Cam scooted over, unwilling to give her space. He slid his arm over the backboard of the seat, his palm covering her shoulder. She stiffened slightly, and Cam was just about to take his arm back when she finally snuggled against him. She turned her head up, her bright eyes finding his in the intimacy of the car. It was dark, but he could see her. He couldn’t miss the way her eyes widened and softened as she looked up at him.

“Laura, I want to tell you—” he started.

He wanted to tell her everything that had happened since she’d left. He wanted to know everything that had happened to her. He wanted to know what it was like to live in this town. He wanted to know why she had really walked away. The five years they had been apart felt like centuries, and he needed to fill in the history.

She held a hand up to his lips, the pads of her fingers sparking against his flesh. She might have kept the touch gentle, but Cam’s reaction was like a fire lighting his skin. His cock was at full mast, straining against the material of his pants.

“Not tonight. I don’t want to talk about it tonight.” Her voice was breathy with longing.

His heart rate skittered. That sounded like an invitation. “If we’re not going to talk, baby, then what exactly are we going to do?”

“You said you missed me.” Her fingers skimmed across his face.

“So fucking much.” She’d left a huge hole that had only started to shrink the minute he saw her.

“Show me how much you missed me.”

Cam felt like he’d been let off the leash. He grabbed her and hauled her into his lap. “Straddle me, baby.” She threw one of her long legs over his hips so she straddled him like a horse she was just about to ride. Her skirt bunched around her knees. There was absolutely nothing between them but her panties and his slacks and underwear. He could feel how hot her pussy was.

“Damn it,” Rafe cursed, hitting the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. “I should have made you drive.” Cam didn’t bother to reply. Rafe had made his bed, and Cam had no intention of lying in it with him. Laura had given him permission, and he was taking it. He thrust his hands into her hair. It was soft and silky, and he used it to pull her mouth toward his. He felt like a starving man who had just been put at the front of the line at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He wasn’t sure where to start. He wanted to inhale her.

Everything about her called to him. Her scent, the touch of her skin, the sight of her breasts threatening to overflow her shirt. He was on sensory overload.

Laura took the choice out of his hands. She leaned over and pressed her lips to his. It was a soft touch and not nearly enough for Cam. She seemed hesitant, brushing their mouths together as though trying to remember how to kiss.

Cam hadn’t forgotten. He dreamed about it every night. He let his hands tighten in her hair and ran his tongue over her plump bottom lip. Laura shivered and softened, giving him control of the kiss. Cam surged into her mouth, her taste filling him. So long. He had waited so long.

Cam took her mouth, slanting over her again and again. Their tongues met and mated, sliding against each other. Laura’s arms wound around his neck. He loosened his hold on her hair and trailed down, seeking her breasts. He cupped them. They were bigger, rounder. The weight she’d put on had gone to all the right places. She was a sexy handful.

“Show me your breasts, baby.” He pulled away from her mouth, needing to see them. He wanted her naked.

She leaned back just a little, and he could see the worry in her eyes. He brushed his thumbs across her nipples. They tightened to hard little nubs.

“Come on,” he cajoled. “You’re gorgeous, baby. I think you’re so gorgeous. Five years has only made you more beautiful to me. Let me see them.” He knew why she was hiding them. He’d read all the reports. She would have scars, but she needed to know that no amount of scars would make her less lovely.

“Please, bella. I want you naked by the time we get to your place.

Enjoy her now, Cam. I’ll be inside her as soon as I park the car.” Rafe’s voice had taken on a guttural tone. Cam could see his eyes through the rearview mirror. He wasn’t sure what Rafe could see, but Rafe was obviously trying to be a voyeur.

Cam chuckled. “I think he wants a show, baby. Let’s give him one.”

She bit into her bottom lip, tugging it into her mouth. “It’s been a long time for me, Cam. I haven’t actually been with a man since…” Cam forced himself to slow down. He wasn’t terribly surprised she hadn’t had sex. Laura had been very, very picky. She hadn’t dated anyone the whole time he’d worked with her, though many men had tried. But that hesitation in her voice could be more about de Sade than them. That worried the hell out of him.

He softened his hands on her body, touching her in long, slow strokes. He needed to be careful. He didn’t want to bring back any bad memories. “Baby, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We can take it as slow as you want. Hell, if you’re not ready, I can just hold you.”

“Do you really mean that?” Her face was close to his. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin.

“Yes. I do. Rafe and I can just take you to bed and cuddle you.” It would be hard, but utterly worth it if it brought her a moment’s peace.

He’d spent years wondering if she was alone and scared. He’d wanted to hold her so much. He could put his own needs aside if she needed it.

Her hands went to the bottom of her shirt, and she began to tug it over her head, revealing creamy white skin and a lovely white lace bra. Her breasts threatened to overflow the cups, and then they bounced free as she undid the front clasp. The scars from the night she’d been tortured had faded to white lines that did nothing to distract from her beauty. Those scars were a testament to her strength.

He looked past the scars to her breasts and nipples. They were so gorgeous and round. Cam’s cock ached at the sight. He wanted to lube up her chest, hold those tits together and fuck his cock in and out of their pillowy softness. Then maybe she’d understand how much he loved her breasts.

“I don’t want to just cuddle, though I might want a little of that, too,” she said.

“Anything you want.” He wasn’t looking at her face. He couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts.

“Describe them to me,” Rafe ordered.

“Fucking amazing,” Cam said, looking at the bounty offered up to him. He brought his hands up and cupped her breasts. Her nipples were hard little points. “They’re so soft.”

“I have scars, Cam.” Laura whimpered a little. The sound made his cock strain. She was grinding a little, her hips moving, forcing her pussy against his cock.

“I don’t care, Laura.” He pinched her nipples, loving the little moan that came out of her mouth. “Her nipples are hard. You remember how much she loves having her nipples sucked?”

“Oh, yes. Her breasts are so sensitive.” Rafe’s voice was tight as he turned onto the highway.

“Please.” The word came out on a little cry as Cam thrust his pelvis up, hitting her pussy with his cock. “Oh, please, Cam.”

“You tell me what you want, baby. You know I want to give it to you.” He pushed her hips down, grinding her pussy against his rigid erection. He wanted to impale her on it, but she had waited for him.

He owed her way more than a quick roll.

“Kiss me.” She balanced herself by putting her hands on his shoulders.

“Where?” He ran his fingers over her straining nipples. “You want me to kiss you here? You want me to suck your little nipples into my mouth?”

“Yes, Cam. Please. Lick them. Suck them.” He pulled her close. “Anything you want, baby.” He licked a nipple, a long, slow stroke of his tongue.

“Oh, god, that feels so good,” Laura moaned. Her hands found his hair. She thrust her chest out, pressing her breasts to his mouth.

He licked around the areola before sucking the little bead into his mouth. He sucked her deep, enjoying the little sounds she made as her hands wove into his hair and tugged. He whirled his tongue around, biting down lightly. While he sucked and bit at first one nipple and then the other, his hand made its way under her skirt to the edge of her panties. He teased his way under the cotton to find her pussy drenched in moisture. He inhaled, the scent of her arousal filling his senses.

“Baby, your little pussy is soaking wet.” He breathed the words across her breasts. His hand slid between her legs, brushing her clit.

“Fuck,” Rafe cursed as he made another turn. “You’re a lucky bastard, you know that.”

“I can smell and feel how hot you are,” Cam said, fingering her folds. “This greedy little cunt is begging for a cock, isn’t it?”

“Cam.” She wiggled against his fingers.

“Yeah, baby, you need a big, hard cock to fuck.” He shoved a single finger in, her heat nearly scorching him. She was so ready, but he wanted to play a little.

“Give it to me,” Laura said, her eyes closed. She bounced a little, trying to fuck that single finger.

Cam pulled out and let his soaking wet finger trace back to her asshole. Fuck, that got him harder, and he hadn’t thought that was possible. The thought of burying himself in her pretty little anus made him ready to come then and there. He teased her, rimming her hole with his wet finger.

“Still a virgin here. I have to do something about that, baby.” He licked her nipple one last time as he pressed into her just a little. The tight ring of muscles didn’t budge. He was going to have to go slow, to prepare her. “I’m going to have this ass, Laura. I’ve waited years to fuck you here, and I won’t stop until I know what it feels like to have my cock so deep up this ass that you forget a time I wasn’t there.” He pulled his hand away. “But not tonight.” He scooted back slightly, putting a tiny bit of necessary distance between them. He tore at his pants, freeing his dick. Laura leaned back, giving him access to his cock. It sprung free, bouncing in between them.