Romance on the Edge 01 - Hooked

later tonight when he couldn’t sleep. “Sonya.” He nuzzled the side of her neck, and she arched against him. “Ah, shit, babe.” He groaned. “You got to stop moving like that.”
    She bit his neck and tightened her legs around him. “Then stop moving against me like that.” She moaned, and he was helpless to resist taking her mouth again.

    One moment Sonya was dead on her feet, so tired she couldn’t think straight. The next, she felt like she could supply electricity for the whole state of Alaska. Her skin sizzled, her body vibrated, and she wanted to suck dry every morsel of energy Garrett infused her with.
    This was wrong.
    She’d promised herself she wasn’t going to end up horizontal with him. Though, she hadn’t promise anything about being vertical. She’d never had sex against a wall before. Definitely something every woman needed to experience in her lifetime.
    What was she thinking? Right, she wasn’t. She was very much into feeling at the moment. Boy, did she feel good. No, better than good. She felt down right freaking fantastic.
    She moaned, he growled, his teeth biting the cord of her neck. On a sigh of surrender, she angled her head to give him better access. She wanted to give him access to whatever he wanted as long as he continued to make her feel like this.
    Garrett’s hands sneaked up her rib cage and under her bra. Yes, right there. Oh goodness gracious halleluiah. His hands were rough, magical.
    Her hips cradled his pelvis and she took full advantage of introducing herself to the generous, unyielding ridge of his erection.
    “Sonya, we have to put a stop to this.” Garrett thrust against her.
    “Uh-huh, right. I know. A few more minutes.”
    He croaked out a laugh. “Another minute and I’ll be inside you.”
    “And that will be a bad thing, right?”
    “So very bad.”
    The way Garrett said “bad” didn’t make it sound bad at all. In fact, it sounded way too good, which naturally meant anything that good had to be bad.
    She swore.
    “Babe, I’m all for that,” he muttered, his words strained, “but one of us has to be responsible.”
    “That’s going to have to be you. I’m past that point.”
    He sucked in his breath and she realized she’d just given him carte blanche to do anything to her he wanted. He groaned and dropped his forehead to hers. She realized that being a cop, Garrett would have responsibility up the yin yang.
    “Okay, this is what we are going to do.” He met her gaze. “I need you to lower your legs.”
    “I don’t know if I can do that.” She really didn’t want to do that. A few more minutes of riding him like this and she’d feel a hell of a lot better.
    “I’d love nothing better than to take you against this wall, but can you honestly say you wouldn’t regret it afterward?”
    She was too tired to make these decisions. Why did he have to be so honorable? She didn’t want to think. She’d been doing too much thinking with all that had been happening. She wanted a moment of oblivion and having Garrett between her legs more than promised a trip.
    “You sure know how to spoil a mood, Garrett.” She unhooked her legs from around his waist and made sure she rubbed down the length of him as she regained her balance.
    Apparently, she’d made her point because it seemed as though Garrett couldn’t think clearly now. His eyes were shut tight, lines bracketing his mouth, and sweat beaded his forehead. Having him in such obvious sexual torment shouldn’t make her want to smile. But it did.
    “Happy now?” She couldn’t help goading.
    He speared her with a gaze so hot she wished the wall wasn’t at her backside so she could step back from the heat.
    “Not even close, Sonya.”
    “Garrett—”
    “Give me a damn minute.” Garrett’s tone was soft and dangerous. He turned and paced the length of the building.
    She was quiet and gave him his space. It didn’t seem so much fun to torment him when there were still sparks snapping in her own body. In fact, those sparks were better off refueling her anger. What the hell had Garrett been thinking, kissing her like that, pressing his rock-solid body against hers, and then saying they shouldn’t be doing this? He’d been the one to torment her . With all that she had on her plate, an oversexed fish cop was too damn much.
    “You started that,” she pointed out.
    He glared at her from across the room. “I’m not getting into an argument with you again.”
    “So you admit