Romance on the Edge 01 - Hooked

about. She wanted him, and he wanted her.
    “This is no game.” He leaned down and kissed her, sealed their mouths and tried to forget who they were, while passion and fire flooded his system.
    She was right. He was never going to forget her. He felt it in every rapid beat of his heart. He should catch and release right now. Instead, he backed her up against a piling, anchored her to it with his thigh pressed between hers and let his hands roam. Any finesse he usually showed was gone. Sonya brought the animal out in him, and he wanted to feast. She didn’t help, with her demanding moan and the arching of her body, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
    She smelled good. Fresh, like citrus and something sweet. Honey maybe, but she tasted better. Like the rarest of fruits. He wanted to peel her naked like a mangosteen. Right down to her pearly white flesh.
    “Garrett, we can’t do this.” Sonya belied her words with a kitten-like sound as he pressed his thigh higher between hers and bit the side of her neck. “Seriously…we must…stop.”
    She pushed against his chest, her hands losing their intent as they journeyed down his sides. It was enough of a resistance that he shook his head, trying to clear the sexual fog, and focus on her.
    “I’m not having sex with you on this beach,” she said, her voice raspy and seductive as hell. “No matter how it’s portrayed in the movies, sand is not romantic. It gets in places.”
    “There’s the Jeep,” he was quick to suggest.
    “Well, hell. There’s my 4-wheeler, too, but I’m not having sex on it, either.”
    He chuckled. The reality of their situation caught up to his oversexed, oxygen-starved brain. “I lose my head when I’m around you.”
    “Believe me, I’ve figured that out. Your actions out on that water today proved it.” She pushed at his chest. “I really need you to let me go.”
    He breathed deep, inhaling that fervent combination of her, mixing with the smell of rain on the wind. “All right, but I’m going to have to take it slow.” His body didn’t want to let her go. Come to think about it, neither did his head. She’d said stop. He wasn’t so far gone that he’d ignore that road sign. He moved his leg pinning her to the log piling. She closed her eyes and groaned as he brushed against that hot private area of hers, which had him rethinking of releasing her. She was having as much trouble resisting him as he was her. The knowledge was powerful and intoxicating, and he wondered briefly if she’d give in if he pushed?
    What the hell was he thinking? He wasn’t that kind of man. At least, he’d never thought he was. Sonya had brought more emotions out in him in the last forty-eight hours than he’d experienced with a woman in his lifetime.
    He stepped back, releasing her. Immediately, he felt the cold. The only covering he had was the remnants of his dry suit clinging to his lower half. The wind blasted him, and he shivered.
    “Might want to get some clothes on,” she pointed out, her eyes never leaving his exposed skin.
    Now it was his turn to tell her to stop. “Keep looking at me that way and I’ll carry you inside this abandoned cannery and pick up where we left off.”
    She raised her gaze above her as though considering doing just that. Then she shook her head. “There’s bound to be spiders in there.”
    It didn’t go unnoticed that she hadn’t objected to sex, just to the possibility of spiders. “I didn’t think you were afraid of anything.”
    Her lips parted on a grin. “I don’t like it to get around, but spiders—” she shuddered “—really creep me out.”
    Good to see that she had some girly issues. Since he’d met her, she seemed as much of a brute as any guy he knew, and he’d known some brutes. She followed him to the Jeep where he grabbed a t-shirt and yanked it over his head.
    “So we good here?” she asked. The breeze caught her hair and whipped a few more strands lose from her ponytail.
    “How do you mean?” He figured he’d better ask for clarification, because he wasn’t in a good place where she was concerned. Not by a long shot.
    “I don’t want you intervening in my business like you did today.”
    “I’ll intervene in any situation that I deem necessary. That’s my job.”
    “You took your job personally.”
    “I always take it personally. If I have to take you off the water in order to protect you, that is exactly what I’ll do.”
    “B-but—” she