KIDNAPPED, A Romantic Suspense Novel by Suzanne Ferrell

him. The firelight glowed around her. Jake slouched down in his seat, draining his mug.
     
    He stared into the fire. “Yes, I have a younger brother. He’s a doctor in Chicago. I call him a mechanic. He repairs broken bones for a living.”
    “Ah, an orthopedic guy.”
    “Sport medicine is his specialty. But not just for professionals. He works with inner city athletes, grade school through high school. Sometimes it’s for free, based on the parent’s income.”
    She grinned at him. “You’re proud of him.”
    “Yeah. He’s one of the good guys.”
    “Is the world divided like that for you? Good guys and bad guys?”
    He leaned back, closing his eyes a moment. “In my line of work, I see a lot of the bad guys, Samantha. I have to rub elbows with some of the low-lifes in order to get to the really dangerous ones. Sometimes, I forget there are good people in the world.”
    “Like your brother.”
    Slowly, he opened his eyes. Turning his head, he stroked his hand against her cheek. “Like Joe. Like you.”
    Sami turned her face into his warm hand. He rubbed his thumb across her chin. Warmth spread through her body. Being alone with him, like this, was a romantic daydream come to life. A cold snowy night outside. A cozy cabin in the middle of nowhere. Only firelight with which to gaze into each others eyes. A very sexy man, sitting across from her, touching her, drawing her nearer with one hand on her neck.
    She relaxed, opening herself for the fire she knew would burn inside her with his kiss. The pressure of his hand increased on her neck, drawing her nearer. His lips touched hers lightly. A sampling taste. Chocolate, cinnamon from the gum he always seemed to chew, and something decidedly masculine filled her senses, overflowed her mind, swirled around and though her.
    The pressure on her lips suddenly changed. Jake's fingers gripped her hair tightly. She followed his directions, tipping her head to the side. Her lips parted under his more insistent ones.
    A moan sounded in the room.
    Sami didn't know who it came from. She reached for him. Her fingers frantically working at the buttons of his shirt. His free hand slipped under her T-shirt, caressing her ribs. Her fingers touched skin, sliding in to curl in the soft mat of hair on his chest. His hand found and cupped one breast encased in the soft lacy bra.
    Jake pushed her backward on the couch. His body pressed down on hers, one leg sliding between her parted thighs. Sami instinctively thrust upwards, grinding against his firm thigh. With one swift move he had her T-shirt over her head. Her hands worked at the fly of his jeans.
    "Mmm, yes," she murmured against his lips. Desperately she opened his pants, curling her fingers around the long hard length of him.
    "Oh God, yes, baby.” His deep voice whispered against her lips, his warm breath sending shivers over her pulsating body. He pushed up into her hands, his own freeing her breasts from the confining bra.
    Another moan.
    This time, she knew it came from her. She felt his big calloused hands stroking and kneading her breasts. Her hard aching nipples throbbed from the stimulating thumbs he rubbed over them.
    His mouth trailed over her neck to her ears. Shivers ran through her body as his hot breath caressed the sensitive area behind her ear lobe. "That's it, baby. Stroke it."
    Sami's whole world focused on the need to have this man inside her. She’d known him less than three days, however she knew one thing, at this moment her whole being depended on having this man—not just any man—but this particular man buried in the deepest part of her.
    As his hands worked her jeans open, she thrust his jeans down his hips. She slid her hands up the firm muscles of his back, pulling him closer. Cool air touched her hot skin as his hands pushed and pulled her own jeans downwards.
    His hand cupped her mound.
    "Yes, please yes.” She heard the woman moaning again.
     
    He parted her thighs, pushing her jeans off one