She'd like to tell him that he'd better think she has a nice rack. She'd like to tell him to hold on for dear life. That it's a damned good thing he's not shy. That she's really fucking missed this kind of thing.

She'd like to tell him, but Pamela's busy getting absolutely lost in the kiss. The way it feels and the taste and scent...let's just say 'dry spell' wasn't a strong enough turn of phrase. She's kissed so few men since she lost her eyes that it's still a little shock to the system.