ATTRACTED TO THE BIKER OUTLAW

In the dim light, they slid down onto the small bed. The window was open, and the cool summer night washed over their sweaty bodies. He was tall and muscular, with a body built for breaking and bending. Dark ink swirled down his steel-coiled arms, symbols of his heartbreak and rage intertwining in a beautiful web of sorrow and triumph. She looked down at his layered abs, his pecs thick and heavy like slabs of marble, as the moonlight fell on them.

And beneath his abs...an incredible, thick, hard vision awaited her, glistening wet with his arousal.

For the first time in her life, she felt small, even girlish, beneath this titan of masculine power.

She felt exposed. She felt prepared.

He stripped her of her clothes in an instant, leaving her as naked as he in the pale light of the moon. He ripped her soaked wet pantyhose to shreds and yanked at all her clothes until they fell apart in his hands. Strength came naturally to him, and he yearned for her. She could feel his desire for her—hard, long, and insistently pushing at the underside of her thighs.