Romance on the Edge 01 - Hooked

thickened her blood. He grabbed her hips—she thought to hold her still—but instead ground against her as though he couldn’t help himself. “Trust me, Sonya.” His hands bit into her hips.
    “Trust me, Sonya.” His hands bit into her hips.
    Muscles deep within her bore down on emptiness, throbbing to have him inside her. The ache painful.
    “Say you trust me,” he ground out, his tone desperate, daring. The thick head of his penis penetrated her. She stiffened in his arms, but he was relentless in his mission to fill her. The sensation of the buffeting waves knocked her into him and he took advantage of the motion to completely impale her.
    “ Garrett .” His name was a thin whisper of warning on her lips. This wasn’t good. He was deep inside her with no protection. Regardless of the amazing sensations spilling throughout her body, the fact still remained, his puppy wasn’t covered and she didn’t want to get pregnant.
    “When was your last cycle?” he demanded, keeping her body locked with his. “Could you get pregnant?”
    “Like I’m supposed to remember that while you’re—” Another wave hit the boat. She moaned and arched into him, taking him farther inside her.
    “ Remember , Sonya,” he growled, the sound taut with lust.
    “A few weeks ago. Maybe…I think.” She ground her hips back into his fierce thrust. “I’m sure. Pretty much.” Hell, she no longer cared if she got pregnant as long as she got off.
    Damn him.
    She curved her back as he bit her neck in that glorious spot he’d discovered last night. His hands cupped her breasts while he rhythmically thrust into her with the timing of the waves as they pitched the boat back and forth.
    “Sonya, I’ll pull out,” he said in a strained voice. His hand found the button between her legs that had her agreeing to anything he wanted. He’d taken full advantage of the little traitor all night long.
    “ Yes ,” she hissed. Did she really have a choice?
    He rewarded her by flicking and rubbing her sensitive switch while deepening and quickening his thrusts. It didn’t take long for her rockets to fire on all cylinders. She didn’t worry about being quiet. She was in the bottom of a boat with water all around her. For all intents and purposes they could be the only ones alive, and she responded with abandonment as though they were.
    She shuddered in his arms as she returned to earth. “Garrett?” She tried to turn and look at him over her shoulder.
    He held her fast. “Don’t move.” He lay heavy, throbbing and thick inside her, not having climaxed. She felt his muscles tighten and twitch. His arms were bands of live steel and kept her immobile. “Give me a minute.”
    One push, an arch, a vibrating moan, and she knew he’d be a goner. The power that she held was intoxicating. Rigid ropes of muscles—with corresponding thick veins pumping blood throughout his system—held her fast as though he knew she was tempted. All it would take was one little shove.
    A wave broke against the boat’s hull.
    “ Fuck .” On a tortured groan, he lost the formidable grip he held over himself and pumped his hips into her like a man possessed, thrusting in long, fast, unrelenting stokes, driving deep.
    The way he held her, imprisoned against his body, his leg pressed between hers, one arm across her chest, the other anchoring her hips to his, left her with no alternative but to take what he delivered. It should piss her off to be at his mercy like this, but it had an opposite, thrilling effect. As physically restrained as he had her, she knew she held him within her body just as captive, and it sent Sonya crashing into another orgasm.
    Garrett hoarsely hollered her name as his body betrayed him and he climaxed deep within her.
    Silence, and the seemingly mocking of the rocking boat, followed the tempest that had raged in the small room. Sensations ebbed and sanity returned. Sonya jerked out of Garrett’s arms and scrambled off the bed. “What the hell just happened?”
    Garrett opened his eyes and regarded her with intense satisfaction. “You know what happened.”
    “You said I could trust you!”
    He laid his forearm across his eyes as though the action would make the harsh reality of what had happened go away. “I know.”
    How dare he look so pleased with himself?
    He lifted his arm and raised himself on his elbow. She tried to ignore the way his perfectly carved body lay draped, in naked splendor, on her bed. “I’m