Brooke knew Garrett was dangerous. After all, he admitted to being an outlaw. Kidnapping her did not improve her opinion of him.Who needs that kind of trouble Then one night... Brooke had tried to stop him. But, never relenting, he kept up a constant pattern in his fondling. He carried her, placing her on the bed. Skin to skin. Heat to heat. She relished every touch, every pleasurable caress. He laid beside her, slipped off his pants, and let them drop to the floor. His strong hands kept her constantly aroused while his mouth searched for new pleasure spots. Dipping low to her softness he found her hidden places, making her quiver at his every touch, creating exotic experiences she had never dreamed existed. No warning bell could save her now. No one could come between her and her outlaw. She was his; she wanted to be his. Rolling over to him, she placed her lips his lips that haunted her dreams. Over and over his lips met hers, trailing over her throat, lower and lower until she surrendered.