Romance on the Edge 01 - Hooked

forgot the damn condom.”
    “I don’t care.” Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. Her hair flowed like silk, thick lashes lay dark against flushed cheeks. She was stunning. The sight of her had him pausing just to look at her.
    He swallowed past the lump of emotion suddenly in his throat. “You’ll care nine months from now,” he said. For the first time in his life, he envisioned what the woman who’d carry his child looked like.
    It scared the hell out of him.
    Her eyes slowly opened and met his. He thought he recognized yearning. Her lips parted and he wondered what he’d do if she told him to forget the condom. Then she blinked and the moment was gone.
    “Need help?” she asked, with a lift of her brow.
    How he loved the way she challenged him—when she wasn’t pissing him off. “I think I can handle it.” He tore the wrapper open, sheathed himself, and slowly reentered her. Her legs tightened around his waist and she arched her hips hard against him, forcing his penetration.
    She stole his breath, his control, his domination. A man consumed with making a woman undeniably his, he took her, slammed into her with a force that rocked the bolted-down bed. He spread her legs, hauled her hips off the sheets with bruising fingers, and plundered.
    He claimed her with each thrust, strained to be part of her. One with her. He wanted there to be nothing between them. Not her being a fisherman. Not him being a trooper.
    Her head fell back on a cry, the curve of her neck summoning him to bite. He closed his teeth on the cord of her neck, loving how she hissed out her pleasure and urged him to take her harder, faster. His climax built at the base of his testicles and he held tight to the slippery threads of his control. Sonya screamed his name, her nails raking down his back as her inner muscles contracted around his shaft, milking him of his inability to prolong his own orgasm. Another hard thrust and he was helplessly caught in the storm of a devastating climax.
    He collapsed into her comforting arms. His body spent.
    His soul shaken.

    Sonya woke to the boat rocking to and fro with the force of the incoming tide. The motion of the waves stroked her against a hard, hot, fully aroused body. Garrett lay behind her, his front pressed to her backside, their legs entwined. His arms were wrapped around her, his clever hands already on patrol. He stroked her body with long sure strokes of a man who’d paid attention to what had thrilled and excited the woman he’d made love to many times during the night.
    She hadn’t awakened well-rested; rather, well-used and completely resplendent. Did that even make sense, she wondered. She didn’t care. Resplendent was the word that had popped into her head and stuck. She was so far past merely sexually satisfied.
    Sonya purred, arching her body into the heat of Garrett’s, as he lazily continued to caress her with his hands. She turned her head to peer over her shoulder at him. His slumberous eyes regarded her with pure male satisfaction. His soft lips were swollen, much she suspected like hers were. His hand cradled her jaw, and pulled her in for a sweet, good-morning kiss.
    “I’ve never woken on a boat with a sexy woman locked in my arms before,” Garrett’s voice was rough and raspy, much like the stubble on his chin that grazed the side of her neck as he kissed and nibbled her. “It’s erotic as hell.” He rubbed the hard ridge of his erection between the cleft of her bottom with the next wave, and her breath caught. He gave a sexy chuckle. “Glad to see I’m not the only one who’s getting a rise out of these waves.”
    Not that they could do anything about them. They’d used up the three condoms he’d tossed on her bed last night. The last one had required a desperate treasure hunt. They’d found it lodged between the mattress and the wall. The memory of how he’d taken her then brought a heated flush to her skin. “Garrett,” she moaned as he rubbed his rigid length back and forth against her soft, slick folds, “no more condoms remember?”
    He dropped his head to her shoulder and barely smothered an oath. The next wave crested and caused a delicious friction to develop between them as their bodies rolled with the water.
    She moaned and arched her back. To know what he could make her feel and then knowing they couldn’t consummate their desires was a luscious torture all its own.
    Garrett groaned—a rough, aggressive sound that