Romance on the Edge 01 - Hooked

lower body into his. Damn, but this woman was going to be the death of him.
    “Sonya,” he growled her name. With his last coherent thought he muttered, “Do I need a condom?”
    She froze. “Tell me you have one.” Then she kicked him in the back of his calf with her heel. “I told you that it had been a while. So yes, that meant I’m not taking anything to prevent conception.”
    Without letting go of her hands, he reached into his back pocket, grinding his erection against her in the process, a pleasure punishment for her kicking him. Her groan and returning grind had him clenching his teeth as he pulled out a few condoms and tossed them on the bed. Her eyes closed in obvious relief. He’d begun carrying them after their last heated encounter. She kicked him again. “Hey,” he muttered.
    “Did you have to tease me like that?”
    “It wasn’t intentional.” He grinned. “Much. For your information, I tested clean two months ago. If you were on the pill, there wouldn’t be a barrier between us when I take you.”
    “I’ll get on the pill as soon as fishing season is over.”
    He gave her a triumphant smile. Whether she realized it or not, she’d just agreed to further a relationship with him once they returned to civilization. Tenderly he kissed her, brushed his lips against hers until she sighed. Then he deepened the kiss, loving how she eagerly opened her mouth to his conquering tongue.
    Yet, he was the one who was conquered. She met him kiss for kiss, touch for touch, grind for grind. She was his match. Not only did she hold her own dressed, naked she downright did him in.
    He let go of her and shed the remainder of his clothes. She propped herself up on the bed and inspected him up and down.
    “You look much better out of that uniform,” she said. Her eyes traveled south, centering on his throbbing erection. “Much, much better.”
    Laughter erupted from deep within his chest, the sound surprising him. When was the last time he’d enjoyed a woman so much? For the life of him he couldn’t remember. Sonya teased him with her lips, tormented him with her questing hands, tempted him with her shapely body, and brought him to a level of arousal he’d never felt before. He peeled her out of her jeans, finding thin, barely there, silk panties trimmed in delicate lace. Never had he wanted to unwrap a present so much. Hooking his fingers under the fragile lace, he slowly slipped her out of them. Then he took his time viewing what he’d uncovered.
    She squirmed under his stare.
    Rather than playing with his newly unwrapped present, as he knew Sonya wanted him to do, he captured her foot and leisurely rolled off her sock, doing the same with her other foot.
    “Garrett.” Her tone threatened, and her hips arched off the bed as though begging him to delve into her depths.
    Instead, he kneaded the curve of her foot, pressing on points that he’d learned from a very knowledgeable woman in the Middle East. Sonya’s hips dropped to the bed, and her head twisted on the pillow while she moaned.
    “Sonya,” he kissed the underside of her toes, “you have incredibly sexy feet.” The deep burgundy polish she’d painted her toenails surprised and, if possible, aroused him even further.
    “Garrett, Garrett,” she chanted his name. “Who taught you how to do that?”
    “A woman I met in Kuwait.”
    “Remind me to send her a thank you card.” A whimper escaped her lips and she wriggled on the sheets. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I really need you to get down to business.” Her heavy lids shuttered eyes that were deep, dark pools of pleasure. “Can’t we come back to the foreplay?”
    “God, yes.” He crawled up her body and positioned himself at her opening. The head of his shaft nudged the inner folds of her heat and he about came undone. Wet and writhing, she was ready. So hot, so tight, so right for him. She arched her hips, taking him deeper. His possession was a wicked mix of pleasure and pain as he tried to restrain himself from slamming into her. Each inch he gained brought him clenching his teeth and praying he lasted. In a flash, he realized what he’d forgotten. “Shit.” He pulled out of her, the friction almost his undoing.
    She cried out his name and tried to draw him back inside her with toned legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass. Damn, she was strong.
    “Condom,” he grated out on a curse, searching the bed where he’d tossed them. “I