Romance on the Edge 01 - Hooked

supposed to do? Right, Kendrick. He quickly informed her what had transpired earlier that day, enjoying her smile when he got to the part of the Albatross’s illegal take.
    “Nice.” She grinned, the emotion reaching her eyes, making them glimmer with warmth in the low lighting from the battery operated lantern.
    “It made up for not getting him for hurting you.” Garrett stepped back and came into contact with the counter behind him. Sonya was pressed up against the bunk across from him.
    Only a few feet separated them.
    “You don’t know for sure that Kendrick was responsible.” Sonya brought him back to their discussion.
    “He was smug, all but dying to tell me he’d been the one who’d shot out your window.”
    “I knew he’d get me back for corking him off, but I didn’t think he’d take it that far.” She picked at the cuff of her sleeve. “I should have.”
    He frowned. “Is there more I should know here?”
    She sighed, raised her hand to run it through her hair, and bumped her stitches. She winced. “Damn, I keep forgetting.” She smoothed a length of long bangs over the bandage. “Do you think Kendrick was the one who cut loose and sunk our skiffs? The hydraulic lines?”
    “He wouldn’t cop to it, but it seems like something he’d get off on. He’s been flagged with the illegal fishing. Every trooper in the bay will be keeping an eye on him from now on.”
    “He’s not going to like that.”
    “No, he isn’t. So, continue to be on guard.” He angled toward the door, ready to say his goodbyes, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm. He looked up from her fingers wrapped around his forearm to her dark slumberous eyes.
    “Garrett. Thanks. I know I haven’t been very…uhm…appreciative of your position, but thanks for what you’ve done for me and my family.”
    “Sonya.” Her name came out as a growl, and he couldn’t stop himself from cradling the back of her neck and taking her mouth, being careful of her stitches. She moaned, opening her lips for him, and he sank into her.
    He inhaled sharply and instead of releasing her like he knew he should, he dropped his hands from her neck to her breasts, and roughly slanted his mouth possessively over hers.
    She arched into him, her own hands cupping his butt and pulling him to her as she met his kiss with demands of her own. Fire flamed at the base of his spine and he pressed his throbbing erection against her. She whimpered. The sexy sound had him losing the last bit of control he held onto. He grabbed her by the hips, lifted, and sat her on the edge of the bunk. He spread her legs and settled hard between them, rubbing his shaft against her sex. She tore her mouth from his and let her head fall back on a cry. The motion was seductive as hell. He kissed down the arch of her incredibly enticing neck, nipping at her fluttering pulse.
    His hands slipped under her “Bite Me” sweatshirt to find her breasts bare. He gave a ragged groan. Her nipples were hard and swollen, and his greedy fingers played and plucked them into harder peaks. Her hands went on a trek of their own, snaking under his shirt, knocking off his rain jacket, kneading his muscles until he groaned with pleasure.
    He wanted to drown in her. He could feel her heat through the thin barrier of her sweatpants. It’d take nothing to strip her of them, and then he’d be inside her. The thought was heaven and pure hell. He’d already taken this further than he’d planned.
    Hell, he’d planned on speaking his peace and getting away from her so this wouldn’t happen.
    He took a deep breath, but instead of helping to clear his head, he breathed in more of her seductive scent. “You’re making this really difficult, Sonya.”
    “I’m a difficult woman, Garrett.” He heard the smile in her voice as her fingers glided over his nipples. His knees shook. “Anything worth having is worth working hard to get.”
    Damn, but he was willing to work hard for her. Anything she wanted. Any way she wanted it.
    No, no. Getting way off track, man. Pull yourself together, and get your ass out of here.
    It took everything he had to step back, his breathing shallow and quick. He had to break away from her, save himself. Or he’d be lost.
    Her hair was tousled like they’d already gone at each other for hours. Her lips were red and swollen, and begged him for another taste. Her eyes were large dark pools of sinful promises he wanted to cash in.
    “You’re messing with my