Romance on the Edge 01 - Hooked

some catching up. “Lose your uniform,” he ordered.
    She swallowed, bit her lip, and reached out a hand, brushing the muscles on his stomach. He sucked in his breath and captured her hand in his, knowing he wouldn’t last long if she touched him.
    “I’m not in uniform,” she said, her voice caressing his skin like crushed velvet.
    “Close enough.” Tonight her sweatshirt had “Lean Mean Fishing Machine” written across the front. Again, he wondered if she chose her clothes to suit her mood. Considering that she’d taken Kendrick on, had him believing she did. “Every fisherman out here dresses like you do. Sweatshirts, jeans,” he glanced to her boots, “reliable footwear.”
    “How else are we supposed to dress? Heels and short skirts wouldn’t look right on the guys and would be too impractical for picking fish.”
    “Damn, what I would give to see you in high heels and a short skirt.” He closed his eyes briefly and enjoyed the image. He’d only seen her in casual attire. Extreme casual. What would he do to see her gussied up?
    She gave a seductive tilt to her lips and he could see her cataloging the information away. He’d better be careful what he revealed. Knowing her, she’d find a way to drive him crazy with the information. “I’ll have to remember that,” she said.
    “Unless you’re with me, there’s no need to remember it.”
    “That statement sounds like tonight is more than just about sex.” Though she hadn’t asked a question, it came out like one.
    “You have a problem with that?” His heart thudded hard in his chest as he waited for her reply.
    “I might.” Alarm flickered in her expression, and she retrieved her hand back.
    “Get over it. I’ve had to.” He wouldn’t let her insecurities feed his. He wasn’t made for long term relationships, but with her, he found himself forgoing his usual “boundaries” speech. He pulled her into his arms.
    They’d talked enough.
    “Garrett, wait—”
    “No more waiting.” He was done waiting. He was all about having, taking, giving back. He seized her mouth, ending her objections. Here, she was quiet, pliable, demanding. The kiss was too short when she tore her mouth free.
    “Garrett.”
    “Sonya, I can’t think straight. Don’t make me form sentences.” She smiled and disengaged herself from his embrace. He almost begged.
    “All I wanted to say was follow me.” She lifted the trap door to the sleeping quarters below, bending over, her sweet ass teasing him to the point of pain. She stepped onto the top step of the ladder, and he watched as she lowered herself, rung by rung, that seductive smile of hers promising untold pleasures to be found if he followed.
    Like he was staying put.
    He was damn lucky he hadn’t broken his neck in his rush to join her below. The quarters were tight. A double bed took up most of the room. Shelves, with locked wired fronts to keep the contents in, flanked the wall on one side of the bed. A trunk, obviously for clothes, took up the opposite corner with more shelves colored with the spines of books, above. A half-opened narrow door led to the head.
    Sonya had taken off her sweatshirt and had her hands on the hem of her t-shirt when he stepped off the last rung of the ladder. Mesmerized, he watched as she lifted the soft cotton, inch by slow inch, up her body. A simple white bra, encasing soft rounded breasts, was revealed, and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen a woman wear. He tamped down the desire to grab her and plunder his face in her cleavage. Next, she teased him by fingering the snap of her jeans.
    He couldn’t hold back the groan that traveled up his throat. In the small space, it only took him two strides to reach her. He gripped the waistband of her jeans and yanked her close, her breath escaping with a whoosh. One handed, he unhooked her bra and tore it from her body. Her breasts were glorious, soft, and full, with nugget-hard nipples begging for his touch. Her breath hitched and her eyelids shuddered closed, as his fingers twirled the nubs into harder points.
    She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body to his as though to stop the overwhelming sensations. With her supple breasts pressed against his chest, his knees buckled and they fell onto the bed. Lips locked and pillaging, they both fought for dominance. With a rumble from deep within his chest, he flipped her onto her back and held her arms above her head. She undermined him by arching her