nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. Lauren’s eyes fluttered shut as her head fell back against her shoulders with the pleasure. He licked and sucked at one nipple until it was a hard nub, then moved to the other, giving it equal attention. Heat surged through her, and her pussy fluttered. His hands, now free, roamed over her, touching every part of her except for where she wanted him most. “Matt, please.”

He looked up at her again and finally spoke for the first time since he’d woken. “Oh, no, Sweetheart. I’ve waited years for this. Let me take my time.” He licked at her again, then sucked her breast into his mouth, his finger moving to grip her still-clothed ass and pulling her tight against him. Another round of shivers skittered through her as she felt his erection, a hard length resting against her thigh. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who’d changed since they were teens. Nothing about Matt had ever been small, but the feel of him now against her thigh . . . her core clenched at the thought of taking him inside her. Fuck, she was going to come simply from his touch. If he didn’t seem to be in a hurry, then she had to take matters into her own hands, literally. She dropped her hands to his waist, the feel of his bare hips all the confirmation she needed. Lauren reached down and pulled the sheet draping Matt’s lower body away. Small goose bumps rose on the skin suddenly exposed to the cold air, and she smiled. She would have loved to take the time to kiss down his chest, to taste his skin and explore every inch of him, but that would have to wait. Tonight, she doubted either one of them could be slow.

She looked down at Matt’s cock. Hard and long, it bumped up against his abdomen, a small drop of fluid leaking from the tip. Her tongue darted out as she licked her lower lip, and she felt Matt’s grasp tighten on her hips. She was going to have to appreciate his form later. If she didn’t take control, then he would take the lead again and be back to torturing her with kisses for hours before either of them found any relief. She grasped him in her hand and pumped her hand up and down. His fingers dug into her skin, and Lauren grinned. She leaned forward and licked around the tip, enjoying the moan that fell from his lips, before taking the head into her mouth. Luckily for Matt, she wasn’t in the mood for hours of foreplay that night. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling her.

She bobbed her head up and down his shaft, flattening her tongue against the sensitive underside, before gripping him again with her hand and caressing the root while she licked up the side. Matt’s hands had fallen away from her hips, and one now wound through her hair, tightening as she took him in her mouth again. He didn’t force her to take more than she was ready for, but he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting lightly forward. She hummed around his length, and a litany of curses fell from his lips. “So good . . .” he muttered, his other hand fisting the sheet beneath him.

Lauren teased his slit with her tongue before taking him in her mouth again, deeper that time. He caressed the back of her head as her hand worked the part of his dick not in her mouth. As she took more of him in her mouth, the moans falling from Matt’s mouth turned to heavy breaths as he hardened impossibly further in her grasp. His hips flexed again, once, then twice more, before he sat up, pulling himself from her mouth and claiming hers again. “That was incredible,” he said, finally breaking their connection once more, “but I’ll be damned if I’m coming anywhere but deep inside you.”

His words reignited the fire that had been growing inside her, and Lauren felt dampness slick her thighs. Matt reached down, grinning when his hands reached the waistband of her borrowed boxer shorts. He pushed them down, almost fumbling, and then twisted them together, moving so she lay on the bed, splayed out under him. He paused, looking his fill, his gaze burning into her. It was as if she could feel his examination of her body as a physical touch. Her breathing hitched as arousal blazed in his eyes, and she gasped as Matt’s hand reached out to trail through her curls. He circled her folds and then slipped a finger between them, rubbing at her clit just as he had her nipples. Pleasure rushed through her. How was she going to survive any longer without coming? He circled her again, this time slipping a finger inside, and she was lost. Waves of bliss took her under, and she cried out Matt’s name as her orgasm overtook her senses. He added another finger, stretching her, as he continued to rub at her clit, sending pleasure sparking through her, until finally the waves receded. Matt stroked her gently until she came back to earth, a satisfied smile on her face.

“I missed that,” he said, her grin echoed on his face.

“So did I,” she said. “And I want more.” She reached out and grabbed his still-hard cock, pumping it in her hand. His own evidence of arousal slicked her grasp.

Matt looked down at her, his face turning serious. “You’re sure?”

Lauren reached up and put a hand on his shoulder, using her other to guide him toward her entrance. “I want you, Matt.”

He took her mouth in a searing kiss, thrusting his tongue roughly inside, and then leaned over, grabbing a condom from his bedside table. She would have liked to roll it down his shaft herself, but Matt had himself sheathed in under ten seconds. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and he groaned, his hips punching forward. Next time, they’d take it slow. She arched her hips into him as he thrust forward, filling her to the hilt. The root of his cock pressed against her clit, igniting the spark inside her again. Her pussy fluttered as he withdrew, and he groaned, slamming back into her again.

Lauren reached down, brushing her fingers over her clit as Matt thrust into her, each pass of his dick sliding deliciously against her inner walls. Her breath came in hard pants again, and he batted her fingers away, pressing the palm of his hand down on her clit as he continued to thrust into her, grinding it against the sensitive nub. Lauren reached up to his shoulders again and pulled him down to lie against her. Matt was a big guy, and his weight pressed heavily against her, but she didn’t care. The sensation of being fully surrounded by his hard body as he thrust fast and deep inside her was all it took to send her over the edge again.

“Fuck!” He ground out as her pussy tightened around him. He shifted his hips, sliding his cock impossibly deeper into her. Matt picked up the pace, pounding into her, prolonging her orgasm until nothing existed except the sensation of his body sliding against hers. As she finally came back to the world, Lauren felt him thrust hard against her and then hold himself inside her core, his dick pulsing as he came. Matt groaned his own pleasure and then leaned up on one elbow, kissing her deeply. He withdrew and quickly took care of the condom, and then returned to the bed, pulling her close to his side. She fell asleep to the sensation of his arms wrapping around her.