“Are you safe, Margo?” Scott asked, pressing his phone to his ear. He’d walked a little way away from his busted car, and his beautiful ex-girlfriend had taken it upon herself to move the traps off the road and to report them to the police. She was now surveying the area for more.

He supposed it gave her something to do to distract herself from the craziness that was happening.

“I’m okay,” Margo answered. “I’m feeling a little better than earlier. Not loving the idea of staying here overnight, but I spoke to the station staff, and they’re going to allow me to use the staff office when they leave. So, I’ll have access to the phone. There’s also a security guard that will be on site until the last bus leaves. Then the place will be locked ‘til tomorrow morning.”

This was one seriously messed up day, and while he might have seemed cool and casual, Scott was worried for his sister. No matter how old they got, he always put himself in charge of taking care of her --right from way back when they were kids. Their parents raised them that way.

“Sounds good,” Scott said. “I’m glad you were able to arrange that. Do you have food?”

“The kind lady who helped me set up my sleeping arrangements got me some food. I have enough to last for days,” she chuckled. “She would have gotten me on a bus if not for the roads being messed up down there. And I said I’m being picked up.”

The question was ‘when.’ “I’m really sorry about this, sis.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s entirely mine.”

Margo had already told him what happened and how she felt. She agreed to contact Gale and tell him she’d be with him by tomorrow to talk about the problem, but she still insisted on hiding the fact that she ran away. She made Scott promise not to say anything, and he did. He understood, he supposed, and he admired his sister for being able to look past a problem and focus on how Gale felt. Few people could do that.

“It’s no one’s fault,” Scott assured her. “Let’s just try and stay positive. I wish I could give you a time.” It was nearly 3:00, and the mechanic said he’d be able to get to them in roughly two hours. As for fixing the car, the mechanic said he’d do his best but had a few jobs to do before he could start work on Scott’s car. They were probably looking at another five to six hours on top of their wait here. Scott had called at least ten different roadside assistance companies, but most were either blocked in because of the collision, booked for hours, or couldn’t come at all.

The guy he spoke to was the one with the least amount of waiting time.

Instead of thinking only about getting to Margo, he was now also thinking about getting himself and Abi somewhere for the night. And, when he thought about hanging out with Abi for that many hours, his mind went into overdrive and zoned in on that wild streak that got him in trouble with women.

Was it terrible that he was thinking of ways to get his hands on his beautiful ex -- to feel her soft skin and kiss every inch of her fine body, intoxicating himself with that sweet fruity smell that surrounded her from her shampoo?

Margo was saying something, but Scott didn’t hear. It was her saying his name with more insistence that grabbed his attention, taking his mind from his Abi-filled daydream.

“Scott, how’s Abi? I told her you changed, so don’t go embarrassing me.”

“Things are fine. Why wouldn’t they be?” He was trying to dismiss any conversation about him and Abi because Margo had been so pissed off with him after they broke up that it was nearly a year before she started speaking to him again.

Also, he didn’t want to talk about it. He knew his error in the whole thing and didn’t want to feel worse than he already did.

“Are you kidding? When you guys broke up I worried she wouldn’t want anything to do with me. Scott, she didn’t just move across state; she moved across the country to start fresh.”

He closed his eyes and bit the inside of his lips. “She had a job in New York.”

“Not when she first left. Anyway, just please be gentle with her. She’s my best friend.”

Margo started saying something else, but, as Scott turned to walk back to the car, he got a really good view of Abi bending over by her side of the car to pick something up on the ground.

Her perfectly sculptured ass was calling to him to touch it. Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, she started undoing the buttons on her blouse. He had to wonder if he’d fallen asleep and was dreaming.

He continued watching, feeling his cock go from zero to hard in seconds. He expected to see her bra showing off her delicious breasts as she took off the blouse, but, instead, there was a lacy camisole top which she was wearing underneath. (That was just as good as the bra because it gave him a view of the definition in each breast as they bounced in delicious jiggles when she moved, catching his lustful eye.)

Drool. It was starting to come out of his mouth, and he had to swallow.

He should have kicked himself. How the fuck had he let this woman get away from him, and what the hell was he going to do to control himself around her -- e

specially when he didn’t want to exercise any form of control? She was built to drive men wild, and her gorgeous body was making him ache with need.

He had to remind himself to behave. She’d just been attacked by that creep in the diner, and the last thing she’d need, even if she hadn’t just been attacked, was him and his wild sexual thoughts about her.

“Scott!” Margo yelled into the phone so loud the sound buzzed out and hurt his ears.

“Yes, Margo, what is it?”

“Jesus. You aren’t even listening to me. Did you hear what I said?”

Not a damn thing. “The line was bad.” He replied. It was a nice save.

“Scott, just take care of yourself and Abi. Someone wants to use the phone, so I have to go. Call me a little later.”

“Sure.” He was enjoying speaking to her, but he wanted to get back to Abi.

He placed his phone back in his pocket and walked back over to her. She focused on him and leaned her behind into the side of the car, resting against it.

As soon as he cast his eyes over her again, he forgot everything he just cautioned himself about just moments ago. Her cheeks turned a warm rose color when she saw the way he was looking at her, and her eyes locked with his as he stopped beside her.

“Babydoll.” He gave her a small smile trying to put a hold on the desire that brewed for her.

“Hey.”

Scott couldn’t help it, he reached out and touched the side of her face. She didn’t protest that, and he wondered what else she’d allow.

It wasn’t in his nature to show any form of restraint, and she was making it ten times harder with the way she looked.

“Looks like you and I are stuck together until tomorrow.” He released her.

“I figured.” Her soft voice reached into his soul and he was reminded of the gentle shy girl she was when he first met her.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked.

“I’m fine.” Her eyes never left his, and he wondered if she, too, could feel that magnetism between them.

“So, what are we going to do with all this time on our hands? Two hours until we get picked up.”

They’d get taken to Lake Tahoe and he hoped like hell they’d be able to get into a hotel.

“I don’t know. Do you have any suggestions?”

She should have known better than to ask him that with his sex-crazed mind that he knew she was used to. He smiled down at her petite frame.

“Well, we could birdwatch, or try to check the trajectory of the wind,” he joked.

She laughed and ran her hands through her hair.

“That sounds really boring. I’m sure you can come up with something better than that.”

If she was trying to tease him and tempt him, it was working. “Oh, I can. We could have the wild sex we used to have.”

She grimaced and smacked him in his chest. “You’re crazy, you know that?” She laughed.

Truthfully, he initially aimed the suggestion as a joke, just to see her cringe, but, as soon as he said it, it sounded like the best idea in the world. “

Why? I saw you watching me. I could put you out of your misery.” She was never a watcher, but it was funny to see her reaction.

She laughed again. “When did you see me watching you, Scott? You’re so full of yourself.”

He reached for her again, but she smacked his hands away playfully.

“It’s not like we don’t know each other,” he said.

“And we’ve been broken up for years.”

“Have we?” he teased. “Come on, Abi, it’s perfect. We’re here for Margo’s wedding. We live in different states. You live on the other side of the country. I’m certain we could just pretend we didn’t break up for a day… or so.” Best to cover himself in case she magically agreed and he’d want her again.

“You’re actually rationalizing it?” she giggled, widening her eyes.

“Come here.” He reached for her and she tried to wiggle out of his grasp but couldn’t. She giggled as he nuzzled the side of her delicate throat.

“Scott, let go of me. I don’t know what planet you live on but, on my planet, I’m saying ‘no.’”

“Sounds like you need more liveliness on your planet. Don’t you like fun?” Abi allowed him to kiss her neck, giving in for a few seconds, but then she tried to break free again.

Scott released her but kept her contained by placing his hands either side of her.

“We shouldn’t have that kind of fun.”

“Why do we have to think about ‘should’ and ‘shouldn’t?’”

She locked her gaze on him. “Because, Scott, we aren’t exactly talking about food.”

He got closer until he was just inches away from her lips. “Do you remember how we used to be?”

Her cheeks flushed a delicate rose color. “No,” she said with a little smile.

“Don’t lie.”

“You are too much, Mister.”

“Yes, I am. Come on, Abi, I know you remember. You’re thinking about it now. Remember the first time we made love? You can’t say ‘no’ to that. I was your first. I took your virginity.”

Something light and sensual flickered within her eyes. “I remember. That was a long time ago. Scott, if you’re serious, this is a really bad idea.”

“I’d believe you more if you didn’t look so turned on.” He was probably cruel for persisting, but he’d gone over the threshold of reason, and want was taking over. Truth be told, he’d wanted her from the minute he’d set his eyes on her this morning as she stood on the hotel balcony watching him.

There were at least twenty women surrounding him, and, while he loved the attention, when he looked up and saw her, it was as if none of the others were there. He saw only the one woman he couldn’t have -- the one he’d been thinking about for months, years even, and he wanted her.

“I’m not turned on.” She swallowed and looked away from him bashfully.

“You forget how well I know you.” He looked down at her breasts and stared at the distinct points of her hard nipples pressing through the soft silk fabric. He knew those would be rock hard if he felt them. They were always the first signal of her arousal. “Your body’s betraying you baby.”

When she looked down and saw herself, her face turned red. “Oh my gosh.” Now she looked embarrassed and tried to move away again.

“Stop,” he said, softly running his finger along the groove of her waist, keeping her there. “There’s nothing more beautiful than how you look right now -- hot and completely aroused.”

She looked up at him with expectancy.

“Your skin’s flushed,” he added. “Hot from thinking how wild this could be. Your throat’s dry from the heat. Your breathing is slow and even because your trying to hide how you feel from me, and your nipples are harder now than they were two seconds ago.”

He knew her all too well, maybe more than she knew herself, and he took pride in that. Scott couldn’t help but smile as he pressed his lips down to hers and kissed her.

At first, Abi gave in, kissing him back with the same hunger he felt, but then she pulled away.

“I shouldn’t.” she breathed, looking scared.

“Don’t make this complicated, Abi. I want you, and you want me. My body betrays me too. Feel me.” He smiled and moved closer to her again, taking her hand and pressing it to his crotch so she could feel the hardness of his cock. Then, to shock her further, he ran her hand up and down the full length.

“It’s all for you, Abi. That’s what you do to me.”

Her lips parted, and a penetrating look of desire filled her pretty face. He leaned in to kiss her once more, feeling triumph surge through him as she melted against his chest. The soft touch of her hands unleashed the hunger he felt for her.

* * *

He stole her breath away, taking it in all for himself as he claimed her mouth with a savage kiss. Her body came alive from the possessive greediness in his touch, and a firestorm of passion flowed through her.

Shit.

What was she doing?

They were kissing. How had that happened? And she wasn’t stopping or telling him to stop. Instead, she was welcoming the thrust of his tongue into her mouth from the merciless kiss he gave her, allowing him to explore the recesses of her mouth, sending shivers of desire racing across her body.

Damn her. Damn him. How could she not find the strength to resist him? And what happened to everything she’d built up over the last six years? There was a spark of something that resembled her brain, and she almost came back with the willpower to resist the irresistible man who seemed to want to consume her,

but, just as quickly, the spark went as he ran his hands over her breasts and squeezed her. The action sent a jolt of electricity right through her and straight to her groin, awakening her being. Their kiss was scorching, and her lips burned from the cruel ravishment of his mouth.

His hands ran down her, starting with her neck, then her shoulders, and all the way down to her waist, leaving a fire in the wake of his touch. She melted further when he lifted the edge of the fabric on her top and brushed his hands over the bare surface of her skin. It felt like fire there, too. Scott then moved back and pushed the strap of her top and bra down together. In that moment, her awareness returned -- it was not strong enough to say ‘no’ to him, but it, at the very least, allowed her to take note of where they were.

“Scott, we shouldn’t do this here.”

“Fuck that, Abi. I can’t stop.”

“We’re outside. Anyone could drive by and see us.” They hadn’t seen that many cars go by, but that didn’t mean no one would come, and who could tell when someone might drive by? She looked over to the road warily, and when she returned her gaze to him, their eyes locked, and she was trapped within his blue gaze. In an instant, she knew he had no intention of stopping, wherever they were.

To her surprise, he took her hand and led her into the woods, into the thicket where no one would see them.

“Scott we should--” one last attempt while her brain was still with her. This was wrong. She should say ‘no’ now. She should remember where the road with him led and that this was crazy.

“Fuck.” Fire burned within his eyes, eradicating logic. It was so strong, Abi couldn’t speak. That power he had to enthrall her took over her mind and, like a mindless puppet, she was under his spell. The pull of the moment drew them together and wiped her brain clean of thought.

His lips reclaimed hers as he crushed her to him, capturing her. Claiming her. She moaned into the kiss, enjoying the taste of him and letting herself go. God, he tasted so good, like something she had denied herself for far too long and desperately needed.

She’d never met anyone who could make her feel like that -- like this. And he knew the effect he was having on her, within her, all around her.

“It’s just fun, Abi,” he whispered with that wicked smile against her lips, kissing her with a devouring need.

“Fun.” She breathed into the kiss, feeling her mind slip away into the fun she knew she was going to have.

Screw the past and what it held with all its warnings. She would be crazy to deny herself of this delicious man who looked like he wanted to consume her.

This was the present. It was right now. For the last few years, she’d focused on restraining her feelings for this man. She hadn’t had this kind of fun since him.

His touches reminded her instantly of the fun they used to have when things were amazing, of the hot, wild sex that took her to another world and gave her a new meaning of ‘passion.’

Fun.

God, could she really do this? Her arousal-filled mind yielded to the prospect, and her body craved him with a hunger she hadn’t felt in years. This didn’t seem like a bad idea now.

Relinquishing all control, she took off his jacket when he tugged at her top and ran her hands over those glorious muscles that tensed at her touch.

Yes, she could forget they were broken up and indulge in the moment. It was perfect. So why not?

“Jesus, Abi, how the hell could I have let you go?” His voice came out strained and labored against her lips.

His words reached her inside, so deep inside, and tugged at her soul, igniting the love she once felt for him. It should have sent her running. It should have reminded her of the hurt she felt when they broke up and that he never came after her. Or, worse, that he’d only been back in her life for a few hours and here they were out in the woods tearing off each other’s clothes!

But it didn’t. She put her fears and worries to the back of her mind, pushing them aside like she was sweeping them clean.

And she gave into the lust that consumed them. He pushed her back gently against a tree and skimmed her waist with his hands.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he confessed with a salacious smile, cupping her breasts. She relaxed against the tree and allowed him to get a good feel. “You used to like this.”

“I still do,” she confessed breathlessly as he squeezed her and ran his fingers back and forth over her nipples.

He worked her top over her head and threw it to the side where his jacket was. He then undid her bra and tossed that, too.

“And I’ve been dying all day to suck these.” He breathed looking down at her painfully hard puckered nipples. He lowered his head and sucked on her right breast, sending ripples of ecstasy across her skin like waves of unquenchable fire.

She watched him as he continued to suck, and the sight made her weak from how hot it looked. She moaned uncontrollably into each suck, arching herself into him until his mouth was full of her breast. It felt so good that she came apart from the pleasure funneling straight to her nerves, intoxicating her like a drug.

She pulled in a breath and gripped onto his shoulders, not knowing how much more she was able to manage.

“Scott, I can’t take it, it’s too much.” Her voice broke the silence of the woods.

At that declaration, he sucked even harder, causing her to shudder. The wetness that built between her legs was more than evident now.

She could tell he was enjoying the control he had over her, and it was made worse when he placed his hand between her legs, cupping beneath the soft fabric of her jeans and pressing right up into her clit. He stroked her with his fingers, circling and circling, drawing her close to orgasmic bliss.

She didn’t know that simple touch could feel so good and her need for him increased a hundred-fold.

Abi drew in a breath as he undid her jeans and slid them down her legs along with her panties. He also used the moment to slide his fingers inside her, touching her where she craved him the most, “You’re ready for me, Babydoll.”

She couldn’t even answer.

He took off his shirt, revealing those muscles she’d fantasized about and that looked oh so delicious. He smiled confidently at the look she gave him and shrugged out of his jeans and boxers, unleashing the length of his cock.

Damn, she’d forgotten how big he was. She watched him retrieve a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and roll it down himself, the sight of which was truly hot and made her mind spin over and over again.

This, right here and now, naked in the woods about to have the wild sex he requested, was crazy and didn’t seem real. But it was.

Something filled Abi. It was that curiosity she had felt this morning, and she looked him over, wanting to remember how perfect he was, but also wanting to remember the way he looked at her. And that the look was all for her.

She wanted to remember that intense need and desire that lit up his eyes as if he was desperate for her. Abi had seen him look at other women like that. To have him look at her like that did something to her insides that she never, ever expected.

She grabbed onto another breath she knew she’d need as he spun her around to face the tree and pressed her hands against the rough surface of the bark.

“You ready Babydoll?” he leaned in and whispered in her ear, his breath hot with the passion that surrounded them.

“I’m ready,” she said, turning slightly to face him, feeling so ready that her body was begging to have him inside her.

He placed a kiss on her lips, took hold of her waist and slid into her with one thrust that sent every nerve in her body into oblivion. She cried out from the intense pleasure and tried to keep herself from falling over.

He gripped onto her waist and started moving in slowly until he’d adjusted inside her. Her body remembered his and was glad to have him back. She could feel it, that sense of familiarity that she could have only with him.

“Oh, fuck, Abi, you feel so good,” he groaned, building up his pace.

The pressure that built was unreal, and, if she hadn’t been holding onto that tree, she was sure she’d pass out. When his grip tightened, she knew that she should get ready for the wildness he spoke of, and here it was. His next thrust was deep enough to make her whole body singe with the ecstatic heat that licked at her skin, wiping her brain clean of thought.

As soon as he did that, a mind-crippling orgasm made her cry out. He was pounding into her now, moving faster and faster, and she had to really focus to remember to breathe. It was definitely wild -- he is -- and she’s just along for the ride because she couldn’t possibly do anything else. Deeper and faster he went, hitting all the right spots, sending more fire, wave after wave, to consume her body and soul.

Flickers of light danced beneath her eyelids as she closed her eyes. The pleasure was so pure and explosive.

Another orgasm built, and, as it took her, she realized he felt it, too. A deep cry escaped his lips and, God, he was moving faster.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried, his voice rough, strained and full of emotion.

The grip he had on her waist was almost painful. Under normal circumstances, she might have felt the pain for what it was, but she couldn’t feel anything besides that wildness of this moment.

With one last thrust into her, she felt a shudder within the hard wall of his chest, then he stilled and moved his hand up her waist. Her skin was dripping with sweat. So was his.

She felt lost without him as he pulled out of her and spun her back around.

“Babydoll,” he breathed, cupping her face and kissing her forehead. She smiled into the kiss he then placed on her lips. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, appreciating the tenderness of his touch. “That was wild.” Her voice came out breathy and barely audible.

“Yeah, it sure was... You know what would be wilder?” A slow easy smile that revealed his gorgeous dimples filled his face and sent butterflies flying through her stomach.

“What?” She couldn’t imagine anything being wilder than that.

“Doing it again. Now. Before the tow truck comes.” The wicked smile that brightened his face did sinful things to her body. The idea sounded amazing. Of course, the only thing that was wilder than what they just did would be to do it again. She couldn’t wait. “Do you want to?”

“Yes.” (As if she could have said ‘no.’)

She’d ventured down the path, and he’d captured her mind and body. There was no way she was turning back now, not when she knew he held hot, sexual promises of fun which no one else had been able to give her.

The smile on his face grew, and lust filled his eyes. He sorted out himself and retrieved another condom from his wallet then leaned down and sucked her breasts. But, just as he was about to move to the next one, she stopped him and pressed her hands against his solid chest.

“Hey, Mister! It’s my turn to enjoy you!” She giggled at the surprised look on his face.

“I’m all yours, Babydoll.” He gave her a devastatingly gorgeous smile and stretched out his arms either side in surrender displaying his incredible body, that was all hers.

She looked him over the way he would her, taking in each muscular definition, his hard pecs, the solid wall of abs running down his torso, and the edge of a Celtic swirl tattooed on his waist and on the base of his thigh (that one, you’d only be able to see if he was naked, like he was now).

Abi smiled to herself as she fixed her gaze on his huge, thick cock. That was her favorite part of him.

Yes, she was definitely, most assuredly, going to enjoy him, and she’d start there.