But the feeling of Matthew's body against mine again after so long, and the emotional release of finally being completely honest awoke other needs. The scent of his skin triggered a powerful response in me, and I didn't need to fight it anymore. I turned my face to his and kissed him. Tenderly, almost tentatively at first. But as our bodies shifted together, fitting curves to flat plane, softness to firmness, the kiss deepened. With lips and teeth and tongues we reunited wordlessly. While my heart still ached from the long time apart, my body ignited like he'd never left. I moaned against Matthew's mouth as I ran my hands over his chest and back. He was different. Harder. Lean muscle had twisted into something stronger and more solid, but still familiar. As my nails dug lightly into the skin of his lower back, he hissed and I pulled away with a gasp. "Did I hurt you?" Matthew smiled. "No." Concern managed to drown my desire for a moment. "Are you sure?" "I'm sure." I looked into his eyes to make sure he was being honest.
